Chapter 11
Ah, it's good to be back, with all the homework I've been having I'm up till 9-10 on a regular basis, but no school today because of elections. Good luck Cody in your first running ever for state rep! Also, good luck Patti on being county prosecutor again! Halloween was fun, I decided to just be Matt Smith for all Halloween related things this year and it was great. So here's this chapter.
The car ride home was filled with an awkward silence. Hannah's dad spoke up when they pulled into the garage, "So I saw that you, Cameron, and Thalia were getting along."
Hannah turned to face her dad, dropping her hand from the door. "Uh, yeah, it was just like when Thalia and I were little," she half-whispered.
"You know, that boy Cameron isn't that bad, I was talking to his parents tonight," Her dad offered.
"Dad, I don't like Cameron," she stated flatly.
"Oh, sure you do, I saw him walk you in," her dad mused.
"No, I'm pretty extra sure that I don't," Hannah insisted, finally opening the car door.
"When's Darla going to be back?" Her dad asked, changing the subject.
"Never, I hope," Hannah answered under breath. "I don't know she went home for break."
Hannah woke up in the middle of the night, not able to fall back asleep. She went to grab her laptop from her desk and decided to work on the movie's soundtrack. She knew exactly what to work on too.
When she finished, she saw that it was around three in the morning and decided to send it to Justin as a Christmas present. She felt that this was what he was looking for. She just hoped that he liked it too. What she was not expecting though was an almost instant reply with a few minutes in between.
Hannah, this is exactly what we needed for this scene! Where in the world do you come up with the ideas for this stuff?
Hannah replied to Justin's email with a simple answer: I compose what I feel.
She then turned her laptop off, feeling satisfied with herself. She only had ten pieces left to compose and most of them were nearly finished.
That morning Hannah was greeted by the sound of the doorbell right as her feet hit the bottom step of the stairs. Not knowing whom in their right mind would have the nerve to disturb people before ten on Christmas. But curiosity got the best of her and so she went to answer the door.
"Oh god, what do you–how do you know where I live?" Hannah asked when she saw who it was. Her face dropped at the sight of the blonde teenager standing before her.
"I came to wish you a Merry Christmas, here. And I'm spending the holiday with my relatives who just so happen to live in this neighborhood," the blonde answered, handing Hannah a small box wrapped in green with a silver colored bow.
"What's this?" Hannah asked, holding the box up and trying to hide the disgusted expression that threatened to creep onto her face.
"It's a gift, my cousin is crazy is about you," he winked.
"Yeah, sorry, you must have the wrong person, I know for a fact that being the least popular girl in school means that no one would ever dare think about liking me," Hannah deadpanned, handing the box back to its messenger.
"Now, that is where you're wrong. My cousin likes you," he grinned.
Hannah groaned. "Please tell me that you're not related to Tate, otherwise my life will be a living hell, literally."
"He's not this Tate person you speak of," he reassured, handing Hannah the gift back.
"Fine, Cameron, I'll take this silly thing, but this doesn't mean anything," Hannah grumbled. She and her cousin were the only girls who lived in the large neighborhood, so she had no clue as to whom Cameron's cousin was.
When Hannah closed the door, she heard her dad walking down the stairs. "Who was at the door?" He asked voice still thick with sleep.
"Just that kid Cameron from last night, dad," Hannah answered, placing the small box behind the garland that lined the hall table.
"Well he's a fine lad, now isn't he?" Her dad pondered for a moment before walking into the kitchen.
"Oh yeah, the Jorgenson's are coming over later," he added as a second thought.
"Alright, I guess I'll go and get ready then," Hannah said mostly, to herself before climbing the stairs with the small box.
She placed the box on her desk before going to take a shower. She had no plans to open it; she did not want to show that she returned feelings to whoever gave her the gift.
Yikes. I have been extremely busy you guys, sorry for that. I kinda just had to stop here couldn't think of how to continue it, so sorry for the shortish chapter.
Let's just say that the semester is almost over and that means midterms… yay! No, not really, because I am always sick during big tests so I have noticed. But I will try to update when I can. Please review and let me know what you think. And yes, Cameron is Camicazi.