I didn't know Tyler's mom's name so from here on out I dub her Marge. K? Ok.
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"Ok, do you guys have everything you need? You aren't forgetting anything are you?" Marge Simms asked her children for what had to be the billionth time in the last minute.
"Mom, we're good, we have done this before you know?" Tyler said giving his mom one last farewell hug before putting the last of his stuff in his Hummer.
"Yeah Marge, we got this." Whitley said to her guardian as she also headed to her car.
"You will be careful right? It's your senior year, it's very important." Marge was having a hard time believing they were so grown up. Everything had flown by so quickly, Tyler had grown up into a wonderful young man in, what felt like to her, no time at all. And it felt like just yesterday that they took in little Whitley, who lets face it was no so little any more, but had grown into a beautiful women. She remembered sending the pair off for their freshmen year, and also the day the boys met Whitley, they had taken to her so quickly. She also remembered the day they had to tell Whitley about their powers when she caught Reid using. She didn't know what she was going to do without her babies, Whitley may not be biologically hers but she thinks of her as a daughter none the less.
"We will be, promise." Both teenagers said at the same time. I swear, Marge thought to herself, they spend way to much time together.
They got into their respective cars and with a wave to Marge drove away to Spenser Academy, their home away from home.
Tyler and Whitley went their separate ways once they reach Spenser, promising to text the other later.
Whitley had just finished unpacking her last box when someone knocked on her door. She opened it to find none other than her best friend Willow standing there with a big smile on her face and a HUGE amount of stuff at her feet. Both girls squealed loudly with excitement and Willow threw herself at Whitley and pulled her into a big hug that brought both of them to the floor.
"Oh my goodness Willow, do you have to always find a way to injure me?" Whitley said a little put out as she examined the nice size red mark forming on her elbow.
"Don't be such a baby." Willow remarked the smile still plastered to her face.
"Yeah real sweet Will." She playfully pushed Willow in the shoulder and hauled herself up off the floor.
"So…" Willow said looking up from her space on the floor, seemingly perfectly content down there. "Are you going to the party tonight at the Dells?"
Whitley groaned at the thought, she was never a big fan of parties. They always involved people getting really drunk and acting like idiots. And pretty much having sex with clothes on and calling it dancing. Of course she would never say this out loud. No she was too sweet for that, too quiet.
"Come on Willow don't make me. Please." Willow just shook her head.
"I don't see why you argue with me, I mean you're pretty much the sister of a Son of Ipswich; you are expected to show up at these things. It's like a law. Seriously." The worst part of this statement is that Willow meant every word of it. See Willow was a gossip, a big one, she knew everything about anything. She was also one of the biggest sluts on campus. But Whitley didn't care. Willow was her best friend through and through, nothing could change that.
"Okay, you got to quit using my brother against me."
"I'm not, I'm just saying that when you aren't there people talk. About you, and how dorky you are. I'm your friend and I can't just sit here and let you suffer that humiliation." Whitley just stared for a minute.
"You are so weird." They both let out a little laugh and started lugging all of Willow's junk into the room. Whitley and Willow had been roommates and best friends since freshman year when Willow punched Aaron Abbott in the face for picking on Whitley for being an orphan. Since then the two had been inseparable.
An hour later they were done moving everything in and were completely wiped out. When there was a knock on the door and both girls let out groans of protest. The knocker, though, took this as a welcome to come in. Kate Tunney and a pretty blonde girl came in and Whitley looked up from her spot on her bed.
"Hey Kate, how are you?" Kate had always been really nice to her. They get along pretty well, but were total and complete opposites. Kate liked nice, dressy clothes, whereas Whitley preferred jeans and a t-shirt. Kate was good at flirty and seducing. Whitley was good at being witty and fixing cars. Kate demanded attention when she walked into the room. Whitley avoided any kind of attention and or confrontation.
"I'm good. I just came here to introduce my new roommate Sarah. Sarah, this is Willow and Whitley. Hey you guys are going to the party tonight right?" Before Whitley could say anything Willow gave her a stern look.
"Yes, WE, as in BOTH of us will be attending." Willow said triumphantly from her bed. Kate beamed.
"Good, you know, you guys should come with us."
"Actually, I have a ride with Hunter." Willow stated grabbing some clothes from her dresser.
"Who's Hunter?" Both Kate and Whitley asked.
"This boy I met. He's cute so what the heck right?" She said as she bounced into the bathroom to change.
"What about you Whitley?"
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Cool, we are taking Sarah's car. It's about nine right now so we probably will be heading out soon. What were you planning on wearing?" Kate asked as she scanned Whitley's current outfit. She was wearing a softball shirt from when she played in Middle School, some old washed out jeans with holes in the knees, her hair was up in her usual messy bun near the top of her head, with her bangs pinned back with a little poof out of her face. To top off this amazingly fashionable outfit her feat were donned with her favorite pair of worn down flip flops. "You aren't wearing that are you?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Whitley didn't understand what was wrong with her outfit, but it must have been really bad from the look on Kate's face. Sarah let out a little giggle.
"Oh honey, you are coming with me." She and Kate grabbed Whitley's hand and pulled her out of the room; she yelped a goodbye to Willow and let them drag her into her own personal hell. Girl Time.
Whitley's POV
After some hard debating Kate got me into a light blue long-sleeved midriff shirt with a hood. She let me keep my jeans and hair but insisted on doing my makeup. I never, repeat never, wear makeup, but here I am at some stupid party at the Dells with Kate and Sarah (who happens to be very nice) wearing some eyeliner and some other things I couldn't remember the name of. At least it was light. She didn't cake it on like Kyra Snyder or anything.
Willow was a little ways away dancing with Hunter, I believe, looking like she was having a blast, when she saw me her jaw dropped a little, then she gave me the thumbs up and a broad smile, so ok maybe I looked all right, but this was not under any circumstances going to become an all the time thing.
I got a text earlier from Tyler saying that he and the boys were going to be here soon and I couldn't help but be excited. Marge had let me go to New York over the summer to hang with some of my friends that I had kept in touch with during my first few years of High School, so this will be the first time I see the other three Sons of Ipswich in two and a half months.
Over the past years that I had lived with the Simms the Sons and I had grown very close. Pouge taught me everything I knew about cars and motorcycles. He even lets me drive his Ducati sometimes. He always keeps an eye out for me and never lets my trusting nature get the best of me. Reid has helped to bring me out of my shell a bit. When he is around I talk a lot more and I let myself have fun because when you are with Reid it is hard not to. Of course Tyler is my brother, if not by blood then by everything else. I couldn't have asked for a better brother either, he took care of me and drove me crazy at the same time. He made sure I was always caught up for school and that I always had everything I needed or wanted. Finally we have Caleb, ah, Caleb. I have had a small (okay as not so much small as cataclysmic) crush on him since sophomore year. He has always just been there being Caleb, the leader of the pack, the sayer of all things level headed. And can you say tall dark and handsome? Yep, I can. But he would never notice me, not me, little old Whitley Mathews, why would anyone notice me?
If it seems TOO slow tell me, but I needed to get caught up from all the last years. Suggestions always welcomed!
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