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Parenting 101
Desperation
Chapter 7
Val rolled over groggily towards the screaming baby laying on a pillow that had been set on a
chair. She rose in the dark and groped her way to the Monique. Val heard a groan somewhere in the
black. Brooke sat up and grumbled uphappily. Brooke gripped her alarm clock and glared in shock
at the red numbers. 2:17. Brooke set the clock down with a thud.
"Val, it's two o'clock in the morning! Shut the stupid doll up so I can go back to sleep." Brooke
snapped. Val nodded, even though she knew Brooke couldn't see her through the pitch black.
"Yeah I'm working on it, okay?" Val cried. "And Monique isn't a doll." Brooke rolled her eyes and
flopped back on her pillows. Val exhaled and turned the key in Monique's back. The key made her
stop crying. Val sighed at the silence and sat down on her bed. She was wide awake now. A slow,
steady smile spread across her lips as she remembered Tyler...and the kiss. Val fell back on her
bed, grinning up at the ceiling. But then doubt burned in the back of her brain. It crept in very
slowly, but Val could feel it and began to think about it.
"What if it doesn't change anything?" Val whispered her doubtful thoughts softly to herself. Her
sister was snoring quietly in the bed a few feet over. "What if it was just the right moment for
it and it doesn't mean a thing? Maybe it was just a spontaneous little nothing kiss. But it meant
something to me. Did it mean anything to Tyler?" Val shook her head, a nervous, empty feeling knawing
at her stomache.
Tyler sighed. It was impossible to sleep. His mind was going to fast and he couldn't think about
anything, except Val. Val. The only word that really stood out in his thoughts. Tyler jumped out
of his bed and made his way down the huge, tile hall to the stairs. His footsteps echoed through
the enormous home. Tyler stumbled through the dining room, where he had once had dinner with Val
and stepped into the kitchen. He down a glass of water in one gulp. Tyler looked at the bright
clock perched over the sink. It was 2:19. Tyler's eyes traveled to the phone sitting next on a
small desk in the corner. 'Val!' his mind seemed to be screaming. Tyler shook his head, protesting
his own thoughts.
"I can't call her." He whispered fiercely to no one. "It's very late. I wouldn't want to wake her."
The phone glimmered in the light coming in from the window. It looked as though it was calling to
him, begging him even, to give Val a call. Tyler shook his head one last time before he went back
to his room.
(Author's Note: Sorry but I had to include a little J/C action here. It only seemed right)
Caitie stirred in her bed. It hadn't been a very sound sleep. All she could think of was Jamie, and
those thoughts never let her sleep. The movie, she thought. What had it been about? The only thing
she remember about the movie was Jamie's skin touched her's, making her tingle all over. His knee
slightly rubbing her leg from him tapping his foot. His shoulder being smashed against her's and
his face only inches away. She remember the sound of his breathing and the rise and fall of his
chest, rythmic and steady. What had the movie been called? Caitie couldn't have told you if her
life depended on it, but she could fill you in on what type of cologne Jamie was wearing and what
his entire outfit had been. Caitie rolled her eyes at her own patheticness. It was sad the way she
drank in every detail of Jamie, but it seemed he didn't even know she was there. Caitie sighed sadly.
She knew that what she felt for Jamie couldn't never been returned. This type of love was the kind
that could only possibly be felt one way. Caitie shut her eyes to trap in the desperate tears and
rolled over. She didn't want to think about it anymore.
Jamie sat perched on his window sill, gazing at the soft moonlight dancing on the grass below his
window. It was a beautiful night, but of course, the only thoughts on his mind were Caitie. That
lovely creature who was his best friend, probably the greatest friend he'd ever had. And now his
feelings for her ruined everything. He couldn't just stay friends with her, but then he didn't want
anything to change. Jamie sighed angrily at himself.
"Ugh Waite," He scolded softly, "Why do you always have to screw things up?" Jamie shook his head,
feeling desperate and lonely. Caitie and him...they were friends. Nothing more. Jamie wanted more
than anything to change that, but he was scared that he couldn't. What if Caitie didn't feel the
same way. Well of course she doesn't, he reasoned. It'd be a one in a million chance. And I don't
have that kind of luck.
*Okay okay. It's not about Val and Tyler. But the next chapter will be! I promise. I like this
chapter. Let me know what u thought of it...and make it more than "Cool" or "Liked it"..please?
okay thanks*
Parenting 101
Desperation
Chapter 7
Val rolled over groggily towards the screaming baby laying on a pillow that had been set on a
chair. She rose in the dark and groped her way to the Monique. Val heard a groan somewhere in the
black. Brooke sat up and grumbled uphappily. Brooke gripped her alarm clock and glared in shock
at the red numbers. 2:17. Brooke set the clock down with a thud.
"Val, it's two o'clock in the morning! Shut the stupid doll up so I can go back to sleep." Brooke
snapped. Val nodded, even though she knew Brooke couldn't see her through the pitch black.
"Yeah I'm working on it, okay?" Val cried. "And Monique isn't a doll." Brooke rolled her eyes and
flopped back on her pillows. Val exhaled and turned the key in Monique's back. The key made her
stop crying. Val sighed at the silence and sat down on her bed. She was wide awake now. A slow,
steady smile spread across her lips as she remembered Tyler...and the kiss. Val fell back on her
bed, grinning up at the ceiling. But then doubt burned in the back of her brain. It crept in very
slowly, but Val could feel it and began to think about it.
"What if it doesn't change anything?" Val whispered her doubtful thoughts softly to herself. Her
sister was snoring quietly in the bed a few feet over. "What if it was just the right moment for
it and it doesn't mean a thing? Maybe it was just a spontaneous little nothing kiss. But it meant
something to me. Did it mean anything to Tyler?" Val shook her head, a nervous, empty feeling knawing
at her stomache.
Tyler sighed. It was impossible to sleep. His mind was going to fast and he couldn't think about
anything, except Val. Val. The only word that really stood out in his thoughts. Tyler jumped out
of his bed and made his way down the huge, tile hall to the stairs. His footsteps echoed through
the enormous home. Tyler stumbled through the dining room, where he had once had dinner with Val
and stepped into the kitchen. He down a glass of water in one gulp. Tyler looked at the bright
clock perched over the sink. It was 2:19. Tyler's eyes traveled to the phone sitting next on a
small desk in the corner. 'Val!' his mind seemed to be screaming. Tyler shook his head, protesting
his own thoughts.
"I can't call her." He whispered fiercely to no one. "It's very late. I wouldn't want to wake her."
The phone glimmered in the light coming in from the window. It looked as though it was calling to
him, begging him even, to give Val a call. Tyler shook his head one last time before he went back
to his room.
(Author's Note: Sorry but I had to include a little J/C action here. It only seemed right)
Caitie stirred in her bed. It hadn't been a very sound sleep. All she could think of was Jamie, and
those thoughts never let her sleep. The movie, she thought. What had it been about? The only thing
she remember about the movie was Jamie's skin touched her's, making her tingle all over. His knee
slightly rubbing her leg from him tapping his foot. His shoulder being smashed against her's and
his face only inches away. She remember the sound of his breathing and the rise and fall of his
chest, rythmic and steady. What had the movie been called? Caitie couldn't have told you if her
life depended on it, but she could fill you in on what type of cologne Jamie was wearing and what
his entire outfit had been. Caitie rolled her eyes at her own patheticness. It was sad the way she
drank in every detail of Jamie, but it seemed he didn't even know she was there. Caitie sighed sadly.
She knew that what she felt for Jamie couldn't never been returned. This type of love was the kind
that could only possibly be felt one way. Caitie shut her eyes to trap in the desperate tears and
rolled over. She didn't want to think about it anymore.
Jamie sat perched on his window sill, gazing at the soft moonlight dancing on the grass below his
window. It was a beautiful night, but of course, the only thoughts on his mind were Caitie. That
lovely creature who was his best friend, probably the greatest friend he'd ever had. And now his
feelings for her ruined everything. He couldn't just stay friends with her, but then he didn't want
anything to change. Jamie sighed angrily at himself.
"Ugh Waite," He scolded softly, "Why do you always have to screw things up?" Jamie shook his head,
feeling desperate and lonely. Caitie and him...they were friends. Nothing more. Jamie wanted more
than anything to change that, but he was scared that he couldn't. What if Caitie didn't feel the
same way. Well of course she doesn't, he reasoned. It'd be a one in a million chance. And I don't
have that kind of luck.
*Okay okay. It's not about Val and Tyler. But the next chapter will be! I promise. I like this
chapter. Let me know what u thought of it...and make it more than "Cool" or "Liked it"..please?
okay thanks*
