Author's Note: Firsthand, I'd like to say I apologize for my long absence. I got attacked by loads of homework in October, then of course I just had to get sick throughout the whole month of November. It's Saturday and I'm not busy at the moment, so I decided to update, because I owe you guys. Again, I'm sorry. School and people just don't like me anymore, haha. Anyways, enjoy!
Chucky's Curse
Chapter Twenty-Four
"Wake up, sunshine!"
A sarcastic, greedy, and uptight tone awoke Amber up the next morning. When her eyes flew open she was greeted by the infamous Charles Lee Ray. His hair was tousled, his smile wide, and his icy blue eyes twinkling with amusement. Charles gave off a certain vibe to Amber that made you want to punch him the face, but then help him off the ground and give him a hug.
"Oh, hi," She grumbled.
"You look great," Charles joked.
Amber got a glimpse from a nearby mirror of her appearance - knotty and messy hair that made her look like Edward Scissorhands gave her a haircut.
"That's exactly what every girl wants to hear in the morning," Amber snapped, and she shoved Charles away.
He chuckled. "Come on, get dressed! Tiffany found an iHop that's nearby and I'm hungry. This motel's food sucks."
Nodding grimly, Amber stood and grabbed any random outfit from her bag. She changed in the bathroom, did her hair, then emerged, only to find Charles sprawled out on her bed.
"Hey, asshole, get up," Amber called as she began lacing her converse.
Charles's expression looked greatly amused from what Amber could tell from afar.
"Alright, but don't hate on me!" Charles said, sitting up.
Amber began lacing her other shoe. "I wasn't hating," she replied.
He rolled his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock."
"You're not a bad person," Amber sighed softly. Embarrassed by what she said, her hands fumbled with the laces, and she struggled to undo the knot she formed.
Charles was silent, until he finally said, "I don't believe that."
"People make mistakes."
"My mistakes were intended, though."
Amber finally got the knot undone, and she tied her shoe correctly. Looking up, she stared at Charles sincerely. He stared back.
"'I feel like I'm the worst so I try to act the best,'" Amber quoted.
Charles was confused. "What?"
"It's a song lyric," She said shortly. "And I think it fits you."
Charles pursed his lips. Then he said, "C'mon, let's go, the others are waiting in the car."
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iHop was delicious. Amber hadn't eaten it in a while. The last time she did, it had been with her mom and dad, when she was twelve. The thought of her mother gave Amber heartache, but she tried to enjoy herself. Plus, how could she not? She was seated with Glen by her side, their knees and forearms almost touching, and just knowing she'd able to get to do the same tonight in a theater by themselves made her smile.
"Ready for tonight?" Glen whispered to her as they walked out.
"You know it!" She grinned back.
For once, she felt content, and not a single thought of Jaycee passed her mind.
