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(ok, so I know this should of been done at the start of the story, but I forgot. It's a bit late now, but better late than never.)
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Chapter Nine - The Return of the Jedi
Dear Diary, Today I finally get to go back to the squad. Although it has only been a few days, it feels like forever. And last night with Caitie was, well, amazing. We talked, and walked, and found out things about each other we never knew. It was amazing. I want to spend every night like that, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I know this sounds crazy diary, but I really do love her. I know that I'm too young, but I'm not. Not really.
Jamie looked away from his diary. Caitie was stirring on his bed.
Well, I better go now diary. Caitie 's stirring. 'Now it's not what you think. She spent all night walking and tired her self out, so she rang her mum and asked if she could crash at my place. Her mum agreed, and she slept on my ed. I slept on the couch in my room. Nothing wrong with that. 'Bye for now!
He put his diary down and crossed the room.
"Hey there beautiful. How was your sleep?" Caitie rubbed her eyes and looked at him.
"It was good. I had a dream about you."
"Oh? What was it about, apart from me."
"That we were still together 3 years from now, and you asked me to marry you."
"And what did you say?"
"What did you think I said?" He kissed her on the nose.
"I would of hoped that you said yes."
"You hoped right."
"Good." Jamie smiled and went and opened the curtains. The bright sunlight filtered into his room, making it warm and cosy. He looked at his watch. 8:00am. Just enough time to drop Caitie home before....
"The squad! Oh my God, I have to be at the station by 8:30!!!" He ran around his room, grabbing his things, and then headed for the bathroom. Caitie watched in bemusement.
"What happened to ladies going first?"
"Erm, there's a bathroom downstairs?" Jamie shrugged apologetically and shut the door. Caitie heaved herself off the bed and walked downstairs.
"Good morning Caitie. I hope you and young James behaved yourselves last night?" She turned and was greeted by Jamie's dad. She smiled.
"Of course we did Mr. Waite. He slept on the couch, being the true gentleman that he is."
"And being that same gentleman he sent you to use the downstairs bathroom?"
"Well, he's all excited about going back to the squad today, and he's a bit late. I hope you don't mind me using the bathroom."
"Of course not dear, go ahead." Jamie's mum came round the corner to hear the last part of Caitie's sentence.
"Thank you." Caitie smiled again and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She washed, and ran a brush that she had in her bag through her hair. She spotted a tube of toothpaste hanging out of the mirror fronted cupboard and grabbed it, putting some on her finger and rubbing it over her teeth.
"There. You will do Caitie Roth. You're only going home anyway." She heard footsteps come banging down the stairs. 'Gotta be Jamie' she thought to herself, and carefully opened the door. Jamie was standing by the front door, hopping around like a little kid in a sweetshop.
"Lemme guess, you wanna go already." Jamie nodded, and he reminded Caitie of a puppy wanting to play. "Ok, just hold on while I grab my coat." She grabbed her coat off the stand where she had put it last night, and followed Jamie out to his motorbike.
"A helmet for you my lady." he said graciously, handing her the spare helmet for his bike.
"Thank you James." Caitie mounted the bike on put the helmet on. "Drive on chauffer." And with that they roared off down the street
***
"I just can't get this phrase right Stupid languages teacher!!! Why do we have to sample all the languages of Europe. I mean, it's not like I'm even going to use Russian anyway."
"Here, let me help you." Tyler came swiftly to Val's aid. While they were pouring over her languages homework, Hank was busy doing his paperwork. He was having trouble concentrating, because every so often, Brooke would walk past the door, winking at him or blowing him kisses. Finally he exploded.
"OK Brooke, a joke is a joke, but I think that you're taking this a bit too far. I've had enough now, so just quit while your ahead."
"Did I miss something?" Jamie's head peered over Brooke's.
"Jamie, you're..."
"...A whole thirty seconds late. I know, I'm sorry Hank, but I had to take the trash out. I hope you can forgive me this one time." If Hank hadn't of known Jamie better, he would have taken him seriously, but on this one occasion his joke actually calmed Hank down, instead of annoying him more.
"Sure man, whatever." Hank just laughed it off, thinking that he was being to hard on the guy.
"So you say it ya orchen loobloo?" Val was quizzing Tyler.
"Yup. Now write it." He stood over her shoulder, watching Val unsteadily write the Russian letters.
? ????? ?????
"It means I really love." Val looked into his eyes
"Ya orchen loobloo Tyler Connell." He smiled and kissed her on the nose.
"I really love you too." Just then the alarm went off.
"Oh no! I've only just got the hang of this Russian stuff. I'll forget it all now!" Val complained as they made their way to the ambulance.
"I'll explain it to you when we get back." they all clambered into the ambulance.
"Hit it Hank, lets go!!" With sirens blaring and lights flashing, they quartet made their way out of the garage and to the accident scene.
(ok, so I know this should of been done at the start of the story, but I forgot. It's a bit late now, but better late than never.)
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Chapter Nine - The Return of the Jedi
Dear Diary, Today I finally get to go back to the squad. Although it has only been a few days, it feels like forever. And last night with Caitie was, well, amazing. We talked, and walked, and found out things about each other we never knew. It was amazing. I want to spend every night like that, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I know this sounds crazy diary, but I really do love her. I know that I'm too young, but I'm not. Not really.
Jamie looked away from his diary. Caitie was stirring on his bed.
Well, I better go now diary. Caitie 's stirring. 'Now it's not what you think. She spent all night walking and tired her self out, so she rang her mum and asked if she could crash at my place. Her mum agreed, and she slept on my ed. I slept on the couch in my room. Nothing wrong with that. 'Bye for now!
He put his diary down and crossed the room.
"Hey there beautiful. How was your sleep?" Caitie rubbed her eyes and looked at him.
"It was good. I had a dream about you."
"Oh? What was it about, apart from me."
"That we were still together 3 years from now, and you asked me to marry you."
"And what did you say?"
"What did you think I said?" He kissed her on the nose.
"I would of hoped that you said yes."
"You hoped right."
"Good." Jamie smiled and went and opened the curtains. The bright sunlight filtered into his room, making it warm and cosy. He looked at his watch. 8:00am. Just enough time to drop Caitie home before....
"The squad! Oh my God, I have to be at the station by 8:30!!!" He ran around his room, grabbing his things, and then headed for the bathroom. Caitie watched in bemusement.
"What happened to ladies going first?"
"Erm, there's a bathroom downstairs?" Jamie shrugged apologetically and shut the door. Caitie heaved herself off the bed and walked downstairs.
"Good morning Caitie. I hope you and young James behaved yourselves last night?" She turned and was greeted by Jamie's dad. She smiled.
"Of course we did Mr. Waite. He slept on the couch, being the true gentleman that he is."
"And being that same gentleman he sent you to use the downstairs bathroom?"
"Well, he's all excited about going back to the squad today, and he's a bit late. I hope you don't mind me using the bathroom."
"Of course not dear, go ahead." Jamie's mum came round the corner to hear the last part of Caitie's sentence.
"Thank you." Caitie smiled again and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She washed, and ran a brush that she had in her bag through her hair. She spotted a tube of toothpaste hanging out of the mirror fronted cupboard and grabbed it, putting some on her finger and rubbing it over her teeth.
"There. You will do Caitie Roth. You're only going home anyway." She heard footsteps come banging down the stairs. 'Gotta be Jamie' she thought to herself, and carefully opened the door. Jamie was standing by the front door, hopping around like a little kid in a sweetshop.
"Lemme guess, you wanna go already." Jamie nodded, and he reminded Caitie of a puppy wanting to play. "Ok, just hold on while I grab my coat." She grabbed her coat off the stand where she had put it last night, and followed Jamie out to his motorbike.
"A helmet for you my lady." he said graciously, handing her the spare helmet for his bike.
"Thank you James." Caitie mounted the bike on put the helmet on. "Drive on chauffer." And with that they roared off down the street
***
"I just can't get this phrase right Stupid languages teacher!!! Why do we have to sample all the languages of Europe. I mean, it's not like I'm even going to use Russian anyway."
"Here, let me help you." Tyler came swiftly to Val's aid. While they were pouring over her languages homework, Hank was busy doing his paperwork. He was having trouble concentrating, because every so often, Brooke would walk past the door, winking at him or blowing him kisses. Finally he exploded.
"OK Brooke, a joke is a joke, but I think that you're taking this a bit too far. I've had enough now, so just quit while your ahead."
"Did I miss something?" Jamie's head peered over Brooke's.
"Jamie, you're..."
"...A whole thirty seconds late. I know, I'm sorry Hank, but I had to take the trash out. I hope you can forgive me this one time." If Hank hadn't of known Jamie better, he would have taken him seriously, but on this one occasion his joke actually calmed Hank down, instead of annoying him more.
"Sure man, whatever." Hank just laughed it off, thinking that he was being to hard on the guy.
"So you say it ya orchen loobloo?" Val was quizzing Tyler.
"Yup. Now write it." He stood over her shoulder, watching Val unsteadily write the Russian letters.
? ????? ?????
"It means I really love." Val looked into his eyes
"Ya orchen loobloo Tyler Connell." He smiled and kissed her on the nose.
"I really love you too." Just then the alarm went off.
"Oh no! I've only just got the hang of this Russian stuff. I'll forget it all now!" Val complained as they made their way to the ambulance.
"I'll explain it to you when we get back." they all clambered into the ambulance.
"Hit it Hank, lets go!!" With sirens blaring and lights flashing, they quartet made their way out of the garage and to the accident scene.
