Well, here's part 3! Wow! I'm on a roll! Read and review please!
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*~Alex~*
There were no close encounters with the Plan, and I didn't have any more premonitions until long after we got home. Carter seemed to disappear before school started up again, and I got kinda worried. Clear and I spent most of the summer together. We went swimming, rollerblading, and sometimes we just hung out and did absolutely nothing... okay, there was a substansial amount of kissing along with it. Summer was great... then school started again.
Someone found out that it was us involved in the 'accidents' over in Paris. They didn't release our names, but even so, people knew. I watched Carter play in a few football games, and his performance was a bit sluggish. My grades weren't what they used to, and Clear didn't seem to have any sort of creative ideas. We were all pretty shook up by what happened that summer...
My eighteenth birthday was less than pleasing. September 25. 9:25. Same time my first flight to Paris was scheduled for. I didn't have very many good memories that day, to say the least.
It started with a dream. I woke up in a cold sweat around six AM that day. The dream was awful. In it, I was on a ferry, sailing around some bay with Clear and my parents, having the time of my life, when all of a sudden this iceburg shows up and everything goes like the Titanic. People were running around, shouting stuff about 'not enough lifeboats' and 'get your lifebelts on' and 'women and children first.' My parents disappeared, and Clear and I were running around like Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio were, minus the sex. Then, when they took Clear on the lifeboat, I blacked out. When I came to, I was on the same boat as Clear, and we stuck close together. After we reached the Carpathia, it blew up. Completely exploded, flames rushing around everywhere. Clear and I stuck close together as we were cornered by the fires... and I woke up. I managed to get a few more hours of sleep in afterwards and didn't get up until ten thirty. Saturdays rock.
I could barely walk downstairs for breakfast. My knees were shaking like a 7 on the Richter scale, and my palms were drenched. My mom said happy birthday and gave me a hug. For that little moment, I felt like a five year old again, innocent and unassuming... unaware what would happen to me. I felt safe. Dad made me feel better too. I almost forgot about the Plan. They'd made my favourite, pancakes. Clear phoned me later to say happy birthday, and we talked for about twenty minutes.
The rest of the morning seemed to go well. I hung out around town with Clear and some other friends, like a usual Saturday (although everyone was picking on me because it was my birthday), and I forgot about the fact that it my turn, until Steve did something really dumb.
They were trying to give me birthday paddywhacks. That wouldn't be so bad -- if I was five! Eighteen whacks on the behind with a stick hurts. I couldn't sit for an hour. I was a little ticked, and Steve went defensive on me.
"Sheesh man, it's not like you're gonna die or something," he said.
Clear gave me a funny look, which I returned. If they only knew. I let it go, but the next time... Steve's an ass anyway.
*^Clear^*
I hate Steve. He's so annoying. Then again, he doesn't know about this whole thing, so I can't really blame him. But still, that comment seemed to do something to Alex. For the rest of the day he just wasn't the same.
We went out for lunch, just the two of us, and he seemed so distant. It was as if he'd forgotten where he was and staring at the wall was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Hey, Earth to Alex," I said. "Come in Alex!" He didn't respond. I hit the back of his hand with a spoon. "Yo! You're zoning out!"
Alex jerked out of his trance and stared at me strangely. "What?"
"Was the wall more interesting than your food?" I teased. He gave me an irritated look. "Hey, I was joking. Take it easy, Alex."
"Easier said than done," Alex muttered. "I feel like I did right when I first found out about this Plan: It's the only thing on my mind. That's Steve's fault."
I reached across the table and took Alex's hand. "Don't worry, you're not going to die," I whispered. "I won't let you."
Alex looked at me with a sad face and said, "I'd like to believe you."
*~Alex~*
I wanted to believe Clear, I really did. But it was so hard to believe what I knew wasn't true. I would die, maybe not now, but eventually, I would. Yeah, yeah, everyone dies sooner or later, but for Clear, Carter and I, it would definitely be sooner. That freaked me out.
I spent the rest of the afternoon with Clear. It was kinda nice. We've been growing so much closer lately, which I like a lot. I can't believe I almost went through all of high school without knowing her! She's so wonderful... I guess one good thing came out of this whole thing, and that would be her. We stayed hand-in-hand almost all day, and I even worked up the nerve to kiss her. It was really sweet and I went into that dazed state again. Things were going great again... I thought.
We were at the beach, sitting on a dock eating popcorn and talking. Then we started goofing around and throwing the popcorn at each other, and Clear pretended to get hit in the eye. "Ahhh! You fool!" she shouted, holding her face and grinning. Somehow, she fell off the dock into the deep water.
"Clear? Clear!" I called. She wasn't coming up too quickly, so I dove in to get her. I managed to raise her above the surface, and she was gasping for air. I brought her back to the dock and she climbed out. I was about to follow her, but something was pulling me down.
"Alex, come on!" Clear called, leaning over the edge of the dock. "Get up here!"
"I... can't!" I stammered, going under and then struggling to resurface several times. "Help... Clear!"
Clear reached her hand over the edge and I fumbled for it in vain. I couldn't die. Not like this. I knew how to swim, but there was this feeling around my ankles like I had lead weights on them or something. I clung to the dock for dear life, while trying to pull myself up and listening to Clear's shouts of encouragement. This was horrible.
I managed to grip Clear's hand tightly. "I'm not gonna let you die Alex," she told me. "Come on, let's think of something. How do we intervene here?"
"I don't know," I blurted out frantically.
"Try to tread water," she suggested.
"I-I can't," I stammered. "My legs can barely move."
"Try, dammit," Clear ordered.
I forced my feet into motion. Slowly but surely, I managed to get somewhat of a rythm going. "I feel like I'm gonna pass out," I announced.
"I gotta get you out of the water," Clear said. "Don't you dare let go of my hand, and keep treading. We're gonna move along the edge to where it gets shallower, okay?" I nodded and Clear gently moved along the side of the dock and pulled me with her. I gripped the wood with my free hand to add momentum, until my feet touched the sand and rocks near the bank. Clear helped pull me out of the water until I was lying on the sand.
"Thank you," I breathed.
"You're welcome," Clear answered.
I sat up slowly and looked into Clear's eyes. She pressed her lips together in a worried guesture, and I reached out and hugged her tightly. "You know what we have to do now?"
"What?" she asked.
"Call Carter."
*-Carter-*
As far as everyone else knew, I was hibernating. Since August. I'd locked myself in my room ever since we got back from France and only came out to eat and go to school. I even avoided school, and football. I had no clue what was wrong with me! I didn't want to do anything anymore. My parents were getting worried, sent me to a parade of doctors, I blatantly ignored any advice they gave me, one put me on these ridiculous medications that I pretended to take, another tried to get me to meditate, which I (supposedly) did in the privacy of my bedroom, and someone else kinda ignored me. Nothing was helping!
"Carter, telephone!" My mom.
"I'll get it up here!" I yelled back. I grabbed the extension in my room and said very bluntly, "Hello."
"Carter, it's Alex."
"What's up Alex?"
"Hate to be the one to tell you, but, you're next."
I nearly choked. I'm next? "What?"
"I nearly drowned today," Alex said.
"What a birthday present," I muttered. "Bye the way, happy b-day."
"Thanks," said Alex. "So, you're up to the plate. Be careful."
"That won't be hard. If you haven't noticed, I haven't been out much lately," I said.
"Still, Carter, there are dangers right in your own bedroom," Alex reminded me. "You never know."
"Yeah yeah," I said. "See ya later Alex."
"Bye," Alex said.
I hung up the phone and resumed staring at the ceiling. I hated my life right now.
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So... I'm stuck without a plot again. Any ideas? Hehe, hehe... review please! ~KK~
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*~Alex~*
There were no close encounters with the Plan, and I didn't have any more premonitions until long after we got home. Carter seemed to disappear before school started up again, and I got kinda worried. Clear and I spent most of the summer together. We went swimming, rollerblading, and sometimes we just hung out and did absolutely nothing... okay, there was a substansial amount of kissing along with it. Summer was great... then school started again.
Someone found out that it was us involved in the 'accidents' over in Paris. They didn't release our names, but even so, people knew. I watched Carter play in a few football games, and his performance was a bit sluggish. My grades weren't what they used to, and Clear didn't seem to have any sort of creative ideas. We were all pretty shook up by what happened that summer...
My eighteenth birthday was less than pleasing. September 25. 9:25. Same time my first flight to Paris was scheduled for. I didn't have very many good memories that day, to say the least.
It started with a dream. I woke up in a cold sweat around six AM that day. The dream was awful. In it, I was on a ferry, sailing around some bay with Clear and my parents, having the time of my life, when all of a sudden this iceburg shows up and everything goes like the Titanic. People were running around, shouting stuff about 'not enough lifeboats' and 'get your lifebelts on' and 'women and children first.' My parents disappeared, and Clear and I were running around like Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio were, minus the sex. Then, when they took Clear on the lifeboat, I blacked out. When I came to, I was on the same boat as Clear, and we stuck close together. After we reached the Carpathia, it blew up. Completely exploded, flames rushing around everywhere. Clear and I stuck close together as we were cornered by the fires... and I woke up. I managed to get a few more hours of sleep in afterwards and didn't get up until ten thirty. Saturdays rock.
I could barely walk downstairs for breakfast. My knees were shaking like a 7 on the Richter scale, and my palms were drenched. My mom said happy birthday and gave me a hug. For that little moment, I felt like a five year old again, innocent and unassuming... unaware what would happen to me. I felt safe. Dad made me feel better too. I almost forgot about the Plan. They'd made my favourite, pancakes. Clear phoned me later to say happy birthday, and we talked for about twenty minutes.
The rest of the morning seemed to go well. I hung out around town with Clear and some other friends, like a usual Saturday (although everyone was picking on me because it was my birthday), and I forgot about the fact that it my turn, until Steve did something really dumb.
They were trying to give me birthday paddywhacks. That wouldn't be so bad -- if I was five! Eighteen whacks on the behind with a stick hurts. I couldn't sit for an hour. I was a little ticked, and Steve went defensive on me.
"Sheesh man, it's not like you're gonna die or something," he said.
Clear gave me a funny look, which I returned. If they only knew. I let it go, but the next time... Steve's an ass anyway.
*^Clear^*
I hate Steve. He's so annoying. Then again, he doesn't know about this whole thing, so I can't really blame him. But still, that comment seemed to do something to Alex. For the rest of the day he just wasn't the same.
We went out for lunch, just the two of us, and he seemed so distant. It was as if he'd forgotten where he was and staring at the wall was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Hey, Earth to Alex," I said. "Come in Alex!" He didn't respond. I hit the back of his hand with a spoon. "Yo! You're zoning out!"
Alex jerked out of his trance and stared at me strangely. "What?"
"Was the wall more interesting than your food?" I teased. He gave me an irritated look. "Hey, I was joking. Take it easy, Alex."
"Easier said than done," Alex muttered. "I feel like I did right when I first found out about this Plan: It's the only thing on my mind. That's Steve's fault."
I reached across the table and took Alex's hand. "Don't worry, you're not going to die," I whispered. "I won't let you."
Alex looked at me with a sad face and said, "I'd like to believe you."
*~Alex~*
I wanted to believe Clear, I really did. But it was so hard to believe what I knew wasn't true. I would die, maybe not now, but eventually, I would. Yeah, yeah, everyone dies sooner or later, but for Clear, Carter and I, it would definitely be sooner. That freaked me out.
I spent the rest of the afternoon with Clear. It was kinda nice. We've been growing so much closer lately, which I like a lot. I can't believe I almost went through all of high school without knowing her! She's so wonderful... I guess one good thing came out of this whole thing, and that would be her. We stayed hand-in-hand almost all day, and I even worked up the nerve to kiss her. It was really sweet and I went into that dazed state again. Things were going great again... I thought.
We were at the beach, sitting on a dock eating popcorn and talking. Then we started goofing around and throwing the popcorn at each other, and Clear pretended to get hit in the eye. "Ahhh! You fool!" she shouted, holding her face and grinning. Somehow, she fell off the dock into the deep water.
"Clear? Clear!" I called. She wasn't coming up too quickly, so I dove in to get her. I managed to raise her above the surface, and she was gasping for air. I brought her back to the dock and she climbed out. I was about to follow her, but something was pulling me down.
"Alex, come on!" Clear called, leaning over the edge of the dock. "Get up here!"
"I... can't!" I stammered, going under and then struggling to resurface several times. "Help... Clear!"
Clear reached her hand over the edge and I fumbled for it in vain. I couldn't die. Not like this. I knew how to swim, but there was this feeling around my ankles like I had lead weights on them or something. I clung to the dock for dear life, while trying to pull myself up and listening to Clear's shouts of encouragement. This was horrible.
I managed to grip Clear's hand tightly. "I'm not gonna let you die Alex," she told me. "Come on, let's think of something. How do we intervene here?"
"I don't know," I blurted out frantically.
"Try to tread water," she suggested.
"I-I can't," I stammered. "My legs can barely move."
"Try, dammit," Clear ordered.
I forced my feet into motion. Slowly but surely, I managed to get somewhat of a rythm going. "I feel like I'm gonna pass out," I announced.
"I gotta get you out of the water," Clear said. "Don't you dare let go of my hand, and keep treading. We're gonna move along the edge to where it gets shallower, okay?" I nodded and Clear gently moved along the side of the dock and pulled me with her. I gripped the wood with my free hand to add momentum, until my feet touched the sand and rocks near the bank. Clear helped pull me out of the water until I was lying on the sand.
"Thank you," I breathed.
"You're welcome," Clear answered.
I sat up slowly and looked into Clear's eyes. She pressed her lips together in a worried guesture, and I reached out and hugged her tightly. "You know what we have to do now?"
"What?" she asked.
"Call Carter."
*-Carter-*
As far as everyone else knew, I was hibernating. Since August. I'd locked myself in my room ever since we got back from France and only came out to eat and go to school. I even avoided school, and football. I had no clue what was wrong with me! I didn't want to do anything anymore. My parents were getting worried, sent me to a parade of doctors, I blatantly ignored any advice they gave me, one put me on these ridiculous medications that I pretended to take, another tried to get me to meditate, which I (supposedly) did in the privacy of my bedroom, and someone else kinda ignored me. Nothing was helping!
"Carter, telephone!" My mom.
"I'll get it up here!" I yelled back. I grabbed the extension in my room and said very bluntly, "Hello."
"Carter, it's Alex."
"What's up Alex?"
"Hate to be the one to tell you, but, you're next."
I nearly choked. I'm next? "What?"
"I nearly drowned today," Alex said.
"What a birthday present," I muttered. "Bye the way, happy b-day."
"Thanks," said Alex. "So, you're up to the plate. Be careful."
"That won't be hard. If you haven't noticed, I haven't been out much lately," I said.
"Still, Carter, there are dangers right in your own bedroom," Alex reminded me. "You never know."
"Yeah yeah," I said. "See ya later Alex."
"Bye," Alex said.
I hung up the phone and resumed staring at the ceiling. I hated my life right now.
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So... I'm stuck without a plot again. Any ideas? Hehe, hehe... review please! ~KK~