"What? Who's calling me?" Samuel groaned into his cell phone.
He rolled off his bed and hit the floor with a thud.
"Samuel?" a familiar voice asked.
"Yeah." He groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"It's Marissa." She said.
"Hey, Marissa." Samuel jerked into a sitting position.
"I got your number from the secretary. I was wondering if you would pose for some more pictures?" she asked.
"Sure. But you already have a picture of me…" Samuel scratched his head. "Why do you need more?"
"Different angles, different backgrounds, different clothes, different expressions." Marissa listed. "Is that cool?"
"Totally." Samuel said. "Is there anything you need me to bring?"
"Just dress like yourself and bring a change of clothes. I'll pack some food and we'll meet at the park in say half an hour?" she asked.
"It's a date." Samuel said, then hung up.
Samuel showered and dressed in black skinny jeans, a white v-neck and a black vest. He stepped into his books, shoved a change of clothes into his backpack and headed to the park.
Marissa walked to the park a picnic basket in one hand, a blanket draped over her arm, and her purse with pencils and sketchpad in it, on her shoulder.
It was just around ten in the morning. People were jogging on the trails and some kids played on the playground, but other then that it was empty.
"Hey." Samuel said, from behind her.
Marissa jumped and turned around. "You scared me."
Samuel shrugged and took the basket from here.
"I know a perfect place. Follow me." Marissa said.
Five minutes later they were spreading the blanket in a clearing by a stream.
"You wanna eat now or wanna get to work?" Marissa asked, sitting on the blanket.
"I don't care." Samuel shrugged.
"I'll draw one. Then we can eat, and I'll draw again." Marissa said.
Samuel nodded. "Where you want me?"
"Be yourself. Where would Marissa find Samuel?" she asked, flipping to a clean page.
When she looked up Samuel was sitting on a low branch in a tree across the clearing.
"So, Marissa. Can you tell me a little more about yourself?" Samuel asked as Marissa started sketching.
"I'm sixteen. I was a pageant girl when I was little. I have over two dozen crowns from pageants I was in." Marissa said. "I am a sophomore. I like McKinley High, but I prefer Dwight Academy. What about yourself?"
"I am fifteen, a freshman. I got a big brother." Samuel said, trying to think of what he could tell her. "I play guitar. Sing some."
"Do you want to go talk to him?" Ellis asked, pulling on her jeans. Her hair was still dripping down her back, still wet from the hot tub.
"He's a year ahead of us in school." Cameron said, pulling a shirt over his head. "And I we don't even know if he is…or he would…or…never mind…I'll just let it go."
"Cam, I'm not gonna let it go. You're my best friend and I can tell it's hurting you." She said.
Cameron shrugged, not caring about if she let it go or not. Cameron had known Ellis since they were in kindergarten. She was always trying to help, and never liked seeing people she cared about hurt.
The pair walked downstairs and sat on the hood of Brittany's car.
"Wanna go somewhere?" Ellis asked.
"No." Cameron muttered.
"Good, let's go." She said, jumping off the car and grabbing his hand.
"Have I mentioned I hate you lately?" Cameron asked.
"I love you too, Cam." Ellis replied with a smile, knowing her friend wasn't serious.
Ellis released her death grip on Cameron's hand. Cameron followed in suit three paced behind Ellis.
The only bad thing about Ellis was she was a determined little girl. When she set her mind to something, she was going to do it no matter who got in her way.
They round the corner and were on a cul-de-sac.
"Where are we going?" Cameron demanded as Ellis marched up a driveway.
Cameron followed Ellis up the walk.
"Who lives here?" he asked as she walked in the front door. "Elle, I don't like this."
"Come on. He's probably still asleep." she said, from halfway through the house.
Cameron walked in the house and stood in the front hall. He heard movement upstairs and talking. He was afraid of who Ellis was assaulting.
Ellis came back down stairs pulling a boy in tow.
"What do you people want with me?" he groaned, running his fingers over his brown hair.
"Cameron, this is my cousin Kurt. Kurt this is my friend Cameron." Ellis smiled, bouncing slightly.
The boys nodded at each other. Cameron was shocked. Ellis never talked about her family, let alone introduced any of them.
"Why are we here?" Cameron asked again.
"Kurt's gay. Talk to him. Tell him your problem. Maybe he can find out of he's swings that way."
The three ventured into the kitchen where Cameron retold his story to Kurt, just as embarrassed and confused as when he told Ellis.
"Who's the boy?" Kurt asked, pouring a second cup of coffee.
Cameron looked down at his hands.
"Come on, out with it." He said adding three spoonfuls of sugar to the black liquid. "I'll never be able to talk to him for you if I don't know who it is."
Cameron took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to say the name he never had to say with Ellis.
"Cousin, wake up. You said you were going to take me to the mall today." Emily said, shaking Santana.
"I will, Em. Chillax." Santana said, sitting up. "Let me get dressed. We'll call Brit and we'll go to the mall."
Emily smiled and walked down the hall to her room.
She looked around the familiar room. She had always had a room at her Aunt Angie's house. The room hadn't changed much since she last visited when she was ten. The only difference was she wasn't staying for the summer; she was staying for a year possible longer. Aunt Angie had given her two hundred dollars to spend on new things for her room to personalize it more.
Emily sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed, making a note to buy a new comforter. The Powerpuff Girls were so not her things anymore. She picked up a framed photo from her nightstand. The photo was close to five years old. She forgot it last time she stayed with her aunt.
It was a picture of her and her parents. They were staking at Rockefeller Center at Christmas when Emily was nine. She was in between her parents, holding their hands so she wouldn't fall. The picture was taken from the side of the rink by her grandma.
Emily put the picture face down on the wooden nightstand, now realizing that her childhood was filled with lies.
Her parents lied to her almost every day. They lied to each other. Her mom would leave late at night when she thought everyone was asleep, but Emily would hear her. The floor outside her bedroom creaked loudly and Emily was a very light sleeper, not a good habit when you live in New York City. Around age seven her mom put her on sleeping pills, telling her it was so she would sleep through the noise of the city better. While that was true, Emily now knew it was so her mother could sneak out more.
Emily never knew what her mom did when she snuck out. She had ideas that she hoped weren't true.
She wished she could go back to the time that picture was taken. Things at home were always so much easier around Christmas time. Daddy's mom would fly in and stay with them for a few weeks. She would sleep on Emily's bed while Emily slept on a cot next to Grandma. The house always smelt like something was cooking and Mommy and Daddy didn't fight as much.
She wished she could go back before she knew the truth about her parents and their lives, before she grew up and reality hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Emily! Brittany is here! Let's go!" Santana shouted up the stairs.
"Coming!" Emily shouted back.
She wiped the tears from her face, checked her make up in her mirror, shoved her feet into her boots and headed down stairs to face her the day.
Author's note
LEASE READ! DON'T LEAVE YET! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ!
I would just like to mention a few things.
One, please review more. I know the stories aren't that good, but you're reviews do mean a lot to me. They Keep me writing.
Two, I am currently reading a story called Glee Project: Live Out Loud! by an amazing author inkbender. She had the story posted first. I want to tell her, you and everyone I took an idea from her. Damian playing soccer at Dalton. I liked the idea and used it. She is aware of this, so don't go reporting me for stealing. Y'all should check out her story, it's way better then mind.
Three, is there a three? Hmm...I would like y'all to check out my other stories too please. They are good too.
Four, I guess this could be part of three, but I'm not a big fan of that number so...I work really hard on my stories, and I really awant people to check them out. I know the subjects I choose to write about (ie. Glee and Damian McGinty) aren't the biggest things out there, but it's what I like and what I hope some of you like. If you like Damian go check out Desperado and The Runaways. I like those stories, and I'm working hard on them. But I'm not getting reviews so I'm not updating as often.
Five, I will be writing a few Harry Potter stories if any of you like Harry Potter. They'll be against the grain (ie Hermione and Ginny, Draco and Harry, Fred and George, not sex stories, love stories, with a plot) and I'll also be writing the next generation (ie their kids) I have a lot of ideas for those and the previous generation (ie the Maurdures). So if you like Harry Potter check them out when they are posted. I'll make a note in my Author babblings when they are posted.
Six, if you have ideas that you want me to use don't be scared to tell me. Like if you want me to use other people more, if you want to see more Matheus or less Cameron or more of the orignal cast, just let me know. Same thing goes for my other stories, if you like my writing, and want me to write a story for Harry Potter, Hunger Games, the Clique novels, anything, let me know, and I'll try.
Okay, I think I'll wrap this up. I've basically just been babbling the things I think are important that come into my head. It's five in the morning and I have a lot of thoughts right now. One of them being OMG, I'm starving. I need to catch some Z's.
Night, or morning...Whatever.
-Shelby