I'm back! I originally had a mystery/crime theme set for this chapter, but I am saving that for the next chapter since it is pretty long and I don't have much time to write today.

I don't have much to say today, do I? Well, let's begin I guess XD. Oh, wait, yes I do! North Clamington = North Carolina


Chapter 3: The Visit

Age Ten

"Kids, time to come inside!" Amy called us inside. Amy was now Mr. Grouper's new wife, and they got married when we were nine. She is pretty nice, and she has the most adorable daughter named Mallory! She is only two years old, so she doesn't play with us a lot. Mallory likes to sleep all the time, just like any normal baby.

We all raced inside, knowing it was almost time for dinner. We washed up, and as I rushed to the dining room, Amy stopped me. "Deema, sweety, you have a call from someone. I think you'll be surprised." Amy handed me the phone. I was confused. The only call I would be surprised from is one from Tina, my old best friend who moved to North Clamington just last year.

But it wasn't Tina. "Hi Deema, this your grandmother!" The person over the phone said. I was shocked. I have a grandmother?! Well, duh, everyone has a grandmother, but I never met her before. Even when I was younger and when my parents were alive. Or at least, I don't remember meeting her.

"Hi Grandma!" I tried to sound energetic over all my confusion and shock. How did she find out my number? And why was she calling? "Well, you must be pretty busy right now, but I am just calling to say that I will be coming over to visit in a week! Bye bye!" Before I could reply, she hung up. She was coming over?! In a week?!

As soon as I entered the dining room for dinner, I had to sit down because my head was literally spinning! "What did she want, Deema?" Amy asked with a smile, clearly showing that she knew exactly what my grandmother had wanted. "My grandmother is coming over in a week." I was still pretty dazed. I was going to meet some lady that I was related to but don't even remember in a week!

"She is?" Mr. Grouper and the others said in unison. Growing tired of the whole situation, I ignored their question and directly asked Amy, "Can I be excused from dinner?". "Sure, I don't see why not." Amy's voice started to show concern, because I would always eat dinner, even if I was upset or about to kill someone.

I went up to my room, ignoring the footsteps following. It was most likely Mr. Grouper, lecturing me how I should not skip dinner and be grateful for the food that I am served. He did that to Molly before, when she skipped dinner because Amy said that once Mallory turned four, she would have to share a room with her. The lecture made her mood even worse, actually.

But it wasn't Mr. Grouper, thankfully. It was Goby. "What's wrong? Don't you want to meet her?" Goby asked, closing the door behind him. "I do, but... Why can't it be like one of those movies where you start to find out the truth about your life sixteen years after you are born?" I sighed, collapsing onto my bed.

"Simple. Because your life is not a movie." Goby replied jokingly. But I was not in the mood for jokes. I needed real advice. "Haha, very funny." I said, coldly, getting my point across. "Alright, no need for the attitude," Goby said, still testing me, "It might not be as bad as you think it is. You'll probably like her.".

I sighed, starting to get annoyed at the fact that no one understood what was really wrong. "It's not that I am afraid of not liking her," I explained impatiently, "It's just that it's too fast. I mean, I didn't even know that she existed. Not to mention that she might not like me staying here and try to make me live with her.". Goby laid down next to me on my bed, and smiled. "I am pretty sure that she is not allowed to just take you away from us," He said, "I am sure none of that is going to happen.".

"Watch and see." I mumbled.


One week later

"Deema!" Grandma pulled me into the Worlds' Tightest Hug. Now, you may think that this is her first day here, but it is actually her fourth. So far, my days with her have been filled with hugs, slobbery kisses, and stories about my parents. I liked the stories about my parents and how they fell in love and stuff, but I wasn't too interested in the two other things. Oh, I forgot to mention one! Public embarrassment.

Since Grandma volunteered to walk me to school every morning, everyone at my school got a chance to see her. She acted really... kooky in public. Dancing around, singing loudly, and popping in pointless statements from the 1960's that most of us modern-day kids don't really care about. Not to mention that the Cows noticed her.

I didn't even get to hang out with Goby and the others anymore. She wanted to keep me all to herself for the week. She even said so herself! It was like I didn't even live in the same house at them anymorea!

"Yes Grandma?" I tried my best to sound nice. I honestly did! As soon as she released me from that hug, I wanted to shout "Hooray!". But I kept my mouth shut because I knew that if I did, she would go into her suspicions.

"Do you want to hear another story about your parents?" Grandma asked kindly. I nodded. Turns out, she was my father's mother. My father was a baseball player for his school and my mom was just a normal school girl.

"Well, why don't we start the story about the senior prom?"

Flashback

It was senior year at highschool for my parents, and it was the day for the senior's graduation prom.

"Who are you going with Jack?" One of my dad's obnoxious friends, Elliot, asked. "I am going with Deema Rose." My father made love eyes at my mother, who was just across from him, at her locker talking with two of her friends.

"Deema Rose," Elliot snickered, "Why her?". My father was highly defensive of my mother, and didn't let anyone get away with teasing her. "Unlike all the sluts you dated, she is actually a decent girl. Not to mention she is really beautiful and sensible.". Elliot put a hand on my father's shoulder. "Whatever, dude," Elliot replied, "Call me back when you find a real woman.". He walked off, laughing.

"Hey honey, what was all that about?" My mother approached my father after her friends left. "Nothing," My father narrowed his eyes, "Come on, don't want to be late for lunch.". And they walked off, hand in hand.

It was finally 7 pm, an hour before the prom began. Both my mother and my father were preparing for the prom.

"Mom," my father had asked, "What do you think of Deema Rose?". They had been dating for six months now. "She is the type of girl I would want to see you marry and have wonderful kids with." Grandma gave him a warm smile. Grandma was highly fond of my mom, and treated her like the daughter she never had.

"Do you think I am wonderful?" I asked Grandma, interrupting her story. "Of course. You are just like your mother," Grandma began to memorize the wonderful traits of my mother, "Smart, stubborn, beautiful, and kind. Just like your mom.". I smiled at the comment. Did she really think of me as that? Am I really like that?

"Really mom? You think that?" My father was surprised. With this past two girlfriends, Grandma was very cold towards them and even forced him to dump one of them, Edna, the only female drug addict at their school.

"Yeah. And that is why you need to go to college, Jack. To get a job to support your family," Grandma said, "Now get going, before Deema Rose freaks out because you are not there.". They both laughed, thinking about Deema Rose's past reactions with Jack's tardiness.

"You're here!" Deema Rose exclaimed when Jack had arrived. Jack was stunned by Deema Rose's beauty and simpleness. She wore black hoop earrings, a toothshound shirt, a tight, solid black skirt that went down to her knees, and black boots that went up to her ankle. The only makeup on her was lip gloss.

"D-Deema Rose... Uh.. Are you ready to go?" Jack asked nervously. "Well, duh! Let's go!" Deema Rose said energetically, pulling Jack outside of the house.

The night at the dance was lovely. Everyone had a good time, Elliot kept his ignorant mouth closed, and Deema Rose and Jack owned the dance floor. Then, his moment came. His destined moment.

"Deema Rose?" My father had started off. "Yes Jack?" Deema Rose asked, oblivious to the current situation. Jack had got down on one knee.

"He purposed to her at a prom?" I asked. That was pretty unique and romantic. "Not quite. Let me finish." Grandma replied, getting excited for this was her favorite part.

"Even though this is technically our final day of High School... Eversince we started dating six months ago, I have loved you with all my heart. I want to dedicate every moment I live to you. You are the most unique girl I have ever meant. You are confident with yourself, kind, a little stubborn, and most importantly, you except me for who I am. So I am asking, when the right time comes... Will you marry me?" Jack pulled out the ring that was passed down to everyone female in the Wahler family since the early 1900s. Deema Rose gasped and began to tear up. "Yes, of course!" She hugged him and gave him one million kisses.

That was the best day of Jack's life.

"That story is so beautiful!" I said, beginning to tear up myself. It is great that my parents fell in love with each other and gave birth to me. "It is. It is a story I will always think of when I think about my son or your mother." Grandma replied.

I got up to leave, before I got emotional. My parents love to each other was gone. But... atleast they were able to die together than apart. "Deema, wait!" Grandma's voice was alarming and had the sound of urgency in it.

"What is it Grandma?" I asked, thinking something was wrong. But that was not it. "Here." Grandma pulled out a silver ring with a baby pink gem inside of it. B- but... isn't this... the Wahler generation ring?" I was at a loss for words.

"Yes, it is," Grandma said with a genuine smile, "You are a Wahler female, aren't you?". I began to cry out of happiness. "Take good care of it." Grandma instructed, sliding the ring onto my finger.

My grandmother was truly a great woman.


I know, I know, this isn't a heavy GobyxDeema chapter. As a matter of fact, only the beginning had DeemaxGoby in it. But some chapters, like this one, will focus on their personal lives.

Ch.5 is going to be a Goby-centered story. And, he will narrate it! Yay!

Bye-cha-ko!