Here's Forever Starts Tonight! Thanks so much to the eleven reviewers last chapter. Greatly appreciated guys. This one is from Dylan's point of view. Hope you like it.
Taking Back Sunday: Liar
After scarfing down the deliriously delicious butter- milk pancakes Judi had made, all eight of us tromped up the stairs and back to Claire's room.
Yes, eight. Not ten like normal, but eight.
Claire and Derrick were just in the bathroom -wink wink. Actually, no. God, no. Bad mental image! Insert shudder here. After they came back into the room, they seemed happier, more free. Then, Claire got a text and fainted. Maybe she was feeling too free. Derrick took her to get breakfast, and they had yet to return. I hoped he figured out what was wrong with her. The faint earlier had scared me pretty badly. Claire was one of my best friends, and whatever was wrong with her, we all wanted to know. Even though some people -coughKempcough- were acting like they didn't, I knew they were worried. To reinforce the fact, we all wanted to know. As long as she wasn't taking pills that would prepare her for a sex change or anything like that, I'd be fine.
I leaned against Claire's precious new mini- fridge. I have no idea how she ever lived without one. They were magnificent things that had been assembled by Gods. And they held food. In ninth grade, I decided to ditch my love/ hate relationship with the necessity, and got more active. I joined the soccer team with Claire- Kristen had moved onto swimming- and I could finally eat all the food I wanted. Thank God.
"I think this is going to make me hungry all over again." Chris said, looking up from his hands and his day dream.
"That's definitely a possibility." I said, thinking of all the snacks. "But Judi saved extra breakfast for me to take home, so we're covered." I finished with a lick of my lips, and a welcome sigh to the rumble that might come in my stomach in an hour.
Vampire Weekend: Oxford Comma
Chris laughed lightly at me, his brown eyes shining happily. This was the kind of relationship I wanted. We weren't deeply in love like Claire and Derrick, and we weren't always fighting like Massie and Josh. It was light- hearted and happy. Being with Chris was like walking on air. Everything around me seemed to always be glowing.
We didn't have any problems in our relationship. Not saying that we were perfect, no. Our problems came from the things around us; our friends. Me saying things about Kemp, like how he's acting around Alicia, or any of us really. Chris would defend him and say some shit like, "Oh that's just how he is." I'd roll my eyes and try to forget about it. Then he would say something about how Claire's been acting, and how I should know what's going on with her. I would rebut and say something along the lines of, "I would like to know, but if Claire doesn't want to tell any of us, that's up to her." He would roll those beautiful eyes of his and say I was right.
I wanted to know what was going on like an obese kid wanted a candy bar. Like Alica wanted to know what was going on with her boyfriend.
Jason Mraz: Love For a Child
I would lay fifty bucks on a bet that he was cheating on her. But with whom? The more I thought about it, the more confused and clear it became, if that makes any sense at all. If not, let me explain it for you.
I would think I knew who the chick was, but then a hole would be drilled in my theory. There were so many girls that I had thought of and then I would mentally cross them off of the elite list. It was so unbelievable. Let me show you.
Allie- Rose Singer. Totally added during a caffeine high.
Kaitlynne Phillips. New girl. Seems like she'd be Kemp's type of chick.
Latika Niemedar. New foreign exchange student. But she exchanges so much more with the guys than actual information on her home country, India. It's more like cultural affairs.
Rebecca Solomon. An old ex of his.
Layne Abeley. See Allie- Rose Singer.
Oh my God, what if Claire was involved somehow. What if ... holy Texas chainsaw ducks, what if Claire was that girl?
Now that is someone I hadn't thought of. It would explain her behavior, but not the fainting, or dramatic physical changes.
I don't think any guy- aside from Derrick- would see the changes, but I was a girl. I was born to notice details, and more importantly, I was one of her best friend's. If I didn't notice the differences, then who would? Her parents obviously weren't.
Speaking of parents, I wondered when my mom and the rest of our parental figures were going to tell us about their vacation.
"Hey Mass," Kristen spoke, jarring me out of my completely inconstant thoughts.
Motion City Soundtrack: Hold Me Down
"Yeah Kristen?" Massie asked with a curious tone in her voice.
"I just had a great idea." Kristen said, looking like she was going into shock with a mixture of pure euphoria.
"What is it?" Mass asked with a slightly jealous light in her voice this time.
"Instead of this being a normal house party," Kristen paused, getting the attention of Claire and Derrick. When did they get here? "We throw a masquerade party." When she finished the sentence, my mind immediately went to, Oh my God, Caviar!
Massie liked the idea. I could tell by the way her eyes widened slightly.
Claire couldn't see this from where she was sitting, all cuddled up on Derrick's lap, because she said, "I remember in ninth, you said you always wanted to have one. This is the perfect opportunity." Funny, I remember that too.
"I like it Kristen. Leesh, you still want outfits?" I fought back the urge to snort. Of course she would.
As if to prove my point, she nodded her head wildly.
"You'll have to find masks, also." She said, knowing that Alicia already knew that.
"Of course."
"This was a great idea, thanks Kristen."
Kristen flushed at Massie's kind words, and mumbled a quiet and humble thank you. How she still managed to be so bashful after having me as a friend was left up to your imagination since I had no idea.
I looked down at the notepad to see that Chris had written down in all capital letters, the word taking up two lines, CAVIAR. It was a good thing we rick kids all liked the same thing, because if he didn't have it on the paper, I would fight him tooth- and- nail to establish that there would indeed be caviar at the masquerade party.
I took the pen from his hand, and wrote down Champagne. If this party was going to be sophisticated and elegant, then we needed to have champagne. And if this was going to get busted up by the po- po, we at least wanted to have our fun. And maybe be drunk if i happened.
"What other foods are at a masquerade party?" Chris questioned me looking frustrated.
Paramore: For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic
"I honestly don't know. But that's what the internet is for, right?" I said with slight smile. I slid my LG Vue out of my pocket, and went to the browser. With light taps on the touch- screen, the words Food at a masquerade party, were in the search bar.
Chris and I waited a bit impatiently for the search results to come up. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Finally.
One hundred and twenty- seven thousand results. Oh joy.
I clicked on the first one I saw. It was a post saying that desserts would be your best way to go unless you were serving dinner. If you decided to serve dinner, chose pasta, or something expensive.
Well I think the party should be at night, so no dinner. But desserts? That was a great idea.
"Write down dessert." I told Chris.
He wrote it down on the paper, and I looked to see how much we had come up with. Fantastic. Three things. We needed more help. Maybe I would ask my mom about gourmet food. Yeah, that would help. Hopefully. But we would come up with something. As long as I was with Chris, we would have the best food at the party in the history of food.
It kind of cuts off there, but I had no other ideas. Ugh. I think I'm written out for a little bit. But I have a Civics rough draft due Monday. Great. Anyways, you probably don't want to hear my rants about school, so as my closing words, review and don't forget to vote on the poll. It's over Monday. And I posted pictures of what the characters look like on the profile.