This is not stalker like. This is not stalker like. This is not stalker like, I thought as I followed the rusty red pick-up. Oh, who am I kidding, this is completely stalker like. So, why didn't I want to turn around and go home like any sane person would do? Oh, that's right. I am freaking pathetic.
It had all started out innocently. Or at least as innocently as any routine stalking starts.
After that first therapy session, the one where I saw her, I had showed subtle signs of improvement. I stayed a few minutes longer at dinner and didn't go into a rage if the radio or TV were turned on in my presence. Not much, but something.
This was mostly due to her, not my therapist's excellent skills. (That is, if you counted skills as being able to phrase the same pointless question 10 different ways. Yes, I am fucking upset about losing my hearing!) Even as I told myself she could never love a depressed deaf person like me, I thought about her. Wondered what kind of music she liked, where she went to school, even how old she was. Hell, I didn't even know her name.
So, I was actually sort of excited to go to therapy, if only to see her. That is until I got to the car. Alice was sitting in the driver's seat, looking royally pissed off. Not wanting to bother getting out the note pad I just gave her a pointed stare.
"It's not my choice either. Mom and Dad are forcing me to take you. Apparently you aren't supposed to drive if you're deaf," she said out loud, forcing me to read her lips.
I rolled my eyes and grudgingly went around to the passenger's side. She backed out of the driveway and sped off down the road at a speed to rival mine, all the while ostentatiously fiddling with the radio. Soon I saw her lips moving, obviously singing along to a song. I gritted my teeth and stared out my window.
After what seemed like hours, though in reality it was more like twenty minutes, we pulled up to the therapists office. Alice was up and out of the car, slamming the door with unnecessary force, before I had unbuckled my seat belt. I followed her reluctantly as she stalked through the door into the bland lobby.
It wasn't until after I had checked in at the desk, and sat down in a few seats away from Alice, that I saw her. She appeared to be chatting with a tall, blonde haired man. I immediately felt irrational jealousy spike up. I didn't even know this girl for Christ's sake! I shouldn't be jealous just because she was talking to another guy.
But still, she looked so gorgeous. Her thick chestnut hair was pulled back from her face with a small clip and the rest hung free down her back. Her skin was roses and cream. Even her simple light blue t-shirt made her look slender while showing off her curves.
I was distracted from my not-so-subtle watching of her by a sharp poke to my shoulder. I turned to see Alice thrusting a note in my face. Watch it. You're drooling. She had written.
I turned and stuck my tongue out at her. Is it really that obvious? I wrote back after a minute.
Yes.
Damn it!
Just go back to your stalking, LoverBoy.
She smirked at me and I half growled under my breath. So much for my hopes that she was forgiving me.
I went back to staring at the girl (I really need to find out her name. I can't just keep calling her "the girl") in peace until Alice poked me to tell me that the physiatrist was ready to see me.
An hour later I walked out of his office in a considerably worse mood than I had been before. Therapy and I just don't mix.
I was preoccupied, grumbling and cursing out the doctor as I walked down the hall towards the lobby and didn't notice the girl turning the corner towards me. I ran into her face first and the huge stack of papers she was carrying flew to the ground.
Her cheeks a flaming red that I found quite appealing, she bent down to gather up the papers. After staring at her like an idiot for a few seconds I quickly leaned over to help. I handed the papers to her and she blushed again, stuttered something that looked like a thanks and an apology and hurried off in the opposite direction from which she had been heading before.
I slowly walked the rest of the way to the lobby feeling all to light headed for my liking, the goofy love struck feeling I was currently experiencing must have been obvious on my face because Alice raised her eyebrows at me and mouthed, "What, did you talk to the girl?"
I couldn't do anything but nod. Before she could catch herself I caught a glimpse of a smile on her face, but it quickly changed to a smirk.
We walked back into the parking lot and I didn't bother trying to drive. As we pulled out I saw out of the corner of my eye the girl behind the wheel of an ancient looking red Chevy pick-up. Alice followed my gaze and that omnipresent smirk appeared on her lips again. Before I could protest she turned the car in the direction that the girl was headed. The opposite direction from our house.
I wasn't sure what to do. I knew there was no stopping Alice. If she wanted to torture me and follow the truck then that's what would happen. But still I couldn't just let her do it. I gave her my best glare and she rolled her eyes at me. "You know you want to see where she'll go," she mouthed.
I sighed because I knew she was right. I did.
The drive seemed unbearably slow. All of us Cullens were speed demons, but this girl drove consistently at speed limit, obeying all traffic laws. Finally she pulled into the driveway of a house known to be on the "rough side" of town.
The house seemed to be in fairly good condition compared to the others on her street. The yard was clean and there was a small flower garden. The actual house was small, but seemed cheery, with its bright yellow exterior and bright red curtains. If it wasn't for its location it would be a decent home.
The girl hopped down from her truck, somehow managing to get her bag caught and falling halfway. I suppressed a laugh. She was a serious klutz. She made it into the house with no other problems, grabbed a key from under the eve, and disappeared inside.
Alice, who had kept the car idling a few houses down, now sped off down the street like a maniac. "You really like her, don't you?" she mouthed.
"I do."
She simply nodded, her expression unfathomable, and sped off towards home.
Invisi-friend: Wow. For how long that stupid chapter took me to write you would've thought I was writing the next Great American Novel. I am so sorry. School and homework has been kicking my butt. A word of advice: If you hate math DO NOT take Advanced Math. Way too much homework.
So, how epic was New Moon?!?!?! I won't spill too many details, because some of you probably haven't seen it yet, but it is WAY better then Twilight. And it has Taylor Lautner shirtless in the rain. Need I say more?
Ultimate Power: Umm…Excuse me! I said that like 60 times and you just rolled your eyes at me and told me I was seriously obsessed, s you don't get to use that!!!!! But it was Epic. We actually had a discussion about it in English today. My English teacher didn't like it. My boyfriend, and two of his friends (which are also my friends too!) went to see it, and they didn't like it, so I hit them and told them they don't get an opinion because they haven't read he books. For all you Taylor Lautner lovers out there, he's on the cover, and has a spread in Rolling stones magazine. It's not his best pictures, but the questions and interview part is pretty interesting. I got the sexy stars of New Moon magazine!!!!! I got it a while ago, along with the movie companion. Yes. I am a total twilight freak!
We all have to blame Invisi-short person for the long wait! We all must blame her so she feels bad. Loll. We were watching Twilight the other day, and we watched the part where Edward was like I feel very protective of you" and she told me something……interesting about her boyfriend, a reason why he doesn't like one of our friends, and so I have to go up to her and hike my leg up and be like "I feel very protective of you" and see what happens. It will be fun! We also have to make fun of Invisi-short person because I am talking to her mom on facebook, and it freaks her out! It's fun! She thinks it's weird, and we talk about her! Ha ha. Anyhoo. My A/N is long enough! REVIEW MY DARLING PEOPLE OUT THERE IN FAN FICTION LAND!!!!!!!!!!! I will love you like a Barbie (I watched Barbie and the three musketeers the other day….it was decent)