Hey guys! I'm back from the trip! Got to see some family, got a dollar from a drunk guy…fun stuff!
QOTC: um… I'm out of ideas. Here: Creative or survival Minecraft? I'm gonna go… well it depends. I can't choose.
So, like I told you, there is like… some ANs. Not many. But woo hoo! Please excuse all the typos last chappie, you see, I had to type it out on my phone and txt it to KKK in order for her to copy and paste it. So typos. And I fixed it now. Yeah. But ya'll owe K a big thank you, cuz u normally wouldn't have gotten that until now!
Also, kudos to Nafia for her help with A LOT of stuff right now. K and Nafia rock, check out there stories. For meee!
Starting now, here's what I wrote in my journal…
(So guys, I'm at dinner right now, but I'm bored, and don't really have a taste for fish. So why not write?)
Tosh's POV
Was that…? No. It can't be. She looks so different, more mature, more…beautiful.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" She inquired, her stormy blue eyes looking at me unsurely and nervously. I explained who I was, almost mentioning I had a crush on her in high school. Seeing her again opened up my thoughts, distracting me from everything around me. After we exchanged a few words, she and her friends walked away, leaving me behind. My two best friends, Dylan and Jack, came up behind me.
"Tosh, who was that?" Brady said in a smug voice, still wearing his usual goofy grin.
"A girl I went to high school with." I mumbled, feeling as though I was caught in a trance, watching her walk away. She turned a corner and disappeared.
"Well, now I know why you're blushing!" Dylan's sarcastic remark snapped me back into reality, and I whipped around to face them. I probably was red.
"Hey, you think I like her? Psshhh…" I waved them off, but they obviously didn't believe me. Thankfully, they dropped the subject, and we continued on our way to the bar. We usually only got one beer and some fries, but we also like to watch the football there.
"Whaddya want to drink?" The man asked as we plopped down into the high seats.
"Three Coronas, please," I turned to Brady, "Who's playing today?"
"Saints." He responded, pulling out a couple bills to pay. Dylan and I always pay him back after.
"New Orleans Saints?"
"Are there any other Saints, Tosh?" He smirked, handing the money to the bartender.
"Shaddap."
That night, as we drank our beers, ate fries, and watched the Saints beat the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, I couldn't keep my thoughts from drifting back to Brooke.
('bout to go to wedding. And kudos to K. Ya'll owe her big time.)
(yeah… that's all I had in my journal. So now I continue it!)
Jason's POV
I walked out to the mailbox, whistling and tossing the keys which jingling echoed down the road. I winced as my elbow slightly bumped into my torso. It was still stiff and a little sore, but it didn't really bother me unless I touched it. Unlocking the mail box, I pulled out the small stack of papers and started to sort through the mail. There was a congratulations letter from Tia, and a letter from "Allison Trotta" to Brooke. Hmm. I wonder what that is. There was also a little slip that actually looked interesting. That's only because I saw some pumpkins printed on it, and it was colorful. It read:
Fallen Hills Neiborhood Fall Festival! 5:00pm to 11:00pm at the park on the field. Games for kids, free dinner, and a dance floor. There will be no peanuts or soy due to allergies-
I stopped reading the rest.I love this thing! Our neighborhood puts it together every year. It's really fun, actually. The food is nice. It's fried chicken, so yeah… of course it's good! Last year, and the year before, some of the guys brought their girlfriends. Not all of us had one, but still. I think it was the guys, and then for girls it was just Tia, Kate, Alize, and I think Rachel. I know that Tia and Alize have been twice, and that Sam and Brooke are the only ones who haven't been yet. I guess it's time.
Brooke's POV
"Bye Ms. Brooke!" Andrew's voice called out from where he stood in the doorway. I smiled waved back to him and his dad and headed back out to the car. I was driving down the road when I almost made a left turn instead of a right. Even though it's been weeks, I still forget that I live with my friends now.
Friends.
Its funny how, just a few months ago, that word meant nothing to me.
…
"Hey Brooke. How was piano?" Sky asked as I walked in the door. He was on the couch, reading, with Coal curled up in his lap.
"Good. I see you're taking a liking to Coal, eh?" I said with a smirk, hanging the keys on the rack.
"Yes, yes I am." He responded proudly, and a moment after, Jason came through the door.
"Hey guys guess what's happening this weekend?" He raised his head, shouting so it echoed through the house.
"What?" Came Jerome's distant call. Pounding of feet sounded as they came rushing down the stairs. Jason just simply held up a small flyer covered in little pumpkin drawings. I peered closer to get a good look. Before I could read it, Jason explained what it was.
"It's the neighborhood fall festival that they hold each year. It's gonna be awesome!" He enthusiastically punched a fist in the air, and I went up to stand behind him. He wrapped an arm around me, and I smiled. It was…nice, to know that someone loved me.
Well, does he?
I'm not sure. But I'll keep on thinking that. I just hope…
I hope that Tosh doesn't get in the way.
…
After Jason explained the festival in depth-which sounded really fun/frightening- he handed out the rest of the mail. I got a letter from Allison, one of my piano students, saying that she was sorry that my dad had passed away and that I had to move. It did bring back some bad feelings, but when Jason came over and hugged me from behind, I felt reassured all over again. I still tensed up a little sometimes when he would kiss me lightly or even sometimes just hug me, but I was trying to get used to it.
That night, when everyone was asleep, Jason and I were laying down on the couch at 11:00pm watching some Star Wars. Turns out it's one was his favorite movies. I mean, his YouTube channel is Minecraft Universe… I guess it makes sense.
It was cold, and there were no blankets down stairs. Jason slid over towards me. "Are you cold?" he asked.
"A little bit," I admitted.
"I have a solution," Jason said, and suddenly I'm wrapped in his arms. I look up into his light blue eyes, and he smiles. Beneath his confident façade, though, I can see him wondering how I'm going to react. It makes me feel sort of fuzzy inside, having him watch out for me. "Is this better?"
"Yes," I smiled back. "Thanks, Jason." I turned around, burying my nose into a pillow, expecting us to just cuddle for a little while. Instead, I feel his hands softly brush along my arms.
"Is this better?" he asks, before spinning me back around and kissing me. I feel eyelashes tickle my cheekbone as he blinks.
"Definitely," I whisper, snuggling into his warm embrace. I trembled, a little, I think, but I was just trying to rid my thoughts of Tosh at the moment and focus them on Jason. A while ago, I would have been terrified. I still am, but a less that before. But now I feel like if I were a cat, I'd be purring as Jason starts to play with my hair, pressing me so close against him that I can feel his heart beating.
I hope he loves me. Because I love him.
Yay! Updated guys! Be proud! I know I had announcements to make, but… I'm having issues and forgot 'em all. Watch me be at school tomorrow and beat myself up for not remembering them XD lol.
Alrighty, cya later!