Quick update much?(: As always I would like to thank my alerters, favouriters and reviewers. Especially therealchamps and Sonib89 who have so far managed to review each of my 'three' chapters. Touché guys, touché, it really does mean heaps.
Sorry if it's a bit 'Meh' I haven't the time to recheck it, forgive me?:D
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Kimberly.
A soft, melodic stream of some mainstream band blew through the speakers of the stereo inside the house as Kim sighed tiredly, slouching back into her deck chair with a loose pant.
It was an occasional teachers only day at Foreclose High School and instead of slurping on iced coke and munching down Salsa Doritos like a pig with Moose at the local Arcade, Kimberly had been banished by her Mother and locked in her house to do chores while she went to work.
Despite knowing she deserved it, it hadn't softened the blow after Moose practically rubbed the fact that the Robbie Lewis was going to be at the Arcade as well. And had asked if she wanted to hang out with him.
Her.
Robbie Lewis, the leather-clad bad boy who made her feel weak at the knees and sat behind her in Calculus asking her for notes every day, asked if she wanted to hangout for the whole day.
The whole day!
Wallowing in self pity and feeling an overdramatic amount of remarkable depression Kim shook her head pointlessly, mentally trying to force herself not to think of all the things she could be doing with Robbie right now. Like staring holes into his perfect grey eyes or fawning over the fact that he actually wanted to hang out with her. Maybe more than friends.
The idea itself gave her a tickling of butterflies in her stomach.
Looking around the newly fresh cut grass she took a heavy breath through her nose and graced a soft smile at the fact that she had done it. The afternoon beginning to set across the garden, if you could call three dying plants stuffed into a box in the corner of the backyard a garden, the reddy yellow light seemed to be a shallow resemblance to a photograph her mother had shown her of a marvellous garden in Venice.
The large oak tree, that for some reason had been planted smack dab in the middle of the properties fencing, blocked half of the next door neighbours view and made her feel as though she had some privacy from Mrs. Lily's prying eyes.
The creeping memory of what she and Robbie could have been haunted her mind.
Now with that fantasy gone down the drainpipe to hell Kimberly had to settle with the notepad and pen in her hands. Looking down at the blue lined paper lined with the massive, nearly endless, list of tasks she had hopefully completed during the morning and the afternoon she groaned. Slightly irritated for obvious reasons, she began to scratch them off one at a time.
'Mom's List for Kimmy.
Can you please; soak roasting pan, clean dishes (without dishwasher!)-,' she used a dishwasher despite the threat. '-scrub down counters in Kitchen, clean the top cupboards that the guests see, vacuum the rooms, clean out the fridge (use disinfectant in bathroom), dust the TV, feed the cats, change the litter box it's filthy, mow the back lawn and then tidy the guest room AND yours (change sheets, pillow slips etcetera).
If you see anything else that maybe a little messy it would be nice for you to clean it up Kim. Don't even think about running off with Michael-,' It's Moose, Kim deadpanned. '-because you know I will find out.
I'll bring back take out. Love Mom xxx.'
Kim inwardly made a joke about the 'xxx' at the end of her mothers' note but found that it wasn't as funny without anyone around.
Stuffing the notepad and pen into the breast pocket of her red flannel shirt when she realised she was finally done, Kim turned her attention back to the garden and caught sight of a eye closed, grey bushy tailed Shampoo who lay lazily in the last few rays of sunlight she had hoarded from underneath the Oak Tree.
Chuckling at the cat and wondering aimlessly about what cats could possibly dream about Kim was pulled from her thoughts at the strident tune of Mozart that called over the stereo. Sliding out of her chair with an effort she brushed her grass strewn knees with the back of her hands and made way to the netted back door. Opening it she quickly walked around the lumpy, blue couch and the almost touching glass table beside it. Taking a mental note that she should probably move the death trap later on, she reached the Kitchen counter and glanced at the caller ID.
Surprised, she clicked the answer button with a smirk ending the annoying noise.
"Hello, Detroit Morgue. Would you like someone buried or murdered? We pay with heroine." She forged a male gangster Italian voice as much as she could, trying not to burst out laughing in the process.
"Kimberly-Anne, that really is no way to answer your phones," an amused voice cracked down the receiver. Bad reception in Boston, Kim guessed.
"Sorry Pop's, thought you were this girl from school I was trying to intimidate," Veroni chuckled at his only granddaughter's sense of humour. Definitely not inherited from her Mother.
"So you wanted to scare her by giving her the wrong phone number?"
"Well, it was either that or turn up to her house dressed as Jason and hide in her wardrobe until she came home and jump out with a fake knife, and I don't think that that would go down very good," she retorted. 'And then I'd probably get driven home by the Fed's again,' she thought.
"Ah yes, keep to the less overwhelming plan sweetheart," he played along. Shaking her head with a genuine smile Kim threw herself into the well worn breakfast bar stool to her left.
As they fell to lighter, less humorous topics like school and work and what he had been up to for the past few months, Kim began to feel curious twirling parts of her brown hair between her thumb and forefinger checking for split ends. And let the words fall from her mouth without a second thought, cutting him off midsentence.
"Awesome, next time I come over I'll check him out" she snorted at his description of his pet rat that he feed outside the window of his apartment called Freddy. "So any who cool guy, as much as I do love you Pop's, what are you calling for?" Smooth.
"Well," Veroni began with a smirk. "I was actually wondering where your Mother was? I have a few things to .." he searched for the word with a pause.
"Discuss with her?" Kim guessed.
"Exactly," he spoke evenly. Kim absentmindedly shook her craned head merrily then scrunched her face up at the stab of pain that shot up through her neck. Deciding to sit up and straighten up she coughed into her hand.
"Sorry Pop's she- she's out doing a 'big case, probably won't be home till after six. You could try again then?" She tried, over the sudden hacking session. Veroni let out a slightly cheerless sigh and she could almost tell he was nodding. Beginning to get used to how the phone line scratched and paused parts of the call.
"Of course, of course. Some of us have to do things with our lives right?" Kim laughed, "well aslong as you're alright and your Mother.. I'll try get a hold of her in the next few days. Maybe your birthday?" He asked. Kim pushed her shoulders back and was answered by a series of clicks and cracks, cringing at the noise she decided to stand stepping away from the gad damned stool and pushing it in.
"That 'd be cool Pop's, I'll tell her you called anyway," then after another frail stab at conversation Veroni finally declared that he still had to go down to the Convenience Store and pick up a few items for his cake.
Picturing her 6'4 masculine thick set grandfather who barely ever cooked baking a cake made her burst into a fit of giggles. Then with a wholehearted goodbye and a series of 'I promise to come up during the Summer holiday' Kim ended the call and set the small back device back onto its stand.
Surprised as the slim purple letters read '16:59', she realised she had been on the phone for a good forty minutes. With a sigh and picking off a few stray bits of grass from her hair and shirt Kim remodelled the 'death trap' and returned outside.
Sitting back down on her chair with a light grin and looking over the darkening backyard, a crème, blue eyed Conditioner slipping onto her lap with a purr as Kim waited for her Mother to return.
Once she had later that night everything had been rather uneventful. She received praise from Katrina about her cleaning skills and a hug, that she really didn't want, for not running away with Moose. She told her Mother about the random call from Veroni, ate her Mediterranean salad drenched in red wine vinaigrette and mayonnaise while watching a re-run of Phineus and Ferb on Disney, chatted briefly to her Mother about the case she was working on, devoured the peanut covered chocolate candies were brought home as a treat, had a long bath until her fingers and toes pruned, brushed her teeth until they sparkled and then lay in bed reading 'Lord of the Flies' for what felt like half an hour. It wasn't until she checked her phone she realised it had been two and a half, she really lost track of time easily.
Weirdly enough after she had only seconds ago set down her small yellow phone on the wooden bedside table draw beside her it began to blare some familiar rap song with a vengeance, signalling only one person.
'One-two-three to the four. Snoop Doggy Dog and Dr. Dre is at the door. Ready to make an entrance so back on up, 'cos you know we're about to rip-.'
"If you're calling me to mock me about my 'un-Robbie' day you can piss off. " She spoke flatly with a half casted glare, putting the flip top phone to her ear. A loud 'gah' noise hit her first.
"No, no, no. This is bigger, though just to say it I did hang out with Robbie all day while you had to clean," Moose smirked through the phone. Snaking her 'Harry Potter' bookmark from four years ago into the spine of the page she was up to near the end Kim put the book on top of her lap over the thick duvet.
"Go away you clown," she started. Beginning to debate whether or not just to hang up on him and then endure the 'how dare you!' speech at school the next day. Reading her mind Moose chuckled over the phone.
"I had to say it! Okay now that's out of the way, I need to tell you something!" Curiosity gnawed away at her for the second time that day and one of her thin brows rose.
"I'm listening," she spoke through pursed lips. Rather inquisitive with the tone of excitement in her best friends voice.
"You'll never believe what my good-for-nothing sister scored for me- for us!" He chirped, turning her head toward the alarm clock beside her she saw it was already late into the night. Which generally meant that Moose would be asleep. But he wasn't, which meant also that he was probably overloaded on Energy drinks. Great.
"I bet you're gonna' tell me," she deadpanned, rolling her eyes and sitting back against her thin pillows and bedpost.
"Tickets bro, tickets! She won them off of the radio for some competition but she didn't want them, so score!" Sighing as she rubbed her hand over her naked face she snorted without humour.
"Great, what band?" Whether or not Moose caught on to the lack of enthusiasm in her voice he didn't seem phased, actually he seemed to get even more ecstatic at every word.
Though going to a concert didn't seem so bad, she thought.
A crazed and slightly cold scoff scratched through the phone making both of Kim's brows rise.
"No my slightly deranged, amazing friend, no band. She got her hands on tickets for Monday-Bloody-Night Raw!"
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