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Chapter 5!
,,I wanted to talk to you about Gretchen."
,,I-I'm afraid I won't be very helpful," Ashley studdered. Dr Weaver's glance became ambiguit.
,,But you know her, right?"
,,Yeah, I know her, we're childhood friends, but it's over now."
,,Why did you come over then?" Dr Weaver seemed puzzled. Ashley frowned.
,,I thought there might be a chance. But there isn't."
,,Why, Mrs Detweiler?"
,,Ask your patient, Dr Weaver. I'm leaving." Ashley turned on her heel and walked fastly out of the hospital.
* Gretchen's POV*
*flashback*
iI look OK, a 15 year-old Gretchen thought happily where she stood in front of her mirror. She had spent the last two hours in preparing for The Winter Dance. She was wearing a long and tight yellow dress and high- heeled golden shoes. She had two golden hairslides in her reddish hair and she was wearing make-up for her first time (AN: Weird huh?). Her usually small and dull-looking eyes seemed now big and bright behind the glasses.
Maybe TJ will even notice me, she thought and smiled in the mirror. He didn't have a date, as far as I know. Neither do I...maybe we'll dance and...and...maybe...
,,Gretchen! You want a ride to the ball, hun?"
,,Coming, Mum!" Gretchen said and grabbed her purse. God, was she excited or WHAT?
When Gretchen entered, the gymnasium was full of people. She didn't see TJ, though. Oh, well, he just hasn't arrived yet! I'll just sit here, on the benches, and wait, Gretchen thought.
She didn't even fell a little depressed after seeing the Ashleys stunnigly pretty like always, she was too eager to see TJ's look when he'd see her so good-looking. But then she saw the sight..that changed her life..
TJ. All dressed up and almost incredibly handsome (AN: He's 15, ya know!). And...Spinelli. Their arms were linked.
Gretchen felt like she'd been punched in the stomach when she saw Spinelli. She looked gorgeous. Her raven black hair in a perfect up-do, her face was so perfectly painted that she looked prettier than ever, if that was possible, and she was wering this beautiful red dress, that really shoved off her curves, making Gretchen felt more flat-chested and gangly than ever. But the worst part, for Gretchen, was that TJ stared at Spinelli with this look on his face, like...like...Spinelli were the juiciest ice-lolly in the freezer and he wants to lick her all up (AN: God, I'm getting lame)
Gretchen saw that nigh, that TJ would never, ever be hers. He was Spinelli's, and Spinelli was TJ's. Gretchen never, ever had a chance.
She didn't know that because she saw them dancing together almost the whole night. She didn't know that because she saw them snogging under the benches.
She knew it because when she saw them looking into each other's eyes and laugh, the look on their faces was like they had a little world of their own. Like nothing else really mattered.
Something that I'll never get to know, Gretchen thought sadly when her mother picked her up./i
*end of flashback*
Yup, the night that changed my life. That night that made me so...weird. I'm 40 years old, and I'm still a virgian. And I've never been kissed. Never.
It can't be healthy, still being in love with him. It can't be! Maybe I do need a psychiatrist...Dr Weaver seems OK. And handsome. Incredibly handsome. And nice. But he's probably married. Or at least engaged.
I turn my head so I can see out of the window. I can see the parking lot. And a car driving away from the hospital. Probably Spinelli. Going home...
Sorry about the wait...I've been taking some scary exams and stuff. I'm working on the next chapter....
Ashley
P.S. I'm looking for better title than ,,Emty life". Any ideas????
A.I.A.
Chapter 5!
,,I wanted to talk to you about Gretchen."
,,I-I'm afraid I won't be very helpful," Ashley studdered. Dr Weaver's glance became ambiguit.
,,But you know her, right?"
,,Yeah, I know her, we're childhood friends, but it's over now."
,,Why did you come over then?" Dr Weaver seemed puzzled. Ashley frowned.
,,I thought there might be a chance. But there isn't."
,,Why, Mrs Detweiler?"
,,Ask your patient, Dr Weaver. I'm leaving." Ashley turned on her heel and walked fastly out of the hospital.
* Gretchen's POV*
*flashback*
iI look OK, a 15 year-old Gretchen thought happily where she stood in front of her mirror. She had spent the last two hours in preparing for The Winter Dance. She was wearing a long and tight yellow dress and high- heeled golden shoes. She had two golden hairslides in her reddish hair and she was wearing make-up for her first time (AN: Weird huh?). Her usually small and dull-looking eyes seemed now big and bright behind the glasses.
Maybe TJ will even notice me, she thought and smiled in the mirror. He didn't have a date, as far as I know. Neither do I...maybe we'll dance and...and...maybe...
,,Gretchen! You want a ride to the ball, hun?"
,,Coming, Mum!" Gretchen said and grabbed her purse. God, was she excited or WHAT?
When Gretchen entered, the gymnasium was full of people. She didn't see TJ, though. Oh, well, he just hasn't arrived yet! I'll just sit here, on the benches, and wait, Gretchen thought.
She didn't even fell a little depressed after seeing the Ashleys stunnigly pretty like always, she was too eager to see TJ's look when he'd see her so good-looking. But then she saw the sight..that changed her life..
TJ. All dressed up and almost incredibly handsome (AN: He's 15, ya know!). And...Spinelli. Their arms were linked.
Gretchen felt like she'd been punched in the stomach when she saw Spinelli. She looked gorgeous. Her raven black hair in a perfect up-do, her face was so perfectly painted that she looked prettier than ever, if that was possible, and she was wering this beautiful red dress, that really shoved off her curves, making Gretchen felt more flat-chested and gangly than ever. But the worst part, for Gretchen, was that TJ stared at Spinelli with this look on his face, like...like...Spinelli were the juiciest ice-lolly in the freezer and he wants to lick her all up (AN: God, I'm getting lame)
Gretchen saw that nigh, that TJ would never, ever be hers. He was Spinelli's, and Spinelli was TJ's. Gretchen never, ever had a chance.
She didn't know that because she saw them dancing together almost the whole night. She didn't know that because she saw them snogging under the benches.
She knew it because when she saw them looking into each other's eyes and laugh, the look on their faces was like they had a little world of their own. Like nothing else really mattered.
Something that I'll never get to know, Gretchen thought sadly when her mother picked her up./i
*end of flashback*
Yup, the night that changed my life. That night that made me so...weird. I'm 40 years old, and I'm still a virgian. And I've never been kissed. Never.
It can't be healthy, still being in love with him. It can't be! Maybe I do need a psychiatrist...Dr Weaver seems OK. And handsome. Incredibly handsome. And nice. But he's probably married. Or at least engaged.
I turn my head so I can see out of the window. I can see the parking lot. And a car driving away from the hospital. Probably Spinelli. Going home...
Sorry about the wait...I've been taking some scary exams and stuff. I'm working on the next chapter....
Ashley
P.S. I'm looking for better title than ,,Emty life". Any ideas????
A.I.A.