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She chose modeling, and she picked it over us, her friends.
She wasn't here for you when you needed it most.
Vicki's words were the only thing that I could think of. It's disappointing that the fact that I had to leave right after Jeremy's parents died is what comes to mind first when she thinks of me. Not any of the happy memories that we all shared. Not any of the times that I stuck up for both of them, even if they were wrong. And all the times that I was there for them.
And what's even more frustrating is that what she said is true. On the hand that I hadn't really picked modeling over them, considering I came back. But on the other hand, I did leave Jeremy all alone when he probably needed a friend the most.
This is what I get when I leave him in the hands of Vicki Donovon. I don't even want to ponder what drastic changes she has made to Jeremy and his lifestyle.
I chewed the inside of my lip, a habit that presented itself in stressful situations, and when I think a lot on a subject.
The inside of my cheek was like ground meat at the end of eighth grade. I was the last day of school, and pretty much all of my teachers had loaded a finale on the very last week of school. After a while I realized that after I had concentrated on a question for more then five minutes, I would begin to naw on my cheek, or my lip.
I sighed. One of my many issues.
I opened the door of 1327 Westward Drive, Mystic Falls, Virigina and sighed. It smelled like home. I couldn't exactly pin point the exact smell, but it reminded my of cinnamon.
It had a large entry way, and an open concept. From the white cabinet, wood counter-toped kitchen, two large glass doors opened up to a lawn. It wasn't huge, actually- it was fairly small- but it had emerald grass and two lawn chairs for sitting. Two lawn chairs that I remember having hot chocolate on with my dad, and pretend that I was having coffee as he drank his from a similar mug.
I traveled to the back of the house. Turning a corner and opening a door, I entered my room. With light tan wall, yellow-patterned curtains, a red throw, and blue carpet, it filled me with happiness; from head to toe. After squealing and jumping on the bed, I smiled giddily. I glanced to the window. It was dark outside, so it didn't do the colors and warmth justice. I turned on a lamp and headed to my bathroom. I surveyed the small room. A shower stall for singing while I bathe, a vanity to keep all of my 'Jess Standard' beauty products, a towel rack that had a single, red, plump towel, and a small circular Mirror with a 20 Inch diameter. Feels like home.
The hugemongous bathrooms, and bedroom suites of the place in New York was to much for me. Right here around me was all I needed. All that I needed was my friend and father to make this house complete. But, that would have to wait for tomorrow.
I stripped my clothes and stepped into the shower. Opening the body-wash cap, I brought it to my nose and took a whiff. MMMMM! Coconut! I wish that my shampoo smelled this good, but unfortunately, my 'Radiant Red' shampoo didn't smell as nice.
But then again, it's job isn't just to make it smell nice and clean, it also has to maintain color, protect the redness of my hair, and gloss it. SO MUCH FOR ONE LITTLE PRODUCT. Poor baby, probably gets tired doing all that work! At least it had a good break while I was away. I turned the faucet on, but kept it cold. Warm was too relaxing, and would make me calm down and think; which is something I most certainly DO NOT want to do right now. So the cold beads of water rained down on me as I massaged my scalp with my hard working shampoo.
Then, I indulged myself with my coconut scented body-wash.
Luckily, I do not have to shave since, my last photo shoot was only days ago, and for every one Jess made me wax all of the hair on my body. So I was silky smooth! Hopping out of the shower after rinsing out my hair left me even colder then when I was in the stall. I wrapped my fluffy red towel around my shivering body and sat on the floor of my small bathroom. Taking out a mix of lotions, hair detanglers, nail polish, and face masks, I set them on the floor next to me.
I ran some hair butter through my long locks and braided it to the side. Then, I opened my bottle of Grin And Bear It lotion and gave my body a good rub down. I pulled out the white nail polish and began on my toes.
"This little piggy went to the market." I wiggled my big toe before painting it.
"This little piggy stayed home."
"This little piggy had roast beef."
"This little piggy had none." I said frowning as I wiggled my forth toe.
"This little piggy cried 'Wee Wee Wee' all the way home." I spoke finally, and used my two fingers to 'run all the way home' back to the big toe.
After repeating with my other foot, I painted both of my hands.
I smiled down at my now painted nails and I remembered what I promised Jer. I grabbed some black nail polish, some Nail polish remover, and a sticker. The nail polish related stuff I got from my vanity, but the sticker I got from a book that was stored away underneath my bed.
Packing it all into one bag, I skipped to my bed. Plopping down, I gazed around the room once more.
Its so nice to be home.
I really dont want to have another shooting for a while; it seems Im needed at home with my friends.
I opened my eyes. Ah! Home sweet home! It felt amazing to wake up in my own bed, after so long of laying in hotel beds! I pranced down stairs and looked around for my daddy. After searching the entire home, I remembered that today was a school day, therefore, Daddy would be teaching.
A pout rose to my face. I guess Ill have to make my own pancakes. Hmph.
I pulled out some backing mix and began my pancakes. I could already smell the absolute deliciousness.
Just as it was about time to start flpping them, the door bell decided to ring. Sould I answer it? Naw.
Pancakes are more important.
The person knocked again. And again. And again. Oh. My. Gawwwd. TAKE A HINT RETARDO! I stomped to the door and flung it open with angry force.
"What?" I snapped.
"Woah!" Damon Salvatore put his hands up in defense. "Some one woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
I merely huffed in response and leaned against the door jam with my hands on my hips.
"No offense, but I dont really know you, and if my dad found out that I let some man from the bar come in the house with out his presence or permission, ill be in some serious dooty."
"Dooty?" Did he not just get what I just said? I rolled my eyes and said,
"Dooty. Poop? Bad stuff? In trouble?"
"I know what it means. Do I smell something burning?" He looked around.
Burning? Why would anything be- MY PANCAKES.
"NOOOOO!" I screamed as I rushed into the kitchen, trying to save atleast one pancake.
OMG. The entire pan is one fire! HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?
"Help me put it out!" But he was just standing there, unreacting. That reminds me of something... What was it? I feel like something bad was happening, and he was standing there, same unhelpful stance... But I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
No time for that now! I pulled a hand towel from the counter top and put out the flames.
"Gosh! You didn't even help!" I scolded, turning to him. But when I turned, he was closer much- UGH. I feel like this has happened before! Holy. Poop! WHY CANT I JUST REMEMBER?!
"Remeber what?" Damon asked curiously. Whoops! I just said that out loud.
"Nothing..." He gave me a look. "I dont know. I feel like I'm having De ja vu." I confided with a shake of my head. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.
Man. Now I'm really in the mood for pancakes! I just wish that I had some... Right infront of me... I could feel the light dough, Taste the sweet syrup, and smell their warmth... If only. I opened my eyes to find Damon staring at something. Wait, why was he here again? Did I ever get an answer? Did I ever ask?
But I followed his stare to see a pile of pancakes.
Wait! How did those get there?
"But I can only do that..." In dreams. I can only 'manifest' pancakes while Im dreaming, and went to bed hungry.
"Is this a dream?" I ask more to myself then anyone else.
"How did you...?" He asked confusedly, referring to the pancakes. His sharp blue eyes staring, sparkling with curiousity.
"Is this a dream?" I ask firmer. Damon's smirk came to the surface.
"I don't know. Is it? Are you dreaming about me?" He interrogated, with that same silly smirk.
"Why would I be dreaming about you? I hardly know you." I said matter-of-factly.
"Because you want to know me. You want me." He stated in the same tone that I used.
"If that' the case, and this is a dream, then why not get to know each other? No harm there, right?" I questioned with my own smirk.
"No harm. But pretty much useless."
"'There is much pleasure to be gained by useless knowledge.'" I quoted, pulling two chairs aside so that we could talk.
Damon sighed and shook his head, but sat down nevertheless.
"Okay... what's your favorite color?" He tried once we were both seated. I simply snorted.
"That's a lame question. How about... do you have any siblings?"
"Not that much better, but it'll do. I have one brother. Stefan. You?"
"None. Though I consider Jeremy apart of my family. What is your relationship with Stefan?" I shot back. He thought for a moment and then decided on,
"Strained."
"Why?"
"Love triangle." He said, staring right into my eyes.
"That sucks." I told him. We stayed silent for a while, and then I chose to answer his first question.
"My favorite color is red."
"Red?"
"Red." I clarified. More silence.
"Well... this was a productive dream! I learned all about a random stranger who I will probably never see again!" I said sarcastically.
"Oh, don't be too sure on that. I have a feeling that we will be seeing a lot of each other, Penelope Tanner." He remarked, and again, it was accompanied with his smirk.
And then, my eyes fluttered open- but for real this time.
Why do I keep dreaming about some random guy I met at a bar?
I was right; I do have issues.
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