I'm soooooooooo sorry I haven't been updating! My internet was down! But, that's no excuse to my loyal (um...) readers. Please review! I've written a lot in my free time, but I'll update gradually, adding to the suspense (okay...), Lol. Don't kill me, but review! -Ally
"I'm happy for you! I really am." Amy said. She picked up on Ben's Lincoln Navigator coming into the driveway, and she stopped. She would just have to deal with it as it comes.
Just deal with it as it comes... She repeated in her mind.
"Hey, Amy and Ty, what's up?" Ben gulped and looked at Amy.
Ty could sense the tension and asked, "What's... going on...?"
Amy looked him in the eyes. "I'm just dealing with it as it comes..."
"What do you mean?" Ty asked.
She subtly motioned for Ben to leave their presence. She led Ty over to a workbench that he had constructed years ago. She looked into his eyes. "Ty, you remember when we promised to be completely honest with each other, no matter the situation, and the other wouldn't, wouldn't, get mad?" She asked, stressing the not getting mad.
"Yeah?" He said. "Go on."
"Well, the reason there was so much... apprehension, back there, was because, Ben and I were... we... we were so tired from last night, that we were afraid we would fall asleep on the job." The last part came out in a jumble. Amy mentally kicked herself. Well, so much for being honest.
"Oh." Ty seemed to be running this over in his mind.
"Yeah. You know how I need my sleep, and Ben told me last night that he had a, um, sleeping disorder." Amy said. Dammit. Sleeping disorders make you not sleep. Amy lightly kicked herself on the heel."So... that's why he's needed a lot of sleep recently, because he just recently got over his sleep disorder, and needs lots of sleep so it doesn't... return?" It came out more as a question than a statement.
This seemed to content Ty, and he replied, "Okay, babe. I get it. No problem. You know how I'm just jealous because I get to have the prettiest girl ever." He kissed her on the cheek.
"To that, I would say that you are so full of it!" She kissed him on the lips lightly and returned to the farmhouse.
She threw herself onto her bed. "AH!!!" She covered her mouth with a pillow. Not only did she break the honesty 'policy,' but she lied to Ty, which felt even worse. Dealing with it as it comes is making a bad impression in my brain. She couldn't face going back down to the stables and having to face the fact that she lied to Ty. She lied to the only guy that ever totally got her.
The next morning, she decided to wash away her worries, and took a hot, steaming bath. The knots in her shoulders loosened, and once Amy had wiped away the condensation on her mirror and looked at her reflection, she was feeling a lot better.
She wrapped her hair up in a towel and journeyed into her walk-in closet. She vaguely chose a plain wrap dress. Blue, to match her mood, with white flower outlines. She stepped casually into her white, cut-off, canvas Vans sneaker slip-ons. She shouldered her Marc Jacobs purse and slowly walked down the stairs.
Lou was there working, of course, on her new laptop. Grandpa was carrying fresh baked blueberry muffins out of the oven. The smell drifted to Amy's nose and she eagerly stopped by the kitchen.
"Morning!" She said. She reached over to grab a muffin, and Grandpa swatted her hand away. She pretended to look offended.
"You're going to eat a full breakfast before school. There's plenty of time. You won't be late for school." He said.
Amy sat down at the wooden coffee table. Grandpa placed down a plate with two muffins, sliced apples, and scrambled eggs on it. Soon after, a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice was plopped in front of her.
"You'd better finish that! You're lacking in energy from the last few days." Lou called, still buried in her gadget.
Amy rolled her eyes at her sister's overprotective-ness, but followed her orders. She gobbled down the food and washed it away with the juice. Her stomach was satisfied.
"Bye! I'm going now." She pecked a kiss on Grandpa's cheek and hugged her sister.
She walked outside, swinging her keys from her index finger. Ben was walking near to her with the wheelbarrow, and he knew better than to ask what had happened. She leaned over, and whispered in his ear as he walked by, "FYI: Now, since you got me into trouble, you're getting me out of it, and right now, that involves you having a sleeping disorder, that you've just recently gotten over. And you were scared you were going to fall asleep from your lack of sleep."
He gazed at her questionably; he was confused about the sleeping disorder and falling asleep in the middle of work part. "You just got over your sleeping disorder, and to maintain that, you need to get lots of sleep every night."
He nodded and continued on his way to the muck heap as if nothing ever happened.
She smiled behind her solemn exterior. She knew it would work out. Or, at least, she thought it would work out. That was good enough, wasn't it?
She hopped into her car and drove to school. The day wasn't very interesting. Soroya passed her some wondering glances, noticing her sudden change in attitude. She ignored it, and by the time school was over with, she was glad to be able to go anywhere but there.
The only problem was the 'anywhere but there,' for her, didn't include Heartland. She decided to go into town. She drove to the little town square to the local Starbucks. Fifteen minutes later, she was sitting on a stool in the coffee shop staring out the window. She wrapped her hands around the nearly empty latte.
She tossed it in the trash upon her exit. Well, there's nowhere else worth going to kill time. She drove down the main street and passed the only trendy, locally-owned boutique there. Something caught her eye.
She kicked her car into reverse, and backed up. There it was: a simple, silk, baby pink, mini dress. She quickly parallel parked and ran into the store. The store was called Abigail's. Ms. Abby herself came to help Amy.
"I have to have that dress!" Amy exclaimed.
"I see you like it. I just got that in this morning. There are only three of them, and you've managed to grab the last one, lucky lady." Abby disappeared to the back and when she came out, she had the beautifully simple dress in her hands.
Amy went to the dressing room and changed. It was a little too baggy. She stepped outside, and Abby was holding a tape measurer. Amy stepped onto the fitting stool. Abby took up measurements, and used some sort of chalk and pinned and bobbed and lengthened and shortened and all the works. Amy was standing still for so long that Van Gogh could have drawn a portrait of her.
"Alas, all done!" Abby cried.
Amy sighed and turned around to look herself in the three-way mirror. She gasped at the splendor of the dress. It ended just midway at her claves and fit loosely, but wasn't baggy, and wasn't tight.
She turned and posed. Abigail came over with a black blazer and draped it over Amy's shoulders. She smiled at what she saw. She was like a fashionable Paris-local; in with the latest trends.
"I'll take it!" She quickly pulled out her AmEx and slapped it into Abby's hands.
She changed out of the dress gingerly, not wanting to crush the silk and form any creases. She brought the blazer and dress up to the front and signed. Abigail placed the clothing into separate dress bags.
"Thank you!" Amy called as she rushed out the store, giddy with excitement for buying the most perfect dress ever. It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't glanced at the receipt. It was only two-hundred dollars for the most brilliant dress ever known to man, and it didn't cut over Amy's monthly clothing allowance.
She folded the dress bags over the passenger seat and unconsciously drove to Heartland, not realizing that that was the place she was avoiding. She didn't realize that until she drove up the driveway and Ty waved to her.
He ran over to her as she was grabbing the dress and slinging it over her arm. "Amy! Everyone's been so worried about you! You weren't home at your usual time, and we were scared something had happened to you!" He said.
"Well, sorry." She replied, rolling her eyes. "Why were you worried, I know my way around here by now? I've only lived here for, what, at least ten years of my life? I had my cell phone, anyway."
"Exactly. You weren't answering. We called you at least ten times." He said, mocking her voice.
She pulled her cell out of her bag and glanced at the blinking screen, alerting her cheerily that she had thirteen messages. She couldn't have answered the calls while she was standing for the fitting. "Whatever. I had more important stuff to do." She said, holding up her bags.
"What in the world could be more important to you than Heartland?" He asked.
"Other things!" She shouted at him.
"Good answer." He said, sarcastically.
"Ugh! God, why do you have to be so contradictory?" She yelled. She groaned and shoved right past him. She turned and cast a steady gaze on him. He had his hand over the place where she had shoved him. She had no time to feel sorry for him. Her nerve was rubbing raw. "And you want to know what else? Ben kissed me when you were gone! And I told him he was an idiot because my heart belonged to you, Ty. I stood up for you and now... now, ahh!" Amy screamed at him and stomped up to the house.
She walked right past her grandpa and Lou and stomped up the stairs. She threw the dressmaker's bag on her bed and locked herself in her closet. She started sobbing. The only thing more painful than that heavy lead weight she was carrying in the pit of her stomach the entire day from lying to Ty, was the wounded look on his face when she had caught a glimpse of him on her rampage away from him. She buried her head in her hands and broke into fresh tears.
Short... but I hoped you liked it! Review! What do you think I should do next? This is helped by you guys!!! -Ally