AN: Thanks for any comments and once again for hanging in there with me!
Veronica seemed worried about aimee. Not forty-eight hours since her sister's death she seemed perfectly fine. She seemed more calm then normal. Her mother was coming to handle things with the morgue and to make sure aimee hadn't gone off the deep end. Veronica watched as aimee sat at the computer eating cereal. They were suppose to be getting ready for school. This of course keith was against. Aimee got up and dumped her bowl, then went to straighten her hair.
"Aimee you sure you don't want to stay home today?", veronica asked.
"How many time do I have to say...I'm okay dude.", she said pressing the flat iron on her hair.
"You positive...that's not something easy to deal with.", veronica said.
"Mmmhmm...I'm fine.", she said fixing her top.
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What in the hell? Why is this the one thing for her to freak out she seemed to shut down. Aimee seemed different though...neptune is hot most of the year...and she was wearing long sleeves. That's stupid we're together all the time...she wouldn't. Weevil would kill her
As soon as they drove up to neptune aimee got out and went to her locker. She fixed her eye shadow, and tussled with her hair. As she looked into the small mirror in her locker. Suddenly the locker slammed shut.
"Dammit!", she yelled.
She turned around and felix was standing there.
"What are you doing here...you should be at home.", he said.
"Why does everyone think I'm upset?", she said moving his hand and going back to her hair.
"Two days ago you saw your sister dead...and your not even sad!", he yelled in whispers.
"How the hell do you know how I feel!", she said slamming the locker door and walking off.
She walked to her class and sulked in her desk. She put her head down and forced the tears to stay hidden. Deena was just as bad, she did steal money to go on some weird drug binge. She didn't feel anything really. She felt kind of numb, like on a high...or already dead. She sat back and looked up, she didn't care. As class started she opened her notebook and waited for the teacher to start writing. After class she walked to her locker and then to her appointment with the school psychiatrist. She walked to the office and waited.
"Aimee...you can come in now.", the older woman said.
Aimee walked in and sat down. Her name was ms. sweeny was a sweet looking women. She was in her late thirties and wore her black hair in a bun. She was pale and a kind smile. She walked over and sat down across from aimee.
"So tell me how your day is going so far?", she asked.
"Ok I guess.", she said.
"Do you feel sad at all?", she said.
"I-I do but why should I be crazy about it...", she said pushing her hair back.
"Why are you hiding your emotions?", she asked.
"I'm not...", she mumbled.
Ms. sweeny nodded and started writing.
"Tell me about you family life...", she said.
"I really don't want to.", aimee said crossing her legs.
"You don't have to get defensive aimee I just want to help."
"Whatever...can I go now?" she said grabbing her bag and leaving the office.
Aimee walked directly to the doors leading outside. She walked off of school grounds and down the street. She leaned against a wall and pulled some cigarettes out of her bag. She quickly looked for a lighter. She dug threw her bag but couldn't seem to find one.
"Dammit!", she said as she continued to dig.
She felt all control slowly slip away. She felt two tears roll down her cheek, she was going to cry but she had to hold it in. She couldn't not now. She looked to see if any cars were coming. No car in sight she ran across the street and continued walking. She had nowhere to go but she had to walk anywhere. Just the fresh air felt good, maybe she could walk to the beach or home. She walked to the beach, she wanted to hear the soothing sound of the water crashing against the sand. There were couples walking around when she got there. They held hands or were kissing. Kinda how she was with weevil, she missed him. But being so indecisive made it hard for her to tell him that. Maybe she would go home and just sleep. Aimee just sat on her bag and watched.
"Yo.", she heard someone say.
She smiled as he sat down next her.
"Hey weevil.", she said.
"So what's up?", he asked.
"Tired.", she said.
"You should have stayed home...you just lost your sister.", he said.
"Why does everyone think I should be bawling?", she asked.
"Because it's sad.", he said.
Aimee heard him but still couldn't cry as long as people expected her to. Weevil put his arm around her and waited for her to lay her head on his shoulder like she alway did. Instead she sat there and allowed the little affection. He smirked and didn't force it.
"I-I think I might want to get back together...", she stuttered.
"Oh please...we were never broken up...", he said.
Aimee started to laugh, it felt good to laugh.
"Well if we were not broken up...what would happen if I started seeing someone else?", she said.
"They would end up missing.", he said while pulling her closer.
Aimee laughed, but she knew he was partially telling the truth. He might come off as joking but he will hurt anyone that he thought was stepping over any boundaries. She gently laid her head on his shoulder. He looked at her and kissed the top of her head. She looked at watch and sighed, she didn't want this moment to end.
"Come on I'll take you home.", he said getting up.
He reached up to help her up, she slowly stood up and saw two young girls running across the beach. Aimee smiled as she saw them playing. Weevil looked and finally got it. Aimee would cry when she was ready. No amount of counseling or persuading would change that. The little girls threw a ball over her way, aimee picked it up and tossed it back. She laughed and waved to the girls. Weevil smirked as he watched them. She turned around saw him smirking, she looked at him and shrugged at him.
"What?", she asked.
"Um...nothing, so when are we going out again...and when am I getting laid?", he joked.
"When you...take me somewhere fancy.", she said smirking.
"What are you talking about I always take you to nice places!", he said grabbing her bag.
"Burger king doesn't babe.", she joked.
"Keep playing it could be worse then burger king!", he said picking her up.
Aimee screamed then laughed.
