Here's the second installment of Your Guardian Angel. I just want to say thank you to CarmillaD for sending me a very kind message J I've enabled the anonymous reviews so you can tell me whatever you think. And, so far I think this story will be at least more than ten chapters long, lasting after Valentine's day. That seems satisfactory, right?
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"Well, gee, this turned out to be an awkward night." I said as we all made our way over to the parking lot.
After those four boys, or what Courtney called, "Neanderthals", entered the diner we remained quiet, eating our food in silence and playing with the straws on our cups if we were already finished.
The four were still in the diner, laughing it up. I don't know what was so funny, but I do know that they are the type of guys that would most likely get drunk on a Saturday night then go to a diner, pick up some chick, and get laid.
Or at least that's what the punk looked like. Some of them looked friendly, namely the boy with black hair and his big Jamaican friend. The blond, however, looked a little bit like a mindless party idiot. How did I get that? His cowboy hat, his thin, pink unbuttoned shirt, his flip-flops, and his jean shorts.
And to think, that's the guy Bridgette spent the night looking at. I shivered as a light drizzle began to fall. Leshawna yelped and pulled her orange hoodie closer to her, the hood almost falling off as she ran to her car.
"See y'all later!" She called over her shoulder. I nodded, though she didn't see it, and said goodnight to Bridgette and Courtney. They offered me a ride, but they knew that they were late to get home so I shook my head, no. They left, glancing at me through the car window.
I shrugged and began to walk home. I lived at least 5 miles away from the diner, having been dropped off by Erik and my Mom, and the rain had just started to pound harder.
Sighing, I looked down at my old Converse sneakers. They were basically drenched now. My black hoodie wasn't making my situation any easier, too. It was a bit thin, and stuck to my skin. All I wore underneath was a tank top.
"DAMNIT!" I yelled as a car passed by, driving in a puddle that flew up and soaked me. Then, another car passed, but it swiveled around and stopped in front of me. I stared, confused.
The door opened and out came the Jamaican from the diner. "Hey, wanna catch a ride? My friend noticed you and thought you would appreciate us giving you a lift."
I blinked, shocked at the stranger's kindness and nodded. He stepped forward and grabbed my hand, dragging me to the car. He let go, letting me climb into the green van.
It was warm inside and the other three guys form the diner stared at me. "How far away do you live?" One of them asked.
"About five miles." I said simply, trying not to get my wet clothes to ruin the car seat. "Don't worry about the car, it's Geoff's. He doesn't really care about his car, as long as it's running." The punk boy told me, crossing his arms and looking out the window.
The blond, I'm guessing he's Geoff, glared at him before turning to me. "Whoa bra, you live pretty far. What happened to those three other chicks?" He asked. I mentally scolded myself for thinking he was an idiot.
"One of them ditched when it started raining, the other two were way passed curfew and had to get home." I explained, looking at the boy with black hair. He was staring at me, speechless.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"You're shivering."
"No, duh. I walked about four blocks, in the rain." I said, flatly.
"Wow. You can wear my jacket if you want." He offered, taking off his green hoodie. I took it and gave him an apologetic look for being all snappy.
The car started up again and I laid out my wet jacket on my lap. Pulling on the boy's jacket, I suddenly became warm. He smiled and looked over to the boy that helped me get in the car.
I grinned as Geoff turned on the radio. Minutes later, I found myself in a conversation with the boy who's jacket I now wore.
"So, what's your name?" He asked.
"Gwen. Yours?"
"Trent. You know Geoff, the punk sleeping in the front is Duncan, and that," He pointed to the Jamaican, "is DJ."
"Cool. Interesting bunch, you guys are." I teased.
"Yeah well, so are you and your friends. How long have you guys known each other?"
"Oh I've known Bridgette and Leshawna, the girls that were in bright colors, since about kindergarten. Courtney, the prep, I met just about two years ago." I told him.
"Nice. I've known these guys all since about 5th grade."
I nodded, "It's nice to have friends that you've known for a long time. They know more about you then you do about yourself."
Trent laughed and Duncan woke up, immediately. "What are you two laughing about?" He asked, turning his head.
"Nothing." Trent told him, "Go back to sleep you lazy jackass." Duncan glared at me as I giggled.
"Sorry about him. He's always pretty grumpy." Geoff said from behind the wheel. I nodded and glanced at Duncan. He was still looking at Trent and me.
"Seriously man, we weren't really talking about anything." Duncan rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right." He fell back asleep after that, just as Geoff pulled into my driveway.
"Thanks, guys." I smiled at them to show my appreciation and leaned over Trent to open the door. I threw off his jacket and handed it to him. "Keep it." He said, giving it back. I held it in my hand and grabbed my other jacket, still soaked in rain water.
"Wait, before you go, give us your number." Geoff smiled, "I wanna invite you to one of my parties sometime."
"Umm.. Okay." I replied, grabbing a random pen off of the car floor. I looked around for a piece of paper and found none.
Not thinking, I grabbed Trent's arm, pulled his sleeve up and scribbed down my number. Underneath, I wrote my name. Putting the pen back onto the seat, I smiled at them again.
"Thanks again for the ride, Geoff. Bye!"
I closed the door and walked over to the front door. Geoff's car remained in the driveway until I got into the house. I stood at the window, watching them until they weren't in sight.
That night, I went to bed, thinking of my four new friends.
Sunday, February 7th, 2010
I woke up to my phone ringing. Last night I had been really lazy and left it in the pocket of my jeans, which lay on the floor.
Groaning, I got up and took the phone out of the jeans. It was a number I didn't know, but I picked it up anyways.
"Hello?"
"Gwen? It's me, Trent. Just wanted to see how your holding up since you were pretty cold last night when we dropped you off at your house."
"Oh hey, Trent. Yeah, I'm doing pretty fine. Just woke up." I spoke the last part in an angry tone.
"Oh, sorry. Well, I'll hang up so you can go back to sleep." He laughed.
"No, no, no, it's okay, I'm just tired."
"Alright.. You sure you don't wanna go back to sleep?"
"Positive."
"Cool. In that case, you wanna meet up with me and the guys later?"
I was about to say yes when I remembered. I had to practice the songs my Mom wanted me to play at her wedding. Damned band practice.
I sighed, "That'd be great but I can't. You see, my Mom's getting married in like, a week and she wants me to practice the music."
"Oh.. OK, it's alright. I'll call you later though, 'kay?" I could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Sure. Bye, Trent."
I hung up and walked downstairs. The first thing I saw was Erik and my Mom making out on the couch. Eww.
"Umm, I know you guys are gonna get married and all but, could you like, not make out in front of me?" I asked, laughing.
My Mom pulled away, her face flushed. "Oh, you're awake."
"Yeah, and you're making out. And clearly enjoying it." I pretended to stick my finger down my throat and gag. Erik rolled his eyes but laughed.
"Anyways, did you finish that list of songs?"
"What songs?" Erik questioned.
"The wedding songs. You did make a list of songs, right?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah. Here!" Mom exclaimed, reaching into her skirt pocket and pulling out a wrinkled piece of paper. She threw it towards me and I caught it.
The list was basically not my style. I read the list through twice, not believing my Mom wanted me to sing songs that did not fit my style.
You and Me - Lifehouse
Bless The Broken Road - Rascall Flatts
She's So Lovely - Scouting For Girls
Etc.
"Can I at least sing a song of my own?" I said, dropping the list.
"Sure."
Good. There was no way I'd spend two-three hours at the wedding singing songs I didn't like.
Yes, the song she sings at the wedding is the title song, which is in my opinion the sweetest song, ever.