Hey, it's me, and I am soo sorry it took me an extra day to update, but I was at my papa's and he doesn't have internet. This chapter is in Charlie's POV and I'm sorry about the cliffhangers, but I need to come up with great storylines so that all of you don't get bored. Anyway, ENJOY!
Charlie POV:
The next morning, I woke up and did my usual routine. I got up, took a shower, brushed my hair and teeth (not at the same time), and got dressed. Afterwards, I went downstairs and got breakfast, a granola bar to tide me over until lunch. What disrupted the routine was the fact that I hadn't gotten a text from Stella. She normally texted me good morning at about 6:45, but I didn't think anything of it, sometimes she forgot, and also sometimes she slept in.
Once again, when I got to school, I didn't see her, but she sleeps in sometimes, I kept telling myself that. I started to believe it, until, I got to math and she wasn't there. Stella Yamada never gets sick, so she must have skipped or something, but also, she wouldn't skip just for the sake of skipping. She's a great student, not a bad kid, emphasis on kid. Oh my god, did I just think that? I swore to myself that I would never bring up her age again. The damage had already been done in my brain though, she was three years younger than me and I had an enormous crush on her, it wasn't right.
After I got home that afternoon, I checked my phone, no texts, calls, or emails from Stella, but there was one text from Olivia. It said, 'Charlie! Do you know where Stella was?' Olivia gets really excited over texts. I texted back, 'I don't know, I was wondering that all day' In a matter of seconds, she texted back, 'Maybe she's helping her mom or something, we'll see her when she decides to come back,' I didn't want to text her back. I was feeling sorta depressed, almost as if I needed to see Stella's face during the day or hear her sarcastic remarks, just so I could feel happy.
The next day went almost the exact same way, no text in the morning, no sign of Stella anytime that day, and no call after school. I was starting to get worried. She was never able to go a day without texting me, except after our little incident, if we had talked at any time during the two weeks, it would have been very awkward. I went on with doing my homework, eating dinner, and going to bed like normal, although, all through that process, I was hoping I would see her sarcastic smirk the next day.
I had a pretty restless sleep that night; I kept having nightmares about Stella, the worst-case scenarios of what could have happened to her. Shark-attack (in the middle of New Mexico), plane crash, car crash, Kidney failure (with no previous symptoms or dialysis), or maybe, um, cannibalistic serial killer? I don't know, all I know is that every time that I woke up, I was sweating, and once I was crying, because the nightmare scared me. I never want to see Stella's dead body, ever.
In the morning, I grudged through my morning routine, images from my nightmares flashed behind my eyelids every time I blinked. My mom said hi to me and I jumped, causing me to spill my orange juice all over my fresh white shirt (which was a mistake in the first place). When I got to school, every five minutes I was jumping, I was very distracted all through that day, until, I got to math.
I walked to where she was standing, "Hey, Stella," I greeted, as if she hadn't been gone the past couple days. Inside, I was relieved though, to know that nothing too terrible had happened.
"Hey, Charlie, long time no see," she said nonchalantly as she hopped up on top of my desk.
"You're tellin' me. By the way, why were you gone anyway?" I decided to ask the question that was burning inside of me.
She looked down at her lap and answered, "I, um, was helping my mom with a few things at the office and she cleared it with the school so that she could pick up my work at the beginning of the day and turn them into the secretary at the end," I could tell she made up that story right on the spot. I know her way too well not to know when she is lying to me.
"That was nice, Stella. Now, can you please take your seat," Mr. O'Ryan said. She nodded and got off my desk, he added, "Oh, in a chair please," The class chuckled as they watched Stella walked across the aisle to her seat. Her assigned seat for this school year has been right across the aisle from me and directly in front of Jules. Jules has hated the band since it started, but the individual member of Lemonade Mouth that she hated most was the one and only, Stella Yamada.
I decided that I should walk Stella to her next class in order to spend more time with her. Hello, two days is a long time without your buddy. I asked her if she wanted to hang out after school and she agreed. I was ecstatic; I am a terrible clock-watcher during school, but during the last class of the day, my eyes were almost literally glued to the minute hand. After class she was waiting at my car before I exited the building. He decided that we should go to my house since my parents were at work.
When we arrived, we got out of the car and walked up the front steps and into the house. I grabbed a snack for the two of us while she headed up to my room. It took my three minutes to find something without meat in it, I settled with cheese sticks.
When I came went into my room, I saw her sitting on my bed. I decided that I should confront her about the real reason why she had been gone. "Stella, now that we're alone, tell me the real reason why you haven't been at school," She stared at me, shocked, as if she thought she had been hiding it well, "Stell, I'm your best friend, I know when you are lying,"
"Fine, I was in the hospital," Suddenly, my nightmares were coming true.
My hands covered my face then slid down to look at her, "Now my question is, why? Why were you in the hospital in the first place?"
"Dehydration and malnourishment. Apparently, after I became a vegetarian a few months ago, I stopped eating valuable nutrients and I have never been much of a water drinker, so after you dropped me off on Monday, I walked in the door and passed out, I guess," she explained, and I was heartbroken, even though that wasn't the any of the horrors I was imagining. Thank God a cannibalistic serial killer didn't get her.
"So, that was why you had a water bottle all day and drinking out of it like there was no tomorrow?" I joked.
"It's that obvious? I was trying to act normal, shit!" She cursed; she was adorable when she did though.
"You were going great at acting normal, but you weren't being yourself. I know better than anyone when something is going on with you,"
"Yet, you still don't know who I like," I heard her whisper to herself.
"Huh?" I asked, wanting to get the answer.
"Nothing, just bringing up a sore topic, now I'm going to drop it like a hot Idaho spud," I laughed and gave her one of the cheese sticks I was holding in my hand. She smile and gnawed quietly on the stick of mozzarella cheese. I smirked and turned on the radio to fill the open air. Determinate was on, again.
Trying hard to fight these tears
I'm crazy worried
Messing with my head this fear
I'm so sorry
You know you gotta get it out
I can't take it
That's what being friends about
The one thing that amazes me about this song is that no matter how many times I hear it and play it, it never gets old. I love it because it is a great upbeat song, anybody could dance and sing to it.
I, I want to cry Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
I can't deny
Tonight I wanna up and hide
And get inside
It isn't right
I gotta live in my life
I know I, I know I
I know I gotta do it
I know I, I know I
I know I gotta do it
Determinate, determinate
Push until you can't and then demand more
Determinate, determinate
You and me together, we can make it better
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Determinate, determinate
By that part of the song, Stella and I started singing along to Olivia's voice.
Hate to feel this way Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
And waste a day
I gotta get myself on stage
I shouldn't wait or be afraid
The chips will fall where they may
I know I, I know I
I know I gotta do it
I know I, I know I
I know I gotta do it
Determinate, determinate
Push until you can't and then demand more
Determinate, determinate
You and me together, we can make it better
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Determinate, determinate
According to the girls, I was the only other person in the band that could rap decently, besides Wen of course.
It's Wen and I'm heaven-sent
Use it like a veteran
Renegade, lemonade, use it in my medicine
Go ahead and try to name a band we ain't better than
Reason why the whole world's picking us instead of them
People need a breather cause they're feeling that adrenaline
Stop! Now hurry up and let us in. Knock!
Cause we're coming to your house (and)
people keep on smiling like the lemons in their mouths
I'm the real deal, you know how I feel
When they in it for the bill I'm just in it for the thrill
Get down now I ain't playin' around put your feet up from the ground
And just make that sound like
During the end chorus, Stella was shout-singing pretty well and I was dancing terribly, almost exactly like the first time this song came on the radio, but I got to embarrass myself at Stella's house that time.
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor Come on and, come on and
Determinate, determinate
Push until you can't and then demand more
Determinate, determinate
You and me together, we can make it better
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Determinate, determinate
Come on and get it going
Come on and, come on and
Come on and get it going
On the dance floor
On the dance floor
Dance floor
Determinate
After the song was over, Stella jumped onto my bed, face first, and started laughing.
"What?" I asked her, while laughing along.
"Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror when you danced?" She said between giggles.
"No, I thought I was a good dancer," Apparently, she thought my remark was funny, because she laughed herself right over the edge of my king-sized bed on to the floor.
"Stells? Are you okay?" I was laughing, until I didn't hear a response, "Stella?" Still no answer, I called 911 and told them that my friend had fallen off the bed and passed out. Then I called her parents to let them know the same thing and tell them that we would be at the hospital. I stayed with her until they took her into the room, I was forced to stay in the waiting room.
Hey, Sorry it took so long, my cheer practices are grueling, but make sure to leave your reviews. Luv ya all, Babygirl669.
