The Aislin Chronicles
Part XXI
A/n: Welcome sammydee, welcome. Hey, if chapters were years, this fic would be old enough to drink… legally. Yeah, I know, I'm weird. Oh, sorry this took so long. RL's a bitch. Well, no, basketball is a bitch. Basketball is the grand-daddy pimp of the bitches. And I have bball camp this weekend. Yay me.
And by the way, I was too lazy to really edit this. So. Yeah.
5-27-03
3:41 PM
School was such a drag today, especially after that AWESOME weekend. I had a quiz in social studies first hour, then math, ugh, Mrs. Frierson just kept teaching and teaching, and we didn't get any work time, so there was NO interaction with Ian. Urgh. Gym was blah, as usual, and Spanish, well, I was really hungry for lunch, that's all I remember. That was the highlight of my day, actually, lunch. English wasn't too bad, I guess. And science, when is that class not boring? Never.
However (yes, there is a however!), there was one shining moment of the day, forget lunch. Walking from gym up to Spanish, I happened to cross paths with Ian Schmidt talking to that Chris kid. He caught my eye, said, "Hey, Ais," somewhat happily and gave me one of his trademark high fives.
3:49 PM
That's a good thing, right?
I mean, he's not ignoring me.
So it's a good thing then. It's settled. Ack, phone's ringing.
3:53 PM
That was Grand-Mere. She wants to take me shopping tonight. Okay. Gotta tell Dad, but I'm too lazy to call him. Ah, I can wait until they get home. She's not coming until like 6:30 anyway.
Hm, I wonder how the newlyweds did at work today. I bet Weiss is making fun of them right now for making eyes at each other. I wonder when they'll find out Mom's pregnant.
3:55 PM
Giggle. Mom. Pregnant. Okay, I have to do my homework.
5-29-03
4:34 PM
Oh, dear journal! I should have written in you yesterday. Now I'm going to want to write all out of order on things. Eeeek I'm straining, but I'll go chronologically. So on Tuesday, Grand-Mere took me to dinner and then she decided she'd buy me some clothes, because, I don't know, she said she's my Grand-mere and that's what she does. She's such a cute lady. The way she says things crack me up, and I just love when tells me stories about Dad when he was little. In fact, I was begging for more stories. He started insisting on dressing himself one day and would wear his underpants on his head. Aww. Can you imagine?
She called home before we left the mall, I think to make sure Mom and Dad weren't, um, getting their groove on, so we wouldn't walk in on them or anything. Gross. I appreciate her precaution.
Ian!
Sorry. Hand spasm. I think that means I better finish up about Grand-Mere and move on to a different topic, namely him, um, yeah. I thanked her for dinner and all the clothes, and she demanded we do something the next day (Wednesday, yesterday). So yesterday we went to the beach. She says she doesn't go nearly enough, and I guess I don't either. I realized how really, really, ridiculously pale I am. I'm seriously like a ghost. Everyone we saw had these dark tans, and me… I fell in a giant tub of white paint? I'll work on that this summer. I didn't get sunburned either (yay), I tend to burn easily. Grand-Mere left today. Okay, Ian time!
So, you already know about the high five moment, so I was extremely saddened when I learned from Adam in second hour that he had a dentist appointment and would not be attending math that day. So I didn't see him. And we didn't cross paths in the hall again, either (it only happens once in a while, there's a couple ways to get around school).
And then. There's today. I got a smile from him in math, which was perfect. There wasn't an opportunity to talk at all because Mrs. Frierson has started us reviewing like crazy for the final. I don't remember half this crap on her review sheet, but, oh well. This is not about math, is it? So anyway! After Spanish I was going to lunch, and I got in line because it was sub-sandwich day and I felt like one, and Danny got in line with me and was like, "Anya, here. This is from your Ian friend." At first I was laughing because I still think it's funny that he calls me Anya even though he knows my name now, and then I was trying to hold in my gigantic burst of energy. He handed me a note. From Ian. I didn't even know what it said and I was flipping out.
So when I got to my table and met Jess and the rest of the usual girls and let it all go. I got all excited, and Jess was urging me to open it, because stupid me, I hadn't yet. He gave me his phone number! I can call him! And talk to him whenever I want to! Ahhhh!
Should I call him right now? I mean, what would I say? I'd tell him who it was and then I'd be clueless. And if I didn't lose all sanity, what would we talk about? I refuse to talk to him about math. On the phone. In fact, I refuse to talk about math, period. Ugh, he gives me his number and I'm too scared to call him… Dad would have a cow anyway if he knew I was talking to a boy. And Sydney couldn't help persuade him that it was okay because she comes home and sleeps. I guess I won't call him then.
Sigh.
4:51 PM
That's it. I'm calling Jess.
4:55 PM
Okay, so I got her on the phone and I went into this rant about Ian and the note and the phone number. I carried on for about a minute straight before I finished with, "What should I do?"
She paused for a second. "Okay, you just talked really fast. And sounded very Irish. And I have no idea what you just said." So I started over, much slowly, and left out a lot of pointless babble. Because, you know, most of when I'm talking about him is pointless babble. Ugh. "He gave you his phone number and you call me?"
Then she hung up. I think it's clear what she wants me to do.
Hm.
Don't know if I can do it.
7:13 PM
Oh gosh darn it. I did it. I just got off the phone with him. (!) Yes, I, Aislin C. Vaughn, realized that I am also Aislin the Brilliantly Bold, and after dinner I just decided to do it. I knew that I'd have some problem remembering what all I said to him so I recorded it on the pen. Okay, here's how it went down. So I called, and I think his brother answered the phone, and I was like, "Hi, is Ian there?" and he was like, "Just a second," then proceeded to like scream into the phone, "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIAN! PHONE!" The least he could have done was pulled the phone away from his mouth, but no, he blasted my ear drum to bits. Sigh, sixth graders.
And then, while massaging my ear (yeah, I didn't think it would work either) I heard his voice. "Hello?"
Um, where am I? What's my name? Guhhhh… "Hey, it's, um, it's Aislin." God, I sound like an idiot. Bloody hell. I can't believe we had an entire conversation.
"Oh, hey, what's up?"
He sounds pleasant. Good. Haha, you can practically hear me thinking on the phone: What to say, what to say? Nothing was 'up.' But seriously, I needed to say something. "I had a lot of fun at the movies last weekend." Not bad.
"Yeah, me too." He had fun too! Wahoo! Now that's a good sign for sure. "You want to go to another movie tomorrow?"
Dying, dying, I just might have died. "Sure."
"Cool, what do you want to see?"
"Finding Nemo," I said without thinking. I smacked my forehead at that one. I can't kiss him there. There will be tons of little kids. But, oooh, it just looks so cute, who can resist talking clownfish?
Of course, he laughs in response. "Okay, we can see that." Then there's this silent pause. It's not really awkward, which is nice. I didn't think I had much else to say to him, and luckily he was like, "Well, see you tomorrow, Ais."
"Bye."
Yes, we are going to movie together. Hehehe. I'm so excited! Ah! I'm calling Jess again.
5-31-03
5:44 PM
So Sydney had the day off today. Dad was supposed to, but for some reason he had to work. Figures. He was supposed to go with Sydney. No. Mom. He was supposed to go with Mom to her first doctor appointment. She was really disappointed he couldn't go, and I'm sure he is too, he's not home yet, and Mom was kind of nervous about it. So I told her that I'd go with her, even though I was kind of confused and nervous myself. Plus I may have been kind of crashed on my sugar high from last night when I volunteered myself.
Oh!
Last night!
I'm an idiot!
Well, I want to talk about today right now, so I suppose we'll get to that later. Anyway, so I said that I would go with her, but at the time I wasn't really sure I wanted to. I mean, I thought it would be awkward I guess. Like I didn't belong there.
If you think that sounds stupid, journal, then you're absolutely right. It was ridiculous. Regardless of whether I'm adopted or not, I'm gonna be this kid's sister. And there will be a butt load of doctor appointments for Dad to attend. I don't know why I was like spazzing.
So we went around noon. And waited in the waiting room. There was a bunch of pregnant women. And baby magazines. And pamphlets on breastfeeding. Weirded me out. A lot. I think she could tell I was uncomfortable because then we just started to talk, mostly about last night (again, I'll get to that later). I think this one lady kept staring at us like I was the pregnant one. God. Me? A pregnant teen. Even weirded-er out. Okay, I'm not making much sense. I think it's because I'm hungry, but, um, okay.
We go into the room after waiting 25 minutes or so, and Mom changed her clothes and stuff, and the doctor lady came. Her name is Dr. Pitkin. She's nice, I guess. So she took some tests on Sydney or something, and then we got to hear the heartbeat. It was the coolest thing I've ever heard in my entire life. Like, it was so awesome. I think Sydney really wanted Dad to be there, though, to hear it too. We both know he will eventually. But, hehe, for now I get to brag.
5:56 PM
I think he just got home. Goody, this will be fun. Aw, I hope he doesn't get sad because he missed it. Because, he should be jealous, it was fricken awesome! Okay, seriously, I hope someone's making dinner because I am hungry. Hungry like a hippo. You know, like that game I played at Jess's? Okay. Nevermind. Clearly you don't know. Journal.
6-1-03
10:03 AM
Yeah, so I realized I forgot to talk about Friday night. Which I can't believe I forgot, so I must have been pretty hungry and or excited about hearing Syd-and-Vaughn junior's heartbeat. Okay, so. Me. Ian. Finding Nemo. Smells like love, right? Well, turns out a bunch of other people planned on seeing the same movie on the same day and just so conveniently invited themselves on our "date."
10:06 AM
Not that it was one.
Or would have been.
Um. Anyway.
So, I ate dinner on Friday and was like, "I can go to a movie tonight, right?" and it was cool with the 'rents. And then SydMom kind of looked at me and asked coyly (yes, good word) if I was going with Ian. I said that I was, but I didn't get to finish before Dad flipped out.
"What? That boy who's house you went to?"
I couldn't let him keep going. For all I know he was on the path of what happens when boys and girls are together. Pregnant Mom, prime example. So I was like, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, chill out. There's like a twenty other people from school coming too."
"Oh yeah, twenty? Name them."
Clearly Daddy dearest didn't believe me. "Jess, Adam, Kathleen, Dee, Chris, Krissy, Eric who sits a couple seats away in math, Ian's brother and two of his friends, oh, and Lauren Putnam, ugh, and Lisa, and–"
"Okay."
Ha. He didn't think there really were twenty other people. He didn't even let me say Emma from science, and the couple of kids that I don't know yet who I know are going. Hm, so, long story short (was this story long? I thought it was kind of the shortened version…) Dad was cool with everything, Mom was cool with everything, though she never wasn't.
So on to stuff you actually care about. Well, okay, stuff I actually care about. So when I got to the theater, via one of Jess's sister's cars, almost everyone was crowded in the lobby, which was insane because it was a Friday night and there were a billion other people there anyway. And I found Ian talking to who? You guess it, Lauren. Well, it was more her talking to him, and him trying to get into Eric and Chris's conversation. Hehe, he was not amused by her. He gave me his signature smile-n-high-fives when I got up there. Thankfully once we got into Theater Two someone dragged Lauren away so I could sit by Ian in peace.
We all sort of sat in a clump in the middle in three rows towards the back. I've never seen so many people from my school together before.
Oh come on, I mean outside of school.
We were actually really into the movie this time. It was so funny! I LOVED Finding Nemo! Ian and I talked about it afterwards, and we were quoting it and stuff, having a good time. Like half of the kids left, and the other half of us walked through the parking lot to this like outdoor mall kind of thing to get something to eat. I talked with everyone for a bit before I had to leave with Jess. No good night kiss. Sadly. But there's always more Fridays. Hehe.
Okay, I need some cereal, I've been gushing long enough.
A/n: Well, I hope you enjoy this while I'm slaving away working my tail off at camp. Leave me a nice review to look forward to when I return home. I'll probably be too bruised and sore to sit and use my fingers, but hey, I should still be able to read.