This is a sequel to "Could it Happen Again?". You might want to read that first. So I'll let you read on.
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"Ok, now freeze the red balls as your father tosses them. Just let the blue ones drop." Piper explained. She signaled Leo, who was struggling to keep the tiny balls in his crooked left arm. He tossed the balls slowly at first, and then went into regular pitches. Melinda was freezing all that were coming, all the red ones that is, the blue just bounced away.
"Melinda? Are you down there?" Paris' voice called from upstairs.
"Yeah…" Melinda replied, still keeping focused on the balls frozen in midair. Paris shimmered downstairs, underneath the frozen balls. She looked up at them, about fifteen cluttered close to each other.
"Cool…" Paris reached up to grab a ball.
"Par-" Piper began to say but it was too late. As soon as Paris touched one, they all broke from the freeze, and fell on her. Piper sighed "I tried to warn you."
"That's ok... Melinda were you going to the store today?" Paris asked, stopping some the rolling balls with her foot.
"Yeah, why?"
"I was wondering if you could get me some pixie sticks."(For those who don't know what pixie sticks are, they're pure sugar with various flavors. Like orange, cherry, grape, etc…).
"Uh huh, like you need more sugar." Piper said, putting the balls in the bag.
"Sure…" Melinda agreed.
"Thanks!" Paris shimmered back to her room.
"Are we done for today?" Melinda asked, throwing the last ball in the bag.
"Yep, you're free to go." Leo replied.
"Okay, I'm going to the store, so I'll be back later." Melinda orbed upstairs.
"It's like no one around here uses the stairs anymore…" Piper said, turning around to catch Leo in mid-orb. "Hey, hey! Get back here. You could at least walk with me upstairs." Leo sighed, heaved the sack onto his back, and walked with Piper up to the kitchen.
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don't fall away and leave me to myself
don't fall away and leave love bleeding
in my hands, in my hands again
leave love bleeding
in my hands, in my hands
love lies bleeding
The song slowly faded off, Paris hugging her pillow. She hadn't seen nor heard from Justin in months. Melinda never told anyone about that night, and Paris never intended on saying anything herself. She just kept playing depressing songs, despite the fact that didn't do anything positive for her.
"Paris?" Paris looked up, and saw no one. She simply passed it off.
"Paris?" This time she knew she heard her name, and the voice was very familiar. "It's me Justin. I uh… wanted to tell you, umm… that I'm okay, and I'm back." The stereo system seemed to magically click off. Paris sat there, not knowing what to do.
"Someone order pixie sticks?" Melinda asked, tossing the bag at Paris. Paris put up her hand only to block them from hitting her. Melinda found this odd, because Paris always cherished the moment the sugary little candies appeared. "You ok?"
"Listen to this." Paris said quickly, jumping off the bed to replay the last song.
"M-m-m-mem-o-o-o…" the song played for only about 3 seconds until it just shut off.
"Ok, what am I listening for?"
"I know I heard it before." Paris mumbled to herself, lightly hitting the stereo, as if that was going to help.
"All I hear is a CD that's probably all scratched up; all it's doing it skipping."
"Look, I was sitting hear listening to Fuel when I thought I heard Justin come on the song. He said he was okay and that he was coming back." Paris said, sitting on her bed. Melinda walked over and hugged her.
"Aw honey, that was most likely just your mind playing tricks on you because you want him to come back." Paris sighed.
"You're probably right. I'll just get some sleep." Paris lied down in her bed, and pulled up the sheets.
"Wait, did you say the Fuel CD? You don't have one… I do!" Melinda ran over to the CD player, and opened it up. There it was, her CD that was skipping.
"One day, when this is all over, we'll look back and laughed at this." Paris said sluggishly, pretending to be half asleep. Melinda groaned and walked out of the room. Paris watched her walk out, and sat straight up in her bed. She thought about what had just happened.
Okay, so maybe I haven't been getting a lot of sleep. I could be delusional. No! I heard his voice. He was trying to contact me, I know it. Melinda perhaps might think I'm crazy. Maybe I am… maybe I'm just setting myself up for a big disappointment. Oh god! I hope no one killed him. Maybe he lied to his parents, and said that Jack was trying to kill him. Yeah, that's it. He's safe and unharmed. He's merely just been laying low. But how am I supposed to know where to find him?
Paris sat there for a few seconds when she realized where she could find him. She jumped off her bed, and grabbed her jacket. She slowly went down the stairs, so they wouldn't creek too much, and snuck out the patio doors. She knew if she shimmered out Leo or Melinda would've sensed her. She got down to the corner of her block, and shimmered away.
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A/N: Ok, that ends Chapter one. Just like with the last story, tell me what you think, and if I should continue writing it. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure where this story is heading, so you'll be in store for long writer's block, and caffeine inspired story writing. Wait, that was just like the last story, heh. There's nothing left to do but review, (hey, that rhymes. Oh no, I've started already).
