Chapter 11: The Day Before
(Tara's POV)
"I'm going to miss you so much," Belle whined as I packed up the last of my clothing into my suitcase.
"Belle, I'm only going to be gone for two weeks," I ensured her, zipping up the bag, "After that I'll be down the road staying-" "Staying with PJ, I know," she interrupted, fidgeting some, "I still can't get over the fact that you are going to be living with him for the summer!"
I sighed heavily, "It's not like I want to, Belle." "I know, I know. You're having trouble with your mom," she rushed the words, knowing I didn't want to talk about it, "But still, PJ. Ugh. I am so jealous."
I shook my head, ignoring her. I hadn't spoken to my mom since the fight we had last week. Now that I had finished my exams and was less than twenty four hours away from hopping a plane to Ireland with 7 other people, I wanted nothing more than to call her.
I'd tried once before, a couple days ago, and Trevor had picked up the phone.
"Hey, Tarabear," he used my mother's nickname for me mockingly, the way he used to when I still lived at home to embarrass me when friends were over.
"Shut up, Trev-whore, where's mom," I grumbled into the phone, setting down my laptop. "Tara," he started, his voice taking on a nervous edge, "She's still pretty upset about what happened. I don't think there's a person under the sun she hasn't called and bitched to." I groaned and leaned back in my chair, "What should I do Trevor?"
"Go on the trip," he answered easily, as if he'd been waiting for me to ask since he'd picked up the phone, "That's what I would do. You are an adult, Tara. I think mom is just mad because she still wants to treat us like we're kids."
"You are a kid, Trevor," I teased, a small smile creeping onto my face. "Hey," he whined, "I am seventeen years old. Remember when you were seventeen and you would complain when people called you a child?" "Yeah," I agreed, my smile getting bigger, "And now I know how right they were."
The line was silent for a second before Trevor spoke again, his voice serious, "Do you have a place to stay for the summer?" "I do," I replied, rubbing my arm thoughtlessly, "I'm staying with PJ until mom lets me come home."
"Call her a few weeks after you get back from Ireland," he stated before he mumbled a quick goodbye, the sound of their mom's voice asking where her phone was getting cut short.
I never found out if Trevor was caught talking to me, they hadn't spoken since that day, but I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on moving the last of my belongings into PJ's apartment. He'd helped move a majority of my things with me like my bedding and tripod, but my clothing I brought over myself, most of it going with me on the trip to Ireland anyways.
When I arrived at PJ's house for the final time, having given Isabelle a long hug and yelling promises that we would hang out when I got back as I got into my car, he was sitting on his bed, looking at the pictures I'd taken on my camera.
"I thought you said I was the first model you've ever used," he commented as I set the heavy bag down. "You are," I huffed, sitting down next to him. He flashed the camera at me and I caught a glimpse of the drunk boy dancing with the clown I'd taken a picture of back at the party we first met at.
"Well that's not the same thing," I laughed, seeing how PJ would get it confused. "Oh, how so," he shot, a smile on his lips. "Because he wasn't modeling for that picture. He was just at the right place at the right time. To me he is just as inanimate as the pictures I've taken of stilled marbles," I explained, laying back on his bed, "When I had to take those pictures of you for that project, I actually had to focus in on you as a person, not an object. I had to have you portray emotion and not just capture some little oddity I liked."
He stared at me for a while after that, the look of excited wonder in his eyes again, like the day he'd tried to explain why he found me so interesting.
The silence was comforting and I looked up at the ceiling as the sinking sun indicated the night would soon be here. My stomach fluttered with an excited uneasiness; Ireland would soon be here.
"Ten more hours," PJ mumbled next to me, as if reading my thoughts. "I know," I whispered, folding my hands over my stomach in attempt to calm myself down, "I don't think I've ever been so excited."
"Ready to meet the rest of the Fantastic Foursome," he inquired, smirking at me.
I propped myself up on one of my elbows, looking at him nervously; I'd completely forgotten about meeting them. "Do they know much about me?" I asked, my voice a lot quieter than I wanted it to be.
"They know some stuff," he nodded, staring out the window, "That we go to school together and that we met at a party. They know you like Zelda and that you're going to UCA to be a photojournalist and that you're short."
I grimaced at the last part, "Just had to add that in there didn't ya." He let out an amused laugh and glanced over at me, "Hey, if you think I'm bad, Dan is six foot three."
I shook my head, laughing with him, "Might as well just carry me on your shoulders everywhere."
He stopped laughing and looked over at me with excited eyes, "I can do that?!"
I stared at him with wide eyes before we both broke out in a fit of giggles.
Well, the plays are finally over. I don't feel happy, I don't feel sad. I just feel nostalgic. Even if most the people did more sh!t talking than actually acting. 16 days till I graduate highschool, guys! Who's excited for me?... Yeah, I'm pretty on the fence about it too. At least it means I get to hang out with the new friend I made and my best friend all the time!
So here's the new chapter, basically set it up for a grand old time on their two week vacation in Ireland! GET READY FOR THE BEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE. I promise it is going to get interesting from here on out. And also.. I should probably just apologize in advance for making you have feelings. It's gonna happen. Prepare yourself.
Aaaaaanyways, how's everyone liking the fic? I've gotten tons of postivie feedback and that is soooo amazing, you don't even understand. And reaching 500 views was just... so incredible. I love every single one of you. I never thought my writing would be so liked. Honestly.
Meh. Guess who found Kevedd this weekend. I'm a bit ashamed to have spent this much time in a tag that I am not even sure I ship or even like. Do any of my readers like Kevedd? Or even know what that is? Leave me a review if you do!
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-Boots
