AN: I looove this chapter. It's so awesome, it doesn't even need fancy big words to make it seem all cool and...awesome :)
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Chapter 2 - Big Orange Moving Truck
"Mitchie!"
My eyes flew open as the sound of the front door opening combined with my mother's yelling woke me.
"Yes?" My voice was shaky and layered with sleep. How long had I been out? I sat up on the couch and searched for a clock. I stood up, half my brain still asleep, the other wide awake.
"Mitchie?" My mom asked, worry in her voice as she turned the corner to see me. Grocery bags in both arms. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, fine mom." I tried to steady my voice. "I just, uh, fell asleep on the couch. You woke me up."
"I thought I told you to stop staying up so late!" She called over her shoulder while disapearing into the kitchen.
"Yeah, sorry." I replied while watching my dad carry in an arm load of food and stuff.
"You know, there's this thing called helping." He smiled while walking past me.
"On it." I sighed while walking out to the car.
Once the car had fully been unloaded of grocery stuff, I headed up towards my room. When I was safely inside the comforting room that I called mine, I plopped down onto my computer chair, still sleepy.
I yawned and turned on the ancient computer that buzzed out a grunt. I waited for the monitor to slowly create a picture, yawning several times in the process. Pretty soon my bladder started to complain.
I slowly made my way to hall and then to bathroom. When I returned to my room, and therefore to the computer, another yawn escaped my mouth. Darn it, maybe mom was right.
I sat at the computer chair and immediatly went blog hunting. It had become a habit of mine. As soon as I got online any more I was looking to see who had updated their blogs. Usually I was disapointed, no one ever uploaded anything new more then once a week any more.
A smile made it's way to by face when I saw that some one had put in a new entry. The down side was that it was Shane. A sigh escaped my lips, followed by another yawn. Ugh! Why was I so tired? I didn't stay up too late last night. One in the morning isn't late...not for me...maybe a few years ago it would've been, but not now. I silently thanked God that it was Saturday, that way I could sleep in tomorrow and maybe loose the constant yawning I suddenly adopted.
"Good greif." I whispered to the computer as Shane's blog loaded up. I'd never seen an entry so long from Shane. His usual blog was only a few sentences long, and he always talked about how many awards he'd just won at some award show and he sometimes used the space for thanking his fans. But this one seemed different.
Hey guys. It's been great these past few weeks, over here in Europe for the Connect 3 Love Tour. It's beautiful, and if you've never been here, then you should definately visit some time soon.
As you might have noticed the rumors going around about me and our opening act dating, I'd just like to say that they are not true. I'm still single, so no worries.
But to talk about something that matters, I won both the categories I was nominated for (Pop/Rock Hottie & Best Hair) at the Pop And Rock Honors. It will air tomorrow night at seven, so be sure to watch. And to let you in on the big surprise, Connect 3 is the special guest. We perform our newest hit for everyone. Be sure to watch, record, then watch again.
Shane Gray.
I let out a laugh. Shane was never good at keeping secrets. I closed up his blog, not even bothered that he had denied the dating rumors with their opening act, blondie-what's-her-face. Even though I couldn't remember her name, I still hated her.
I continued my search for another blog to read, but didn't come across any other new ones. I was about to let out a disapointed sigh, but a yawn came out instead.
"Okay!" I gave in, getting off the chair and then walking over to my bed where I fell onto it. I was out in seconds.
The next two days went by faster then expected. I still haven't heard anything from Caitlyn since the phone call and her last blog.
I tapped my pencil against my desk. I hate school. It's a nightmare and hell wrapped into one evil prison. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but who cares. You know I'm right.
"So don't forget about your homework tonight." The teacher finished a lecture I hadn't been listening to. The bell rang shortly after he sat down behind his ugly brown desk. I stood up and gathered my things, eager to get home.
As I walked to my locker, a familar voice began to talk next to me. I didn't bother looking up to see Sierra, I knew it was her. No one else would be talking to Messed Up Mitchie. I hate nicknames. I thoust about all the times people had called me that as I kept my eyes on the floor in front of me.
"So, like I was saying earlier, I don't get why Mr. Cup has to be such a big dummy. He's the worst teacher in this school. I bet a monkey could teach AP History better then him." She babbled on while I stopped at locker number 129. I turned the combination and opened it up.
She continued to tell me about her grudge against Mr. Cup while I grabbed the books I needed. I stuffed into my small backpack and slung it over my shoulders as she switched subjects.
"Okay, I've put up with it for as long as I can without asking. What's wrong?" She sounded annoyed and worried at the same time. That's something I like about Sierra. She didn't ask you what's up in your life every ten seconds. She gave me my space until she couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Nothing worth being this tired over." I confessed while shutting my locker.
"Like what?" She asked in a casual tone. Another thing to like about Sierra, she wasn't pushy or demanding.
"Her." I quietly answered while beginning my walk to the school's nearest exit point. I needed fresh air. I needed to leave this cruel place. I needed to get away from the school as soon as possible, I had a headache from the forced learning.
"Oh." Sierra whispered while following me out two wide doors. I embraced the air with a small smile. "Still no word about what happened with the phone conversation?"
"Not one." I answered, trying hard not to show how much it bothered me. She saw right through my act.
"Maybe you should try calling her. Maybe she's waiting for you to be the one to call, instead of the other way around." She suggested while slipping a peice of gum into her mouth.
"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'm just too stupid to put up with." I replied, knowing that Sierra would be kicked into extreme compliment mode. I didn't care though. My thoughts were miles and miles away from the sidewalk we were on.
After we reached her street and I said bye, I realized that she might be right. What if Caitlyn was waiting on me to call first? But why? Why would she be scared to call me? Was she afraid that I had some how got freaked out by the last call? Ugh, this was too insignificant to be complicated.
As I turned onto the second to last street away from my home, I barely noticed the moving truck sitting in driveway on my left. I walked right past the For Sale sign that was crossed out and now read, Sold! It didn't click until I had walked completely past the house and the huge orange moving truck.
I stopped walking when I heard that soft as silk voice. The lightest, purest voice I'd ever heard in my life. Her voice.
I slowly turned around to see a beautiful one story home. It was painted white and had flowers and trees all around it. The grass was green as can be and evenly cut. But even though all this beauty could make someone stop and stare, the only thing I was staring at was the beautiful brown eyed girl walking out of the house. She was talking to rather large man in overalls. I figured he was one of the movers.
I couldn't move, or speak, and when the overalls guy looked up and saw me standing there with my mouth open, he must of said something to Caitlyn because she spun around locked onto my gaze.
"Mitchie!" She shreiked and came flying at me. I still couldn't move, and with that look on her face, I definately couldn't talk. A lump the size of a loaf of bread was stuck in my throat.
Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me into the biggest hug I've ever recieved. She was giggling like crazy, and as my arms robotically wrapped around her tiny waist I realized I too was laughing.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed as she stepped back, one hand still on my arm. My facial expression hadn't changed much and she laughed even harder at me. My mouth was open, my eyes were huge, and my cheeks flushed from her touching me.
"Wow." I breathed as her smile shined at me.
"You can stop jumping and screaming any time now." She sarcastically teased my statue like figure. I mentally slapped myself and then fixed my face into one of pure joy. She laughed and then hugged me again.
"I can't believe it! I mean I knew I'd see you sometime soon, but I had no idea it'd be this soon!" She confessed while stepping back again and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I was walking home from school." I must sound like an idiot. That didn't make much sense to the conversation. God, Torres, pull it together!
"I kinda figured that with the backpack and all." She smiled while glancing back at the house. "So you live close by?"
"Yeah, like one street over." I smiled. One street away from her. Not just the same state. Not just the same city. But one street away. Less then a three minute walk away. Away from her. Three minutes away from the girl of my dreams.
"This is too cool, I can't believe how lucky we got on this." She informed me while glancing back at the house again. Was she looking for something? Someone?
"Yeah, I mean, this is so...awesome!" So what, my vocabulary isn't as great as it could be. Sue me.
"Yeah!" She agreed, looking over her shoulder for a third time.
"Waiting for something to explode?" I asked while letting out a small laugh.
She smiled back at me, the nervous shine in her eyes fading. "Knowing my mom, yeah."
"Speaking of your mom..." I was going to try and ask about the phone call, but she seemed to tense up and I quickly changed my plan. "I've never met her. Do I get finally get to see where you get your hottness from?" Wow, I didn't know I could flirt. Wait...I just flirted with Caitlyn...who am I?
"Um...I'm not sure that's such a good idea." Caitlyn blushed. I made her blush. Me. Mitchie. Or is this really me?
"Why not? You had to have gotten your awesome-ness from someone, right? Or is it true that you're really the offspring of some kind of angel?" Good God! I must have been obducted by aleins in my sleep. She blushed a deeper shade of red and turned to look at the house one last time.
"Um, maybe later. I've got finish...unpacking and stuff." She smiled. "I'll call you later, okay? You have to show me around town."
"I'll be waiting for that call." I promised while taking a step backwards and smiling at her.
"I'll be waiting for the tour." She countered while flashing me her Caitlyn-tastic smile.
"Oh, trust me, it'll blow your mind. You'll be wanting more before it's even over." I smirked while spinning around and heading home. Maybe I was just getting my hopes up, but I could have sworn she was flirting back in her own way.
Now the only the problem, what the hell am I gonna do with this tour of the city crap? I get lost in my own backyard! Oh well, time to brainstorm. Off to the lair!
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AN: Off to the thinking chamber! XD