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Chapter Two

Creepy Thoughts

Everything that happened to me after I got out of the Fortune Teller's tent earlier in this afternoon is a complete blur to me. Now I'm in my room, and all that I can remember is:

A) Eddie's annoying voice asking me about every detail of my visit to that woman;

B) A little kid accidentally dropping an ice cream on me;

C) Eddie's bothersome giggles;

D) Chelsea's worried eyes upon me.

And those eyes... Oh gosh, how come does she have the most beautiful eyes on earth and I've never noticed? I mean... Wait! What the hell am I just thinking?! Chelsea is my best friend; I am not supposed to be drooling about her eyes... Or about her gorgeous red hair... And especially about that marvelous smile of hers... Oh, snap!

Really, I have no idea what is happening to me. Maybe I'm just freaking out. Perhaps I'm just giving too much attention to what that Fortune Teller told me. Ok, let me organize my thoughts. Well, she seemed really confident on what she was saying; she even knew that my Grandma Viv is a psychic. And yeah, I'm not gonna deny that I loved it when she said that I'm gonna be a famous designer. But, so what? What if she is a distant friend of my Grandma? She could very well be only playing along with me, after all, that's so my Grandma Viv. And in this case, she would surely know that I am gonna be a designer, so I guess that she only made the math. But then again, I'm sure that Grandma Viv wouldn't possibly think that Chelsea and I as a couple would be funny. That's really out of question. Oh, man!

Ok, chill, Raven Baxter, chill. She is a liar and end of story. I'm into boys. I've dated Devon for two years and I really enjoyed the time that we've spent together. I'm sure that I have a crush on Eddie, even if he is so annoying some times. So that's it.

So now, all that I have to do is just lie down and read a nice magazine. This will be able to get those creepy thoughts out of my mind.

"Now where did I put that magazine? I worked so hard to buy it and... Is that my phone ringing?" J. Lo in the air... Yep, that's definably mine. I reach out for my bed and find my cell phone. The screen is showing the number of the person that I was swearing to forget this night. Answer or not to answer, that's the question. Do I have a choice? Yes, I do, but I'll take the difficult one. I'm not a coward, and I'm gonna prove it to myself right now.

Ok, now... Long breath...

"Hello?" I answer trying to play the cool.

"Hey Rae, it's me." Chelsea says in her usual soft voice.

"Hey, girl, how are you doing?"

"I'm ok. Actually..." She pauses. I know this pause of hers. She's probably biting her lip now, hesitating to ask me something. I know this girl so well. "I just... Well, I just called to ask you if you are ok." I giggle.

"Chels, I know that this is not what you wanted to ask me. Whatever it is, just say it, girl." I said gently. I hear her sigh.

"You're right, that's not what I was gonna ask you." She confesses. "It's just that... Look, I don't wanna be annoying like Eddie or anything, but... You got me worried..." Oh God, I have a feeling that a bomb is gonna explode on me right now... "Rae, what happened in that tent?" And it did explode. Great, now how am I gonna get out of it without any harm?

"Chels..." I start. "It was nothing, ok? I just got out of that tent with that expression because... Well, because I didn't want to enter in there in the first place... And she told me a lot of lies..."

"What kind of lies?" She inquires. Oh man, Chels! I was so hoping you wouldn't ask me that.

"Well, huh... They were so stupid that I don't even remember them anymore." Nice save back, Baxter.

"Oh... Well, if you say so... But are you alright now?" She asks worriedly. I smile, she is such a sweetheart.

"Yeah, I'm all right. I'm just chilling a little. My feet are killing me." She laughs. "Hey, this is not funny!" I protest. "Do you know how hard it is to get nasty bruises all over your feet?"

"Aw, poor thing! Do you want to come over there and kiss it to make it better?" I don't why, but my heart is jumping so hard after I heard this that it's getting me worried.

"Chels! No thanks. I don't think it would be fair." I said in a controlled voice. Man, I 'm good at this. Call me an actress and I'll ask for cheers.

"No, it would be ok." She says sweetly. "Hey, can I drop by?" She asks. I lift a brow.

"Huh, Chels? Are you really gonna drop by to kiss my feet?" I ask her. A little excitedly for my own taste. She laughs at this.

"No, silly! To watch some DVDs! My mom brought me some. And I'm so bored! Please? Can I drop by?" My heart melts. Damn, I can't say no to her, I just can't. I only hope that she will never find out how much power she seems to have over me.

"Ok, you can drop by." I laugh as I hear a pretty loud YAY! from the other end. "It's... 8 o'clock now, so you better hurry up. I'll make us some things to eat, what do you think?"

"Great! I'll be there in twenty minutes, ok? Oh, and by the way, is my sleeping bag over there? I can't find it anywhere."

"Yeah, it is, don't worry." I said giggling and shaking my head.

"Oh, good! Well, let me get ready. See you in a few."

"Ok, Chels. Bye."

"Bye, Rae." As I hang up the phone I can't stop thinking. Why did my body react that way when she joked about kissing my feet? I mean, this is ridiculous... It's stupidity to think that those kissable, soft and crimson lips would kiss my feet... And it's more stupidity to fantasize about her going up further, cupping my face gently, leaning in until I can feel her warm breath on my skin, and...

Oh, damn! Here I go again!

Ok, I need to calm down. Everything is gonna be ok... Chelsea is coming here like she does all the time and we're gonna have a great time as always.

I can control myself... Of course I can...

I can do it... I can do it... I'm sure I can...

I hope...

XXX

Twenty minutes and counting until Chelsea gets here...

Ding!

Wow, I never thought that the sound of the microwave would scare the hell out of me. It's not only a ding, no, of course not. It's the sound of my conscious yelling "What the fuck where you thinking when you said yes to the movie night with Chelsea?" Well, my dear and annoying conscious, I don't know. All I wanted to do was chill and have a good night of sleep, without the presence of a certain beautiful redhead. But no, I had to agree and keep those creepy thoughts of Chelsea and me together. Nice, very nice, indeed. Anyway, it's too late for regrets now. She's is coming and end of story. I just gotta pretend that everything is just fine with me so she won't ask me anything about the Fortune Teller. Yes, that's it; it's as simple as that.

Fifteen minutes and counting...

The popcorn is ready and placed in a big bowl. The sodas are in the fridge and there are some cookies on the oven. Everything is ready except me. There's no way that I'm gonna greet Chelsea in these clothes. Last time I checked I wasn't out of my mind. I turn around and make my way to my room. As I reach my door, I'm already thinking about which pieces of clothes I'm gonna wear. I gotta be perfect tonight... Wait a minute! Why do I need to be perfect tonight? It's only Chelsea! Damn! When am I gonna stop having those thoughts? I don't think I'll be able to handle them for too long... Ok, I'm overreacting... It's only Chelsea, It's only Chelsea...

"It's only Chelsea... It's only Chels..." I say out loud. Maybe this technique will help me to fix this message. Ok, now let me decide what to wear... Oh, I love this green top. I'm gonna look good with it and a jeans. I'm sure that Chelsea is gonna like it too... Oh snap, here I go again!

Ten minutes and counting...

I look at my reflex in the mirror. Man, I am looking good! Yeah, I know that I'm not being modest, but who cares anyway? I wouldn't lie to myself, and a complement (even coming from myself) is always good. I just wonder how many stares I would get if I got out right now. Five? Ten? Twenty, who knows? Well, I can't forget about Chelsea. I know that if she were with me, she would bring a lot stares to herself. I mean, it's difficult not to stare at her when she passes by... I just wanted to know if she would turn her attention to me in some way...

Oh, boy... Get those thoughts out of my head before I go nuts...

Five minutes and counting...

Pillows, sodas, popcorn, cookies and blankets. Everything is set and just waiting for Chelsea. Knowing her the way I do, she's probably coming down my street with a little smile on her face, a DVD on one hand while she uses the other to run it across her beautiful hair. I'm sure that she's walking upstairs now, just ready to reach out and...

Ding- Dong!

Here she is. And let the night begin.

A/n 2: So, what did you think? Was it worth the wait? Well, are you curious to find out what is gonna happen with our favorite girls? Don't miss the chapter 3 then! Oh, and if you have one more minute, take a look at my one-shot 'Atonement'!

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