Okay so I lied. This was supposed to be way longer but it wasn't because I wanted the whole chapter to be revolved around Cheyenne. And also the fight scene is now moved to chapter 23 for now. And sorry for not replying, I had most of this chapter written on my computer and I forgot to save it and someone turned off my computer so I lost the chapter. And then it happened again once I rewrote what I lost. So I lost interest until now. Now go read.
Chapter Twenty One: Reunions
"Let me get this straight: you think Winry's hot, and that's it?" I asked a little excitedly.
"Pretty much."
"So does that mean…?"
"First things first, I need to get Al's original body back, then I can worry about my personal life." Ed explained.
"Fair enough."
A few minutes later Ed and I were walking side by side into the shop, where I started to yawn, and got sent to bed.
I stood, surrounded by my family and friends, in my red and white kitchen. Yes, kitchen. You see, when you walk into my house the first room you enter is my kitchen. Anyway, I saw Samantha's parents looking horribly sadden standing rather close to each other by the counter; a police officer standing a foot away from the door, looking solemn; a few of Samantha and I's closest friends like Nellie, Andrew, Jesse, Abel, Justice, Lucas, and Molly scattered in the crowd; my mother sitting in one of wooden chairs at the table, crying hysterically, and my father trying to calm my mother down. . .wait, what?
"Surprised?"Peter asked, appearing out of nowhere by Cheyenne's side.
"Why the hell is that bastard here?" I shouted a little shocked that no one was looking at Peter and I.
"It may come to a shock for you, but your dad actually cares about you."
"Then why-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before the cop interrupted me.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing left for us to do. Your daughters have been missing for two weeks; it's safe to say they're dead." The cop directed to Samantha and I's parents.
"That's complete crap! You can't just give up on them!" My cousin, Madelyn, yelled at the unsuspecting cop. I hadn't even noticed she was here, but I was glad she was standing up for me. She was practically my sister for as long as I could remember.
"I'm not going to sugar coat it, your daughter is dead." The cop gave a cold glare at Madelyn for her temper.
"What would you do if she was your daughter? Would you give up on her? Would you let her die when you could do something to save her?" Madelyn countered, raising her voice an octave out of rage.
"Goodbye." He said before leaving the house.
"Asshole." Madelyn muttered under her breathe before moving through people to get to my friends.
"That was awesome." Andrew chuckled as he high fived Madelyn, though I could see in his eyes that he was anything but happy.
"I can't believe they're gone." Nellie spoke up after a few moments of silence.
"Good riddance." Jesse mumbled, getting many glares directed towards him.
"Quit lying to yourself, Jesse. You know you had a thing for Cheyenne." Lucas scolded Jesse. Jesse blushed deeply then stuffed his hands in his pockets and shut himself up.
"I'm going to miss talking to Cheyenne." Abel muttered in his thick Spanish accent.
"We're all going to miss them." Molly corrected Abel.
"I remember Cheyenne used to always let me use her headphones and how both of them talked me out of killing myself." Justice half heartedly chuckled.
"Because they both cared about you and didn't want to see you get hurt." Madelyn explained.
"Why are you showing me this?" I asked Peter. Seeing them talk about me like I was dead pained me.
"Because you need to see this. Remember when you first met them?"
"Yeah. Nellie became friends with Samantha in sixth grade, then Nellie invited me to sit with her and Molly at lunch in seventh when I sat alone. Lucas and Jesse were my group partners for an animation project in digital art. Justice saw me listening to music and asked to borrow my headphones. Andrew couldn't give me a compliment in block class in middle school, so when we sat by each other he always talked to me. And Abel called me British Girl in block class in middle school when he sat next to me because he thought my accent sounded British." I listed off, smiling at each memory.
"We can't give up on them. We have to keep looking for them." Madelyn persuaded the group.
"How? The police said it's hopeless." Molly reminded Madelyn.
"Screw the cops. If they won't help us, we'll do it ourselves." Abel exclaimed.
"What if we get in trouble?" Nellie asked a little worried.
"You're best friends are missing and you're worried about getting in trouble?" Lucas snapped at Nellie.
"I'm sure it's not like that. We all want to find them and fighting won't help." Andrew tried to calm down the group.
"Then let's go." Jesse ordered the group. After their little discussion, the group then walked out of the house to go search for Samantha and I.
"God I miss them." I sighed.
"The guys more than the girls." Peter muttered under his breath with a smirk.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Admit it; you once had a thing for Abel, Andrew, Jesse, and Justice."
"So? That was in middle school. Besides, they didn't feel the same way."
"Well now you know at least one of them likes you back."
"But I don't anymore."
"Whatever."
"Why are we here? Why is it important for me to see this?" I cut right to the chase.
"Because you need to know that people in both worlds care about you. You think you're not worth anyone's time, but that's a lie. You need to get over your anger and make up with Greed."
"Not this again." I sighed.
"Yes, again. This is important."
"Go lecture some other girl." I snapped at him, then walked away. I didn't even notice where I was going until I could hear crying right in front of me. I looked ahead and noticed my mother sitting in the same chair she was sitting in before and my father standing beside her, trying to comfort her.
"Its okay, Jonna. We'll find Cheyenne." He reassured my mother. That just made me pissed.
"Like he actually cared whether or not I was found." I growled.
"Follow me." Peter hissed as he grabbed my arm, not really allowing me the choice to follow him or not. He led me up the stairs and into my bedroom. The walls were wooden and dark brown with a bright yellow trim. I always hated the color or my room. My door was painted yellow with Winnie the Pooh climbing a tree and holding a green balloon painted on the door. My mother never let me paint over it. A poster of The Joker from the Dark Knight was taped on the wall next to my bed along with pictures of my friends and drawings of zombies, Gir from Invader Zim, and many other things I had collected from my friends. My bed rose two and a half feet off the floor and sat in the upper left corner of my room with pillows and blankets lying messily all over the bed. Across from the bed was my medium sized grey TV resting atop my wooden desk. Laid neatly on my desk was my writing notebook, a pencil, and my iPod. God how I missed music from this world. In the upper right corner was my dresser with movie tickets taped all over the front of the drawers. Right next to my dresser sat my book shelf with notebooks, manga, zombie books, and other books along the lines of Alice in Wonderland, The Hunger Games, Divergent, The Enemy, Rot and Ruin, and other things crammed onto the shelves. There was also a small bedside table next to my bed with a lamp and many papers occupying the table. Damn did I miss this room.
"Why are we up here?" I asked irritably.
"Why do you hate your father?" peter questioned me, changing the topic completely.
"Because he abandoned my mother and I."
"No he didn't."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"He didn't just upright and leave. Your mother divorced him."
"Then why wouldn't she tell me about it?"
"Because she was having an affair. When he found out, she got a divorce and a restraining order because she didn't want people to think she was a whore. She also won custody of you."
"How do know about this?"
"I've made connections on the other side."
"If you've made connections, will you let me talk to some people in this world?"
"I don't know. It could change the balance of both worlds."
"Don't pull all of this mystical save the world crap; I just want to talk to my friends and dad for a few minutes. Please?"
"Fine, but if I get in trouble I'm gonna hunt your ass."
"Fair enough."
"Now that this little love fest is over, it's time to send you back to your world."
"Peter?" I asked before he could do anything.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks. For everything."
"Anytime, Anne." Peter smirked, using my nickname he gave me three years ago.
"Haven't you heard? I'm Brown-Eyes now." I chuckled, but stopped once I remembered Greed gave me the nickname.
"Just go back to him."
"Can I go back now?" I asked, dodging the subject.
"Yeah." He sighed. The next thing I knew I was waking up on the floor in the spare room at the automail shop Winry worked at.
"Goodbye Peter."
All of the friends mentioned in this chapter, including Madelyn, are all real people. The guys are more of cheyenne's friend then Samantha's. And almost everything said from Cheyenne and the characters mentioned in the story is real. And yes my room actually looks like that. I added all of this stuff so that you guys could understand Cheyenne more. But the stuff about Cheyenne's parents are not real. And don't forget to vote on the poll on my profile. Now review dammit!