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OH! I guess a note would be that I'm trying a different writing style in this chapter, a summarizing style, if you ever watched Scrubs then you know where I am getting It from, The inner monologue will be in the Point of View of Paul's. Be prepared for crappiness if anything, sorry! Italics shall be his inner monologue, Bold will be flashbacks, everything else should be general POV unless otherwise directed, Be careful! Transistions should be harder to decipher in this chapter, so read carefully.
Last time: He proceeds to intertwine their hands and she smiles playfully as he leans to kiss her, at first it's a chase kiss, merely gliding over the surface of her, what he felt, perfectly succulent lips. She gave a barely audible sigh into his masculine aroma and caved into the crashing of his lips upon hers, their hands still intertwined now rested against each other's chests, the only thing stopping their bodies from becoming one.
A cough is heard. They continued not hearing anything but the beat of heart against heart.
"I see I am interrupting."
The two broke free to gaze widely at the sparkling eyes of an elderly woman.
X
There's a coldness in the air, a feel of solemn somberness as the presence of two teens are not accounted for. The meeting will be starting in about a half hour or so, He wont expect them to be a minute late, in fact he suspects an early arrival.
My name is Paul Creepy, Preferably just Paul. I have come across a situation, that is very unlike any other, a situation I look upon with regret and sympathy, yet with a resolve for resolution. A dear student of mine is in much need of help and I fear the only way I can go about to do such a thing is through parental guidance standing near by.
Subject name: Casey.
Age: 15.
Situation: In love with her step-brother.
Solution: ….?
Okay! Enough with the formality weirdness! Casey is a very…unusual yet brilliant girl, a tab bit eccentric really, genuinely sweet hearted though, got to give that to the girl. A Klutz too! Reminds me of the good ole days…ah, sweet bliss of mocking and embarrassment filled with ridiculous laughter…aimed... at me. Still wonder why I became a school guidance counselor? Oh and a computer teacher on the side, but that goes hand in hand with my high school life, Computers. Me. Picked on. Get it? Yeah I was a geek.
It's funny…the things I see each day, in and out of my office, a cry for help can be seen in the oddest of ways. An apparent one, much like Casey's little somewhat comical entrances with pleas to stop Derek's new way to torture her, or the extremely subtle one, when it becomes to late to save a person.
Sometimes… we find it hidden within an obvious cry masked by other problems…such as Casey's sudden affliction with deciding whether or not to chose a somewhat taboo love interest or continue living out her normal life.
The man shifts slightly in his chair, rearranging some scattered documents across his desk, the door creeks open and he looks up with a polite style, Early. He nods his head towards the chairs set out for them and he observes them as they nervously try to find a comfortable yet professional way to sit down in front of him.
As he looks upon them he can see that subtle cry for help, and the only way he can truly decipher what it is will be based on the conversation that is about to commence.
"People. WON'T. Accept us Derek! Get that through your damn skull and realize why I WON'T be with you!" running past the rigid boy she had just yelled at, she allowed the threatening tears to take their place falling down her face.
Sighing the man rubbed the space in between his eyebrows, his eyes closed was not a bright decision for they brought him back to just yesterday. How things could happen so fast, he had no idea.
"Mr. Creepy-"
"Paul is okay Mr. Venturi."
"Right. Sorry. About…" The blonde haired man looked down and then towards his new wife, she smiled sadly and took his hand in hers a sign of reassurance that never quite reached her eyes. "About why we are here. I wish to inform you, that…there has been…some new developments of sorts."
"Oh?" The interested man folded his hands into one and placed his elbows on the desk. "We really haven't discussed much of the reason as to why you are here I suppose, I was actually hoping for Derek and Casey to join-"
"Mr. Creep-Paul, that is the new development." And then he looked into the eyes of the poorly distraught woman and knew to assume the worst.
"Derek I'll try and speak to Casey…" Emily let out weakly
" Yeah man she just needs to calm down a little before-"
"Before what exactly? Before you two deal even greater damage and tell our parents?" Derek remarked maliciously.
She continued absentmindedly. "They ran away."
"Together." George cut in for affirmation.
"Derek…no that wasn't our intention we-"
"Oh but it is most definitely mine." the three whirled around to come face to face with none other than Paul, the counselor himself.
This was my fault…I gave them an ultimatum without actually presenting it to them, they decided to take their chances out…there! Alone! Penniless! They rather that then talk through this for a proper solution that benefits all for fear of the worst outcome…
"I see…I'm greatly sorry for this sudden occurrence, we should inform the school and-"
"If you don't mind, Paul." The woman shifted, glanced at her husband and then directed her eyes, firm and lustrous, at the man sitting across from her. "We'd like to handle this ourselves, we have trust in our kids…and we'd like to keep this... bit of information from the school board, maybe we can tell them…they are excused from school for a few days, a trip, or outbreak in the house sickness?"
The fear of being torn apart.
This woman was remarkable, he noted. It was easily seen in her eyes that she didn't quite approve, but the most resounding of all emotions flowing through her was just unconditional love she held for her daughter as well as her new son. And with that came the wish for their happiness, at any and all costs.
" Mrs. Venturi-McDonald-Is that correct?" she nods and he continues. " I know how you must feel-"
"Please excuse my words but I don't think you know how I feel at this particular moment and with this particular situation."
"Nora…" the man coos to her and tries to squeeze her hand to calm her down, she is obedient and nods regretfully and allows the man to continue.
" I understand you wish to handle this yourself. But the authorities will be required to participate in a search party after twenty four hours of being reported missing."
"But! We won't report them missing!"
" The school will."
"We can…excuse them…" her voice is weak and the man next to her picks up for her. "Please, Mr. Creepy" The man doesn't correct the other. " We wish to handle this ourselves, is there any way you can allow this, anyway that you can…help us."
His eyes are shimmering with wanting, with a hopelessly hard decision to make, one that can cost him his job, two of his students are missing, and he has knowledge of the reason as well as about their current situation.
A cry for help can be seen in the oddest of ways.
Sometimes in an apparent one…
"Please…Paul…Please. I just want my baby to come…home…happy…on her own." and she cries while her husband holds her, holding back tears of his own.
They aren't the only ones crying out for help...
"Hey."
"Hey…"
Silence.
"Have you heard from either of them…you know since…"
"No." he shifts from leaning on one leg to the other, his hands in his pockets rumble around picking at the inner stitches as she stands there glaring at the floor, counting the many cracks as the abundance of students surround them, ignorant to the situation enveloping them.
Or the extremely subtle one…
"Right. Well. See ya in class Sam."
"See ya." He walks and she's about to turn before she catches his clothed arm. "Wait."
"Casey I know this seems-" Emily's voice tried to reason but Casey was not having it. "Emily…you lied to me?"
"You lied to me!" the girl retorted fiercely before realizing the impact of her words and covering her mouth shut. " Em…I"
"Casey, you did confess to me last night and-" Sam started out but was interrupted.
"What?! Casey you told Sam?" Derek moved closer to Casey and she backed up in reflex smashing into Emily in the process causing to knock the girl to the floor. Sam moved to help her up. "Em I'm so sor-" "Casey pay attention to me when I'm speaking to you, you told Sam? I mean when I received the phone call from him last night I didn't think-"
"Sam you are the one that called him?!" Casey furiously swung her head in the direction of the boy she was silently cursing at the moment.
He doesn't turn nor look back at her and she grips his arm tighter, no students are left to witness such an indecent and desperate action. " Do you…wanna have lunch together today?"
There is silence, no response for awhile and her grip is loosening.
When it becomes to late to save a person.
She loosens her grip completely and walks away, the counterpart of her conversation mimicking her actions in the opposite direction...
Sometimes… we find it hidden within an obvious cry.
"I don't want to go to class."
"Lizzie…"
"I don't want to go home."
"Liz…"
"I don't want to see them again, now I have to do all of Casey's chores, it's no fair!" She sighs and wipes at the forming tears threatening to surface. The boy next to her smiles and takes her into his arms. Her eyes widen but slowly the tears come back and she allows the hug as well as the tears to fall.
There on the bed is a word clearly drawn out...
What's even more is at the bottom there is a simple word that no one even know Marty could spell.
Love.
As the thoughts race through both their mind simultaneously they pull back, faces inches apart, eyes delved into one another's.
"Edwin…"
Masked by other problems.
"I see I am interrupting."
The two broke free to gaze widely at the sparkling eyes of an elderly woman. Slowly a smile started to form as she stepped aside and held the door wide open, revealing the inside contents of her lovely abode.
"Granny…" his voice is like a crystalline tear, ready to shatter with one touch. The girl's face is flushed and she is found content hiding within the coverings of her bangs. The grip on her hand is intensified as the silence persists after the simple greeting.
Slowly the old woman with a curt nod, kind yet all knowing, turns around and evaporates within the confines of the house, the two left standing having no other option than to comply with her unvoiced demands and step into the house to only jolt slightly as the door closes softly behind them instantaneously.
He walks with an air of confidence, false but nonetheless visibly there, he knows he must be strong for her. She's shivering, fear is the evident reasoning for this and he holds her close, escaping the grip of her hand upon his to grasp her shoulder and pull her body to his. She catches his sight on her form and looks quickly, a glimmer of hope and encouragement radiating off of him and upon her, with newfound strength she leads the way stepping into the living room of the stunning house.
"Come…sit down." Her voice is serene, and Casey is found relaxing just a tad bit as she sits on the couch across from the woman, next to Derek. A look from the woman causes her to scoot away directly after and Derek watches her, hurt yet understanding lacing his gorgeous features, she is found wanting.
Yes we do indeed find these cries of help hidden within an obvious cry.
"Is my Derek in trouble again? I pray you did not drag this poor darling young girl with you honey." she is amused, it lights her voice and she looks upon them, no words are needed to explain and yet, she still wishes them to.
"Granny, I-" He looks over to Casey and finds her staring at the floor, hands interlaced and probing the nearest fabric accessible. "We…well, Heh, Grand mama you know me."
"Yes, Derek, I do." and with that he sighs.
"We ran away."
"Oh my." She uncrosses her legs from their previous position and leans forward. " From home?" He gives her a 'duh' look and she chuckles lightly. " Oh my indeed Derek, you were always quite the handful…and this young girl…who is she to you?" She pauses for a moment and he is about to speak. " Although I am sure I can guess accurately based on the looks you give her alone."
Casey's head shoots up to look at the Grandmother and then at Derek, slightly bewildered and embarrassed. Derek raises his hand and sheepishly shakes his head. "Ah-hah you…got it once again Grandma, Casey is well…she's…"
He didn't know how to put it, they ran away, so that definitely made them boyfriend and girlfriend…but he wondered if he should start off with that tidbit of information or the fact that Casey was his new step-sister…decisions, decisions.
"You darling…" she points to Casey lightly and the girl sits up erect at the mention. "What's you name?"
"Casey….Casey McDonald Ma'am." she lets out while fidgeting.
Derek slaps his forehead with his palm and groans.
"Oh?" She examines the girl with curious eyes placing her hand on her chin, rubbing it softly. "McDonald, as in Nora McDonalds's child, the new wife of my darling ex-step son George?"
Casey now knew her mistake and she sighed softly in defeat. Bad move. Degradingly she let's out a small nod and the woman nods in return before returning to Derek.
"Nice job." they can't tell if the woman is being humorous, mocking, or serious. Nervous with the urge of wanting to runaway for a second time, this time from a house she doesn't even know Casey deems it necessary to stand up.
"Oh dear, where are you going." Frozen she turns around, glancing at Derek with doubt and sorrow, an apology for wanting to bail when he needed her the most, he looks back but doesn't seem disappointed, instead stands to walk over to her.
"Casey…" he lets out a mix of hush whispers and comforting words to assure that everything will be alright, for with Derek, everything will be alright.
"Yes, Casey, would you mind if I asked you a question?"
These hidden cries can happen in the most unlikeliest of places.
"No Ma'am." She turns her body fully to the woman, a sign of respect and bravery, able to bear anything forced to face as long as Derek was by her side.
"You and Derek, you love each other, do you not?"
"Yes." they simultaneously answer, Derek not being able to withhold his own response, causing the older woman to let out a small smile. "And you are currently step-siblings."
These hidden cries can happen in the most likeliest of places as well, places that are meant to test you, that molds a person, that defines your future.
No answer comes from this but the woman has her answer and nonetheless stands up to go near them, placing a hand on the girls shoulders her next question is directed to her and her alone. Derek's answer was already known from the moment he walked into the house thus no need to include him on it.
"If you could change your actions, would you?" The girl's eyes widen and Derek's grip on her is lost, her body already losing the warmth, her surrounding now deathly alone. "If you could…turn back time, and choose to not runaway…if you could stop yourself from ever loving Derek…" she could hear the woman's words, she could hear Derek's scoff and protests, but she can't see, she can't feel, she only feels alone. Pushed into a dark corner.
Decisions eating her alive, how could it be so hard to decide, to chose, this was what she wanted wasn't it? Why would she have even an ounce of indecision left in her body?
"Stop yourself from loving Derek and continue to live a normal life…" She pauses.
The dramatic effect must run in the family, she damns the family silently.
"Would you?"
Such as Casey's sudden affliction with deciding whether or not to chose a somewhat taboo love interests or continue living out her normal life.
"Thank you Paul. We are forever indebted to you, forever." She hugs the man and he pats her back awkwardly.
"Anytime. But Please…I implore you, for the safety of your children, find out where they are immediately."
George reaches out to shake the man's hands and firmly grasps them with gratitude. " We will. And you'll be the first one we'll contact with any news. Thank you again."
Sometimes I guess you have to chose to do something you wish not to do, in order to obtain the thing you want most in the world, and the apparent cry for help is occasionally needed.
For not everyone can do everything alone, help is always needed once in awhile.
The two adults, arm in arm walked down the hallway, class had just let out and they passed by their neighbor's daughter and their own daughter's best friend obliviously as she leans against a locker staring at the ceiling, life slowly draining from her eyes, unnoticed by the student body.
Just like always.
They continued their path as they reached their current destination, the school doors. Their son's best friend and their daughter's ex-boyfriend just missing them by narrowly side stepping to the left to avoid bumping into them. They exit through the doors and their story is set.
The blonde haired hockey player passes the girl slowly, she makes no motion to greet him or stop him as neither does he.
Sometimes…it's too late to save that person and then…
He stops just a few feet away from her stilled form and turns around acutely. A small, forced smile that doesn't reach his eyes sketched upon his face. " I'd love to have lunch."
That subtle cry for help is really just what you need…to receive a glimmer of hope.
She turns her head slightly to return a smile of her own. "Okay." Behind the boy she smiles at two kids of their own are standing beside one another smiling with hidden sadness just the same. Their story is set.
And when we find it hidden within an obvious cry…
"Hey Kid, how about we go munch on some yucky cafeteria food?"
She fiddles with her fingers and then slumps her shoulders in defeat before looking up with a brilliant smile. "Okay, but only if you're buying."
"Hey, hey! What do you think, I'm made out money? Did you forget Derek always takes-" He blinks before letting his eyelids fall slightly, realization overcoming his features as with the girl opposite of him.
Masked by other problems, the real problem will come out eventually, and then…
"They'll be okay Edwin." She is the one comforting him now. "They Love each other right?" He looks up bemused and searches her eyes, just the previous night they held no comprehension for this word 'love'. "I have no idea what it really means…" she takes his hand in hers and turns her body towards the direction of the cafeteria, a small smile on her lips.
"But I know that they do, so they'll be okay…" A quick glance to the floor and then right back to the boy within her grasps. " Well be okay too." Their story is set.
The healing really begins.
"Would you?"
Her voice is grave, and the girl's is negligible. It is small and insignificant in comparison to the elderly and superior woman of the room, yet it is assured, and honest. The boy by her side is slowly appearing once again and she answers.
"….I…" She looks to Derek with an indecipherable look. "Would." Their story is set.
We all make choices that define us and our lifestyles, what we fail to take account for is how it affects those around us most of the time.
The dark skinned man sits upon his chair, contemplative and in agony over scrutinizing detail over what he has just done. He was giving them a chance and he prayed that they would use it wisely. The world would spin, regardless of their decisions, regardless of their actions, but that is not the point he reminded himself.
For them…it did matter, their choices now, if wrongly chosen, would the world really continue to spin?
He would observe, he would contemplate, he would find the story and the holes within it to be fixed, he would decide upon a reasoning or solution, and he would move right on to the next one.
For Casey and Derek, he has yet to find the constituent to fill the hole with. He sighs and gazes out his window.
We all must make choices…Such as Casey's sudden affliction with deciding whether or not to chose a somewhat taboo love interests or continue living out her normal life. Or such as mine in regards to letting this play itself out.
I chose to let it do so…and Casey chose…
"I would…" She sobs as she draws near the Grandmother, and the woman merely smiles, Derek steps back, his hand bawling into a fists as he stares bewildered at the blurring form of Casey, disbelief clear.
"I would."
He's crying, He's...crying, Casey chose to-she chose to-
"NEVER!"
She falls, a bundled heap within the Grandmother's unstable arms causing them to fall to the floor, the girl's head smothered within the woman's bosoms, and the woman herself while patting the crying girl's head softly as well as her back looks up at her grandson. His tears, she hopes formed from relief, allows her to smile approvingly.
She'd help them.
It's funny…the things I see each day, in and out of my office, a cry for help can be seen in the oddest of ways. An apparent one, much like Casey's little somewhat comical entrances with pleas to stop Derek's new way to torture her, or the extremely subtle one, when it becomes to late to save a person.
Sometimes… we find it hidden within an obvious cry masked by other problems…such as Casey's sudden affliction with deciding whether or not to chose a somewhat taboo love interests or continue living out her normal life.
Casey's decision…was love.
And the man smiles, knowingly.
Sucked, confused? I know, sorry! Tell me if I should never attempt this again haha! Reviews and Flames are welcomed! Hope all had a very Merry Holiday and such! And watch out for my new one-shot Pranks. lies. truth. draw the line.