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So here's the long waited chapter 52. Wow. Fifty two is no small number. Especially in my ever slow stories.
If some of you have noticed, there's a poll on my fanfiction profile saying about which character you would like the next story to be about. There is a list of some of my favorite characters.
But first thing's first: we must finish this story! I still have to finish 'A Blessing or A Curse?'
I feel bad for leaving the followers/favers/reviewers there hanging. But not for long! Summer is coming and I certainly hope the stories will be finished until then! (Primus help me)
So now, here's chapter 52:
Only a couple of days have passed since the daycare incident. It wasn't really that much of an incident, but it was a little awkward for me.
I come there to pick up my cousin, only to be told that I have to be a legal guardian, and all of a sudden, my 'guardian' shows up, claiming he's my cousin's guardian!
Isn't that just fine and dandy.
I haven't heard from Dalton during this period of time. Not that I cared much anyway, he was a rather selfish man. But I didn't call him either. I was wondering about Amanda, Pete and Dave. Haven't heard from them either.
They must be in college.
Which reminds me, why am I not in college as well?
But the same logic applies to anything I ask. Many questions, no answers.
So I stopped asking. If I was meant to know, the universe would have somehow made it happen. Somehow I'd find out. Maybe it still isn't time to find out, perhaps, I only need to be patient.
I got out of the house, to get some fresh air. The garage was still in the building process, but it was going to be finished quickly.
As I got down the stairs and into the front yard, I could hear some clicking sounds. Sounded like someone was trying to repair something metal.
Will, Sarah and Annabelle were slowly painting the garage. The three of them were painted, literally, it looked like they were in a little paint fight. Their faces, hair, and not to mention clothes, were completely painted in the color of the garage.
It was a sort of beige color, I liked beige, but it didn't matter much. It looked well with the house. Someone had good taste in paint.
But the clicking sound continued. While the three Lennox's hadn't paid attention, the fourth Lennox, meaning me, was curious.
I moved around the black truck, only to find someone under it. I crouched down, to see Ron presumably fixing the truck.
"Hi. What are you doing?"
"Just some minor repairs." He answered without looking at me. He had a wrench in his hand and as he hit something under the truck, the door swung open.
I was in a crouching position, so falling on my butt didn't hurt much, but I was taken back by the action.
"What's with that?" I breathed out.
"I'm sorry for scaring you, but there were some problems with… controls. And the needed to be fixed. So I fixed them. I hope."
As I got up off the ground and dusted myself off, I noticed the truck was dirty. "You could've cleaned the truck while you were at it."
He got up from under truck, dusting himself off as well. He closed the door that was swung open moments ago, and patted the truck. "Ironhide does need to be washed."
Did I hear that properly? "Who needs to be washed?"
"The truck."
"You named the truck after you?"
"No, I named it after my code-"
"Your codename?"
"Yes."
"God, you're weird Ron." He gave me the eyebrow. "Sorry, but-" I better shut up. "I didn't mean that. it just… strange, that you would name your vehicle after your codename."
"It wasn't really my decision to name it that way. But it is what it is."
My phone started to beep, and I fetched it out of my pocket. I saw the caller was Dalton.
I groaned as I pressed the 'Answer' button. "Hey Dalton."
"Heya Mel! You know that drive-in I once asked you to go with me?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, there's a cool movie tonight. It's called 'The Exorcist'."
"Um, Dalton, I don't want to watch that."
The Exorcist is one of the most horrible movies ever made. Horrific pictures, white eyes, insanity…
I never want to watch that again. Made that mistake with Amanda, maybe eight years ago, when we were about fifteen.
I shivered at the images in my head.
Never again, not the Exorcist.
"Why not? Says here on the reviews it's epic."
"Have you ever even watched the trailer? Much less, the whole movie?"
"Well no, but that's why I invited you."
"Just find another movie."
"Sure thing, I'll call you back."
I hung up and stuffed the phone in my pocket again. I opened the truck door and sat in the seat, my feet dangling from the side. I enjoyed sitting like this.
"Is everything alright?" Ron got by my side.
"Yeah, just Dalton tried to scare the hell out of me." His face darkened. "Just kidding."
He squinted at me, which made me laugh. "Then what is going on?"
"He's trying to get me to go watch a movie with him at a drive-in."
"And you dislike the said movie?"
"Yeah, it's a horror movie, one of the scariest ever made."
"He tried to frighten you?" his voice got deeper.
"Well, he still hasn't frightened me, so don't worry."
"You do realize that as your guardian, I have to go with you."
No. Just no. "Is there any other option?"
"The second option is that you take the truck. That way I won't go with you. I know you like your privacy." He added with a ghost of a smile.
He was right. I like privacy and being free. "Then, we have a deal?" I brought my hand in front of myself.
"Yes, we do. Deal." He shook my hand and then brought it to his lips. A smile stole my face as we stood that way.
We stood that way until he put my hand back down, and a second later, my uncle appeared. "Hey Hide, me and the girls are gonna get cleaned up, you finish the upper part."
With that, he, Sarah and Belle got into the house, all giggling and laughing. They certainly were a happy family.
I turned my head back to Ron, who was still in front of me as I was sitting in the seat. "So what's with the truck? Controls usually aren't down where the suspension and all those things are, right?"
"Right." He said. Maybe I did hear a thing or two from Dalton. Without even listening to him. Oh well. "Just take the truck. If that boy-" he said it in a way as if it was a forbidden word. "Tries anything, well, the truck is already malfunctioning. Don't be surprised if it does something sudden. Like this." He said as the door behind me swung open wildly and clicked back into place.
"Are you sure that's normal? If the truck isn't in working condition, then it shouldn't be driven."
"Oh, its in working condition alright. Just watch that boy doesn't touch you or try anything else. There will be consequences."
"Are you threatening him?"
"No, not at all."
My phone beeped again, Dalton was calling me. "Yeah?"
"Found another movie, 'Titanic'. Want to watch that?"
"Is there one movie on Earth that won't scare the hell out of me or make me cry?" Is he that much of an idiot?
"Well, there's only two movies tonight. 'The Exorcist' and 'Titanic'. So which one do you want?"
Okay, so I have a 'choice'. Either get scare the hell out of me or cry the hell out of me.
Rather have the tears flow than to have nightmares for a month. "We'll watch Titanic." I sighed.
"Great! When do you want me to pick you up?"
"Actually," I looked at Ron, who was looking at me kindly. "I'm taking my friend's truck." I smiled at him as he smiled at me. It was amazing how we seemed to the same actions at the same time, Ron and I. I quite liked it.
There was a pause at his line for a moment. "We can go by my dad's car, he has a Che-"
"My friend's truck or I'm not going." I was sick of this, I really was.
"Okay okay, your friend's truck, got it. Say, he isn't coming with us is he?"
"No, no he isn't."
He seemed to sigh in relief. "Alrighty then, I'll be at the drive-in with the tickets in front of the entrance. Your friend has that tuned GMC Topkick right?"
"That's the one."
"Okey-dokes, see you!"
I finally hung up. I couldn't wait to hang up. Just this movie and I'm done with him. He isn't interesting, he's rather selfish and if I'm not into cars or whatever, he shouldn't be pushing that topic. No means no, and he should know that by now.
Ron patted my knee, pulling me away from my thoughts. Little butterflies pranced in my belly at the touch as I looked up at him, "You better get ready."
"Right." I said as he moved aside and I got into the house. I just hope I watched Titanic before. I'm not in the mood to break down in front of strangers. I hate that. Not that I do it often, but I wouldn't like it anyway.
Hours later…
As I got downstairs, wearing simple blue jeans and a light shirt, I was expecting the weather tonight to be nice.
I told Sarah about my whereabouts, even though Annabelle wanted to come with me and watch The Titanic, I promised her I'd take her one time.
I found Ron in the living room, sitting on the couch. I was… sort of excited to see him.
What kind of an idiot am I? Having feelings for my guardian.
Though he was really nice to look at.
But, I'm not really sure in those feelings. Am I?
What's with me and questioning myself?
"You look like you don't really want to go." Ron said, preparing to stand up.
Before he stood up, I sat down, plopping right next to him. "I don't."
"Then tell him you don't want to. He cannot persuade you in doing something you don't want to."
"I know."
"If you want, I can talk with him."
"No." I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Gotta do this on my own."
"You always did things your own way." His voice deepened and got quieter, making my heart flutter. Yeah, I'm definitely having feelings for him.
Fuck my life.
I jerked up, "What time is it?"
"Twenty minutes to eight." He said without looking at a watch or anything that could show the time.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Shit, shit, shit…" I'm going to be so late. "Where are the keys?"
He sat up as well, standing right in front of me. "You don't need them," he tapped my forehead, making me smile. "Remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. Well, I'm off."
"Just don't forget the truck is having some problems, alright?"
"Won't forget, got it." I hurried to the door, quickly saying 'Bye' to Ron and jogging to the truck.
Half an hour later, I managed to get to the drive-in, the truck was surprisingly fast and easy to drive.
I spotted Dalton and I could immediately tell he was boring himself with waiting. God knows how long he was standing there.
He walked alongside the truck, since the doors wouldn't unlock when I pressed the button for them to do, so Dalton guided me to a spot that was vacant. Parking the truck successfully and pressing the unlock button, I wasn't surprised it didn't unlock.
"Don't do this to me." I said, pressing the button again. I noticed Dalton was looking at me strangely, clearly not getting why he couldn't get in the passenger seat, he was standing right next to its door.
I smiled awkwardly, pretending to search for something and raising a finger up to Dalton, telling him that I only need one minute to complete my 'search'.
"You're embarrassing me."
Even though it might have been strange to talk to the truck/radio, whoever or whatever was talking back at me all this time, I had gotten used to it pretty quickly. It was strange for me at first, but I'm used to it now.
And I quite like it.
Finally the door unlocked as Dalton sat in. I only now noticed he was carrying a huge bag of popcorn and two giant sized Coca-Colas. "Thanks." I said as he handed me the Coca-Cola and put the popcorn on the center console.
"So, we're watching 'The Exorcist'."
What? "No we're not. We're watching Titanic."
"Actually, I bought The Exorcist."
That asshole. "What's wrong with you? We agreed to watch Titani-"
"Yeah, but I wanted to watch The Exorcist."
Is he kidding me? "Are you really that selfish?"
"I bought the tickets, I bought the food and drinks and-"
"And what?"
"I wanted to watch The Exorcist." He said it in a way as if it was a nebulous.
Bastard.
I crossed my arms as the commercials were passing away. Damn, I am going to have nightmares because of this.
"Here, have some popcorn." He offered. Well fuck him.
I took all of it and settled it in my lap. "I think I will."
But Dalton being the idiot most guys are, didn't even notice I was angry at him. He just kept eating and drinking at the same time, and it made me sick.
I looked out the window, seeing young people like myself and Dalton in much, much older trucks and family sedans, sitting on the hoods of their cars.
I couldn't stand a moment next to Dalton, so I opened the door and got out. "Hey where are you-"
I shut the door and using my truck climbing skills, got onto the hood. The front bumper was quite solid. I leaned on the windshield and didn't care for the world.
I suddenly heard shaking inside the truck. I could hear something shaking. As I turned around, I could see Dalton's seat jumping up and down as if it was possessed.
Dalton leapt out of the truck, petrified and climbed onto the hood next to me. "W-What's with that truck?!"
"SHHH!" people scolded him and I joined in, just for the fun.
"Yeah, it's been having some problems, my friend warned me about them." Though I didn't expect that seat to be shaking like that. I was seriously doubting the safety of the truck.
"Really?"
I shrugged. "It's what he told me. I trust him when he talks to me."
The truck underneath me seemed to purr. I have no idea how that was possible for a truck, but it was content with something.
"Are you sure the springs inside the seats aren't out of place?"
"Could be." I shrugged again.
"Damn, let's just watch the movie." He said, sitting himself happily on the windshield as if nothing happened just moments ago.
I couldn't possibly watch the movie. The speakers were so loud, so that the whole parking lot could hear the movie, and the screams were horrible.
I covered my ears with my hands and closed shut my eyes. I formed myself in a fetus position, bringing my knees close to my chest.
I refuse to watch this!
"Dude!" I heard someone call someone. From our right, there was a guy and his girlfriend on the hood of another car, hugging each other. "If she doesn't wanna watch this, don't make her!" the guy yelled.
Wish I had someone like that, caring for me. "Oh she's good. Right Mel?" he called me Mel, which I absolutely hated, as he swung an arm around my shoulders and brought me close to him.
I wasn't comfortable in this position. Half of my legs were going to fall off the side of the hood and the upper half of my body was pressed roughly against Dalton's chest. The hell is with this guy? I'm not his toy.
I heard a small movement and then a scream from Dalton.
"Ow motherfucker!" he swore as he gripped the fingers of his right hand, as if something had just pinched him. I moved away from him.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Damn windshield wiper struck me."
Well it should have done that a long time ago, to be honest. As long as the truck didn't hurt me, which surprisingly it didn't, I was safe.
Pure logic.
"Here," he brought his pinched red fingers to my face," want to kiss it so it will heal faster?" he added a smile and a puppy face.
Is he trying to be romantic?
Fuck you, is what I wanted to tell him.
"No." I shook my head and looked at him in disgust.
"C'mon it's just a teenie-weenie little kiss?" he tried his luck again.
The wiper fluid suddenly struck him in the face. "OH SHIT! This burns!" he yelled through the whole parking lot and rubbed his eyes. People were already being freaked out by the movie, now, they're being freaked out by Dalton rolling on the floor.
Honestly, when I met this guy, I did NOT expect to this.
Why is there absolutely no normal person on Earth?
Some people ignored the movie and started laughing at him. I laughed as well, but quickly stopped, seeing him getting up from the ground.
"Alright, alright, I'm good, I'm good." He repeated himself as he climbed up on the hood of the truck again.
"I can't watch this anymore." I told him.
"You don't have to."
Finally.
I got off the hood and into the truck. He knocked on the windshield. "What are you doing?"
"Going home!"
He got off the hood as well and into the passenger seat, but kept the door open. "But movie is still running!"
"Nope! Not anymore!" the radio blasted.
And suddenly, there was a sort of buzzing sound as if someone was hacking into something and the huge display said these words: "Leave her alone or there will be disciplinary consequences."
Must've been some badass hacker. People were yelling and complaining, totally ignoring the sign on the screen, jumping off their cars and marching into the booth that displayed the movie onto the big screen. Things were going to get messy.
"Either come with me or I'm going home. Your choice." I told him, turning on the truck.
He seemed to think it over. God, how he annoys me. Wish I had some company here, to beat the crap out of him.
After a while he did answer, "Alright, leave me at the café."
With that, we rolled out of the drive-in.
I drove slowly towards the café, and once we got there, we waited for his dad or someone else to come pick him up.
We got out of the truck and I didn't expect it to be cold. It really was cold. Wish I brought a jacked with me.
The truck was trying to cool its engine, but instead of sucking cold air in to cool the engine, it was 'breathing' warm air out straight onto me.
Very uncommon. But I was used to uncommon things. I am, after all, a very easily adaptable person.
"So Mel…"
"Don't call me that."
"Have any plans for the weekend?"
Oh God, please tell me he isn't going to ask me out or something stupid like that. "Yes, I do."
"Really, what kind of plans?"
"None of your business."
"C'mon babe, why so serious?" I didn't expect that.
"When's your dad coming? You know, I don't have to wait here. I can just go home." I crossed my arms as I leaned on the cold concrete wall of the café.
"Dunno, should be here in a couple of minutes." He said as he stood in front of me. He wasn't as sweet or cute as I thought he was. He is such an asshole. "Anyway…" He got closer to me.
"What?"
"Maybe… You and I… We should… Like, totally…" I could feel his breath on my neck is how close was. "Hook up." his lips turned into a sly grin.
"No." I shook my head and moved aside, breaking the invisible 'box' he was holding me in.
"Come on, I know you-"
"You know what?"
"I know you want me to kiss you."
I was silent. This guy is either retarded or really, really retarded. "No."
"It's just a kiss, you could just…" he put his fingers under my chin and brought my chin closer to his.
Of course, I jerked away, I didn't want to be kissed by him. I didn't want to be in any kind of relationship with him.
Seeing my refusal, he put both his hands on my face and started roughly bringing his face to mine.
Suddenly, my hand struck his nose, causing instant bleeding.
Was this self-defense? To me it looked like it was. How the hell did I know self-defense?
Screw that question, I think Dalton is pissed. I just punched him across the face and my hands and feet were positioned in what seemed as an accurate fighting stance.
"Why you little!" he roared, making me scared. As soon as my 'Fight or Flight' instincts were triggered, Dalton got pushed into a wall.
He looked at the person who did that to him. I looked at the person as well.
"Listen to me well, you little runt-" the thundering, threatening voice, the bodybuilder figure, the protectiveness… Only one person. "I don't care who you are or what planet you come from, you dare touch her and I WILL kill you. Did I make myself clear?"
Dalton stared at him, fear taking over his eyes. "AM I CLEAR?!" he got pushed into the wall roughly again. Dalton fell to the ground, feeling helpless as always. He was very much conscious, but very weak.
"Y…Y-Yes." He managed to mutter.
"Good. Now get out of here." Pushing him away, the man turned towards me. "You alright?" his, now kind voice, surprised me.
"Yeah. What are you doing here?"
"Couldn't let my girl go away unprotected, now could I?"
I grinned at the 'my girl'. "Yeah, but you said you wouldn't come."
"There's a lot of things I say." He chuckled, totally dismissing Dalton, as if he were never here.
We got into the truck, he was the driver and I was his compatriot.
The ride, quiet as ever, was really enjoying. Clearly he was a better driver than I was ever going to be.
I was pretty much, during the whole ride, looking at my feet and thinking things through. One day, one day I'm going to learn the whole truth. I don't care how or when, but I will. Nothing will stop me.
That said, I noticed we were fairly quickly home. Maybe I was just too lost in thought to notice the time that passed quickly.
Ron drove up the driveway, parking next to beige colored garage. He exited the truck, but I didn't move.
Ron came to my side and opened the door for me. Unbuckling myself and getting out, I turned towards Ron.
I gave him a long, warm embrace. "Thank you." My emotions were getting out. My head nuzzled with his neck and chest a little, as the butterflies in my stomach made me really excited and happy.
But the thing that was most wonderful to me, is the fact that he hugged me back. I was hugging him around the neck, he was hugging me around the waist.
It was such a dear moment I would never like to let go, but like all things, it had come to an end.
I had to let go of him, even though we both had smiles plastered on our faces. This was amazing.
And to think it all started with Dalton.
So! Here we go! Took me so much time to write. Hopefully, we covered more than half of this fic. (hopefully, because I hope to have the whole summer to Me, Myself and I! – Just kidding, I love to hang around here)
There are still many, many more things to come. This might as well be the longest chapter I've written for this fic, going at about 4.300 words. It isn't a small number. It certainly takes time to write something like this.
So as always, I want to hear your opinions, I've got some great PM's from you great people, you wouldn't believe how creative you are.
Also, I didn't really mean to make Dalton a bad guy, honestly. I wanted him to be the sweet and nice type, but this came out of my head. But I still like it a lot. Not all guys are that bad.
*And one more very very important thing:
Internet is being a b*tch and I can't upload as often as I'd want to. So whenever you get an update during this summer vacation, consider yourselves lucky.
