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AN: I'm so excited that you guys like this! I wuz so worried that you'd hate it...N/e way, some people gave me some great ideas, and I'm gonna use them. (Thanks to Meghan 4 the idea about Shelby!) Don't worry, Shelby is coming back...sort of...and also, this chapter will definitely be longer! Sorry the last one was so short! Here it goes...
Maybe Someday
Chapter 2 - You're not alone
Scott followed Peter into his office and slumped into the chair he'd grown to know quite well in the past few months. He ran a hand through his sandy hair.
"So, what's up?" He tried to keep his voice normal.
"How have you been feeling recently, Scott?" Peter asked, genuinely concerned.
"Isn't that more of a group question?"
"I thought you'd be more comfortable answering with no one else here." Peter looked at Scott. He stared at the floor.
"I've been feeling..." His voice trailed off as he tried to decide whether or not to be honest. He decided against it. He wasn't in the mood to open up. He never was anymore, not without Shelby to talk to. "I'm fine Peter." Scott finally answered. "Look, can we keep this short? I've got things to do tonight."
"Like what? More staring into the fire?" Peter asked. "Come on Scott. Talk to me. I can't help you unless you let me. Let me help." Peter pleaded. Scott looked away. He stared hard at the floor. Finally Peter sighed knowing he wasn't going to get anything to work with. "Ok Scott. We'll talk more about this when you're ready. That's enough for tonight." Scott got up and walked to the door. Peter stopped him. ""You should talk to the others. They're your friends. Don't be afraid to let them in." Peter smiled encouragingly.
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Scott made his way back to the lounge. He sighed as he sat down and resumed his previous position of staring into the fire. Daisy came over and sat next to him.
"So did Peter give you the whole 'help me help you' speech?" She asked, following his gaze into the fire. Scott nodded.
"He wants me to talk about what's buggin' me." Scott explained. Daisy nodded encouragingly. When Scott didn't continue, she asked the obvious question.
" So, what IS bugging you?" Scott gave her an 'I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it-look'. Daisy gave him a level stare. Finally Scott caved.
"I - I just miss her, Daisy. Things seem so much harder without her. It's like there's no point in trying anymore, you know?"
Daisy nodded. "Maybe the assignment will help you get your mind off her." She replied.
"I don't want to get my mind off her. I want her to come back and explain to me why I wasn't good enough...why she couldn't say it...say goodbye." Scott said quietly. "Did everything between us not mean anything to her?" Scott glanced at Daisy with a sad and confused look on his face.
"Scott, we've been over this before!" Daisy replied. "She did say goodbye...or at least she did in her own way. And I know that that's not good enough for you, but it has to be. Have you ever tried to sum up everything you ever wanted to say to her...everything she meant to you and then turned and walked away? It was too hard, Scott. You've got to understand that...She couldn't do it without falling apart inside." Daisy looked at Scott.
Scott nodded, sort of understanding what Daisy was trying to say. "Well then she could at least write to me. She writes to you. Why can't she write to me?" He asked.
"Maybe because that would be just as hard. Because not writing means that she doesn't have to face what she feels for you. The longing to see you again isn't as strong."
"But I want it to be strong. I want it to be strong so that she misses me and has to come back to me. So that she comes back to Horizon."
"Scott, you're not the only one who misses her. I want her to come back to, you know. But I'm happy that she hasn't come back"
"What do you mean, you're happy?" Scott replied, a cold chill coming into his voice.
"If she doesn't come back, that means that maybe she's surviving out there. That maybe she's ok. Scott look at it that way. Be happy that she's not back here, even more hurt than before. At least try." Daisy slowly got up to leave.
"Daisy?" Scott asked, not wanting to be left alone for the first time in months. She turned back. "Thanks." A small smile on his lips. Daisy smiled back.
"No problem."
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There was a cool breeze in Agnes that night. Shelby slipped out of bed and went to the window. She was about to close it when she glanced up at the dark night sky. There were more stars than usual. Quickly she grabbed her journal and a pen from the locked drawer in the table next to her bed, and slipped out onto the roof. Shelby would never had admitted this to Peter, but ever since she had left horizon, writing in her journal had become a regular thing for her to do...almost comforting. At Horizon it had seemed like such a hassle when she had been on shuns. Why would someone want to write what they were feeling? Shelby had always been the type to keep her feeling locked up deep inside, where no one could find them...Except for one person. Scott. As she sat on the cold roof, she stared at the sky for a few minutes. After a few months of writing to Daisy, she had stopped, scared of what she might admit. That she had no friends at her new school? That even though life at home was better than it had been, she still missed the friends she had at Horizon. Even just the atmosphere at Horizon was comforting. The way she knew (when she was there) that there was nowhere in the entire universe where she felt safer. What was she supposed to tell Daisy? That her life was perfect? Was she just supposed to lie? All these questions had floated around Shelby's mind for a long time before she had decided to stop writing. Along with losing touch with Daisy, Shelby had also lost touch with other things: a group of people she considered her second family, and also, the one place she could call her home, and truly mean it.
Shelby sighed as she opened her journal. There was something important that was really bothering her tonight. Outdoor Education. When Mr. Campbell had told her which school was going to prepare her class for what he called 'the real outdoors' Shelby would never have guessed it would be Horizon. Now she was scared. Would her classmates, (who already didn't accept her) find out the truth about her past? Would they find out that she hadn't moved here from a small town in Canada, like she had told them? And what bugged her even more were these questions: Who from Horizon would be training them? Would it be the Cliffhangers? Shelby swallowed as she wrote down all these fears. One last question formed in her mind. Would she see Scott?
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Ok guys, well that's it for chapter 2. What do you think??? I might post more TONIGHT if I get 10 reviews...Well, I'm excited to hear what you have to say, so please review! Oh, and don't worry, Shelby will actually talk, I just didn't know who to make her talk to in this chapter. I kinda wanted it to be a sort of introduction to her, so that you guys could kinda understand what's going on with her.
AN: I'm so excited that you guys like this! I wuz so worried that you'd hate it...N/e way, some people gave me some great ideas, and I'm gonna use them. (Thanks to Meghan 4 the idea about Shelby!) Don't worry, Shelby is coming back...sort of...and also, this chapter will definitely be longer! Sorry the last one was so short! Here it goes...
Maybe Someday
Chapter 2 - You're not alone
Scott followed Peter into his office and slumped into the chair he'd grown to know quite well in the past few months. He ran a hand through his sandy hair.
"So, what's up?" He tried to keep his voice normal.
"How have you been feeling recently, Scott?" Peter asked, genuinely concerned.
"Isn't that more of a group question?"
"I thought you'd be more comfortable answering with no one else here." Peter looked at Scott. He stared at the floor.
"I've been feeling..." His voice trailed off as he tried to decide whether or not to be honest. He decided against it. He wasn't in the mood to open up. He never was anymore, not without Shelby to talk to. "I'm fine Peter." Scott finally answered. "Look, can we keep this short? I've got things to do tonight."
"Like what? More staring into the fire?" Peter asked. "Come on Scott. Talk to me. I can't help you unless you let me. Let me help." Peter pleaded. Scott looked away. He stared hard at the floor. Finally Peter sighed knowing he wasn't going to get anything to work with. "Ok Scott. We'll talk more about this when you're ready. That's enough for tonight." Scott got up and walked to the door. Peter stopped him. ""You should talk to the others. They're your friends. Don't be afraid to let them in." Peter smiled encouragingly.
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Scott made his way back to the lounge. He sighed as he sat down and resumed his previous position of staring into the fire. Daisy came over and sat next to him.
"So did Peter give you the whole 'help me help you' speech?" She asked, following his gaze into the fire. Scott nodded.
"He wants me to talk about what's buggin' me." Scott explained. Daisy nodded encouragingly. When Scott didn't continue, she asked the obvious question.
" So, what IS bugging you?" Scott gave her an 'I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it-look'. Daisy gave him a level stare. Finally Scott caved.
"I - I just miss her, Daisy. Things seem so much harder without her. It's like there's no point in trying anymore, you know?"
Daisy nodded. "Maybe the assignment will help you get your mind off her." She replied.
"I don't want to get my mind off her. I want her to come back and explain to me why I wasn't good enough...why she couldn't say it...say goodbye." Scott said quietly. "Did everything between us not mean anything to her?" Scott glanced at Daisy with a sad and confused look on his face.
"Scott, we've been over this before!" Daisy replied. "She did say goodbye...or at least she did in her own way. And I know that that's not good enough for you, but it has to be. Have you ever tried to sum up everything you ever wanted to say to her...everything she meant to you and then turned and walked away? It was too hard, Scott. You've got to understand that...She couldn't do it without falling apart inside." Daisy looked at Scott.
Scott nodded, sort of understanding what Daisy was trying to say. "Well then she could at least write to me. She writes to you. Why can't she write to me?" He asked.
"Maybe because that would be just as hard. Because not writing means that she doesn't have to face what she feels for you. The longing to see you again isn't as strong."
"But I want it to be strong. I want it to be strong so that she misses me and has to come back to me. So that she comes back to Horizon."
"Scott, you're not the only one who misses her. I want her to come back to, you know. But I'm happy that she hasn't come back"
"What do you mean, you're happy?" Scott replied, a cold chill coming into his voice.
"If she doesn't come back, that means that maybe she's surviving out there. That maybe she's ok. Scott look at it that way. Be happy that she's not back here, even more hurt than before. At least try." Daisy slowly got up to leave.
"Daisy?" Scott asked, not wanting to be left alone for the first time in months. She turned back. "Thanks." A small smile on his lips. Daisy smiled back.
"No problem."
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There was a cool breeze in Agnes that night. Shelby slipped out of bed and went to the window. She was about to close it when she glanced up at the dark night sky. There were more stars than usual. Quickly she grabbed her journal and a pen from the locked drawer in the table next to her bed, and slipped out onto the roof. Shelby would never had admitted this to Peter, but ever since she had left horizon, writing in her journal had become a regular thing for her to do...almost comforting. At Horizon it had seemed like such a hassle when she had been on shuns. Why would someone want to write what they were feeling? Shelby had always been the type to keep her feeling locked up deep inside, where no one could find them...Except for one person. Scott. As she sat on the cold roof, she stared at the sky for a few minutes. After a few months of writing to Daisy, she had stopped, scared of what she might admit. That she had no friends at her new school? That even though life at home was better than it had been, she still missed the friends she had at Horizon. Even just the atmosphere at Horizon was comforting. The way she knew (when she was there) that there was nowhere in the entire universe where she felt safer. What was she supposed to tell Daisy? That her life was perfect? Was she just supposed to lie? All these questions had floated around Shelby's mind for a long time before she had decided to stop writing. Along with losing touch with Daisy, Shelby had also lost touch with other things: a group of people she considered her second family, and also, the one place she could call her home, and truly mean it.
Shelby sighed as she opened her journal. There was something important that was really bothering her tonight. Outdoor Education. When Mr. Campbell had told her which school was going to prepare her class for what he called 'the real outdoors' Shelby would never have guessed it would be Horizon. Now she was scared. Would her classmates, (who already didn't accept her) find out the truth about her past? Would they find out that she hadn't moved here from a small town in Canada, like she had told them? And what bugged her even more were these questions: Who from Horizon would be training them? Would it be the Cliffhangers? Shelby swallowed as she wrote down all these fears. One last question formed in her mind. Would she see Scott?
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Ok guys, well that's it for chapter 2. What do you think??? I might post more TONIGHT if I get 10 reviews...Well, I'm excited to hear what you have to say, so please review! Oh, and don't worry, Shelby will actually talk, I just didn't know who to make her talk to in this chapter. I kinda wanted it to be a sort of introduction to her, so that you guys could kinda understand what's going on with her.