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A/N: No reviews? I must say I am disappointed. I meant to have this up Tuesday, I had already had it written just never got online to actually post it. I am working on the next chapter and plan to have it posted on Sunday. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I will be making a schedule for you all for this story and will actually try to keep to it. I did the shopping scene this time more for a filler chapter and because well this way we get a little more normalcy before all the weird stuff that happens, which will be coming up. Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 9
The end of the day had finally come and I just couldn't wait to get out of here. Seeing as me and Angie did not share our last class together we agreed to meet at my car, so I quickly gathered my things into my bag to moment the bell rang. I could take my time and still be there first but I was a tad excited, now I'm not a big shopper to be honest, but I have my days besides its girl time and that is something that I enjoy.
I didn't take long for me to reach the car and I went ahead and opened the trunk to put my things there, I'd add Angie's things when she got here. While I waited I leaned against the side. Rosalie was walking with Emmett to the jeep that they had brought that day, upon catching her gaze I gave a polite smile and wave with two fingers, in return she nodded back and gave an almost flippant wave before shoving her hand into her front pocket. Emmett opened her door for her before jumping in and tearing out of the parking lot. 'Is it even safe to drive that fast?' I thought, though honestly I know that sometimes I drive faster than I should. I shook my head and looked back towards the school and saw Angie running over. Jessica was behind her scowling with her usual group. Shockingly it seems as if Angie hasn't been hanging out with her lately. I don't think that Jessica likes that too much. But she'll learn that this is what happens when you thing too much of yourself, which in my opinion Jessica obviously does. And I didn't mean to be cruel or to point fingers but she just gives off that type of vibe, you know? I smiles at Angie and took her bag from her and stuck in the back as she started telling me about her last class.
"We get to work with Magnesium next, week!" I laughed and climbed into the car, while she did the same on the other side. "You sound excited about that." I shook my head and back out slowly. "Oh, I am, I'm glad that I decided to take Chemistry this year." "Chemistry can be fun, I'm honestly shocked you waited this long to take it." I took Chemistry the year before at my previous school and I know I enjoyed it. She just shook her head, "Last year I took Physics instead, seemed more interesting at the time, honestly. Have you already taken it?" she asked and I nodded "Yeah, I took it last year, I decided I didn't want to do Physics my teacher won be over the year before hand when I was trying to pick my classes. I really enjoyed it." She smiled "Sounds like you miss it." I tilted my head as we pulled onto the highway. "Not really, honestly the only thing I miss is my old friends, but we keep in touch when we can, besides, I get to make new friends this way." I grinned and she grinned back, "Yeah. You must have had a lot of friends back home." I glanced at her and shook my head, "Honestly, I didn't. I knew a lot of people but I wouldn't call them friends, just like I wouldn't claim Jessica as a friends. They were just people I knew in passing. No I had a small group of friends." Angie looked at me "What were they like?" she asked. I shrugged, "Like most friends I guess. Doran is my closet guy friend, he enjoy video games and the usual guy stuff, but he's the easiest out of the group to talk to. Things were never awkward between us no matter what was said, even if it would have made any other guy uncomfortable he'd just shrug it off and listen." I smiled thinking back on him. "Honestly, he's probably the one I miss the most."
Angie smiled just listening to me rattle on about Doran and what he was like. I even told her some of the things we did, growing up and how one time when I was upset he dressed up as a girl to play tea party with me, what can I say I was like 5, I still have the pictures of it that my mom took. It didn't take long for us to get to Port Angeles and I found a spot to park. As we climbed out I asked "Where to first?"
Angie looked at where we were at and pointed at a nearby shop, "Let start there and see what we find." I nodded and locked the car following her to the shop. It was a cute little boutique type store, the walls painted in that pale creamy yellow, that they seem to be known for. I was a soft welcoming color that made you want to spend time in a place such as that. The floors were hard wood oak and was polished to a shine. I looked through the racks of clothes and found a cream sweater that looked like it would be warm in the coming months, I ran the fabric through my hands enjoying the feel and draped it over my arm. And walked over to Angie to see what she was looking at. We ended up spending about an hour in that particular shop before going to another, we hit many clothing stores before hitting the bookstore, apparently Angie is as big a book worm as I am. I mean I knew she liked to read but hey this is always a good thing. We went into it and it was all done in dark stained wood with red velvet cushions, looked like a very old store. I walked down the isles and ran my fingers over the old spines, some of these titles are very old and the books show their age, the smell of old leather bindings, binging glue and old paper perfumed the air. I closed my eyes and just breathed in the smell and smiled before pulling one off the shelve. It was Clarissa by Samuel Richardson, I ran my hand along the spine, and carried it to the clerk. I gave him a twenty dollar bill and waited for him to wrap it in brown paper and tie it in a string, he really likes to do it the old way, but I find that charming, as I waited Angie walked over with a copy of Moby Dick and what looked like a copy of The Dairy of Nobody by George Grossmith. I raised an eyebrow at her and she grins "Hey you cant read the same stuff all the time." I nod laughing. "Aint that the truth."…. 'If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.' Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
A/N: Well that's chapter 9. How about I make you guys a deal, 5 new reviews and I will upload the next chapter the moment its done? Hmmm? I might just wait and post it next week otherwise. Sound fair? Any review will work, tell me what you like, didn't like, or even what youd like the see next. The choice is yours. Please review!