Oh wow, fifth chapter already? This story is kinda coasting along, isn't
it? Well maybe not exactly coasting, but it's fun to write!! Thank you to
everyone who reviewed and suggested character ideas. All your help was
really, truly appreciated. The Monkees still own the song (you'd think
they'd be so happy about somebody paying attention they'd just give the
whole damn thing to me, but nooo.) but I own the story!
[And years from now
[I'll turn around and see
[The girl I left behind me
"So you're leaving us again?" John demanded, sitting on one of the boxes Amy had stacked up by her car. He threw up his hands as she nodded and went back inside to get the rest of the boxes. "We come up to North Carolina to be with her again, and she's leaving. I don't get it."
Adam agreed from his place on the ground and looked like he was ready to pass out from the heat. "We've gone between Atlanta and Lockport in a mere matter of months, during the summer mind you. So why can't we just go back up to Toronto? It's not as hot out there." He thought about that for a quick second. "Up there."
John turned to Adam and gave him an angry gaze. "You're not even going to try to help me out here?"
"Why bother?" Adam shrugged. "Amy's got her mind set up and we're not gonna change it. It'd just be a waste of time."
"At least let us go to San Diego with you then." John pleaded when she came back outside with the rest of her luggage.
"Speak for yourself." Adam said evenly, moving so he was in the shade. "It's even hotter there." He pulled a hat over his face and proceeded to fall asleep.
Amy turned to them and put her hands on her hips. "John, no, you're not coming with me to California. And Adam, if you're so unhappy down in the south then go back up to Canada." He gave her a quick thumbs up and she loaded the boxes and closed her trunk with a resounding 'bang'.
"So I'm leaving now and my plane's going to be arriving in Cali at about 6 tonight, your time." She informed John, who was the only one still paying attention to her. Even her younger brother had given up trying to sneak into the backseat and was seated on the ground, playing with some of his action figures.
John stood up and gave her a long hug. "We're gonna miss you Amy." He honestly told her. She smiled and he grinned. "Just make sure that Cali doesn't turn you into one of those bitchy, conceited princesses. Because if you are when you come back, I'll turn you over to Matt and Jeff."
"Is that a threat?" She asked sarcastically, bending down to give Adam a hug. "Bye Sweetie." She told him. He smiled and waved, his eyes still closed. "I promise I'll call as soon as the plane lands." She promised John as she got into the driver's seat.
He watched as she backed out of the driveway and kept his eyes on the car until he couldn't see it anymore in the distance. He walked over to where Adam was lying down and nudged him with his foot. "Come on, we're doing so much traveling as it is we might as well go up to Canada."
Adam looked up quickly and grinned. "Really?" John nodded. "Alright. You'll love it there." He said happily as they got into the car. "It's so much cooler and I get to see my mom."
"Yeah, I can't wait." John mumbled, pulling out of Amy's driveway. They waved to her brother and Adam was visibly bouncing in his seat as they neared the highway. "This is gonna be a long trip."
*~*~*~*
Amy pulled the hat down lower on her head as she stepped off the terminal and set her carry-on down for a minute while she looked for the baggage claim. She eventually found it and grabbed all her stuff (her parents were shipping the big stuff) and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed the number and waited for a response. "Hey, it's me." She finally answered. "Yeah I'm here.where are you guys.Really? Adam must be happy about that.I'm fine.I promise.Okay, so I'll call you later then.bye John." She hung up the phone and went outside to find a cab.
It took only a couple of minutes and pretty soon Amy was in back, staring up front at the Ric Flair bobble head the driver had stuck to the dashboard.
He stopped at a building and Amy didn't even glance up as she got her stuff and paid the driver. It wasn't until she looked up at the building did she feel her stomach drop straight to her feet.
The main front door was off its hinges and propped up against the wall. Fights and screaming could be heard coming from inside and Amy ducked as a sneaker came crashing out of a window, landing a mere inches away from where she was standing.
Amy set her biggest suitcase down on the ground and felt like crying when she took in the shape of the apartment again.
All of a sudden she felt strong hands push her from behind. She held out her hands to break the fall and felt someone kneeling on her upper back, preventing her from looking up. Amy, suddenly grateful for her wrestling background, elbowed the person in the stomach and flipped over, sending the guys' feet flying out from under him. She pinned his hands down and rested her knee on his throat.
No words were exchanged and somebody grabbed a hold of her hair, pulling her to the ground. The three guys grabbed her purse and luggage and sprinted off, getting lost in the darkness.
Amy shook her head and willed herself not to cry as she pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Is everything okay Miss?"
She looked up and was relieved to see the police car that had pulled up. "I just got robbed." She managed out, near hysterics. "Could you give me a ride to the nearest restaurant or gas station or something? I need to make a phone call."
The cop obliged and glanced sideways at Amy as they drove in silence. He eventually pulled to a stop in front of a small diner and gave her a small smile. "Make sure to be more careful around these parts, especially when it gets dark."
"Thanks." She said miserably. She got out of the car, one hand still clutched on her wallet, walked up and pushed the glass door open.
A blast of hot air was the first thing to hit her, and then the smell of stale coffee and some cleaning products. She shielded her eyes from the lighting and took a seat on one of the stools.
"What can I get for you?" The lady behind the counter asked, pushing her grayish/blonde hair behind her ears.
"Just a tea." Amy answered, keeping her eyes glued to the ketchup stain on the counter.
She looked at Amy sympathetically. "You look like you could se something stronger then just a tea." She commented.
Amy looked up and locked eyes with the woman. "No, thank you." The waitress left and Amy was allowed to think about her situation. Where was she going to live? What was she going to do? This was definitely not my smartest decision to make, she ultimately decided, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail.
A person sat on the stool next to her and glanced sideways, taking in her whole appearance. "Amy?" He asked quietly.
She turned around and was about to explain that she didn't have a pen to do autographs when she took notice of the bright blue eyes and smile. "Ian?"
Ooh, who's Ian?? Long lost lover maybe? Friend? Acquaintance? Reason that she's not friends with Matt and Jeff anymore? I'm not completely sure yet, just throwing out some ideas. I hope you guys like this and for all you who were wondering (and believe me, there are a lot of you) Amy doesn't like Matt and Jeff for a specific reason. I promise if you keep reading you'll find out why!
^FallenAngel^
[And years from now
[I'll turn around and see
[The girl I left behind me
"So you're leaving us again?" John demanded, sitting on one of the boxes Amy had stacked up by her car. He threw up his hands as she nodded and went back inside to get the rest of the boxes. "We come up to North Carolina to be with her again, and she's leaving. I don't get it."
Adam agreed from his place on the ground and looked like he was ready to pass out from the heat. "We've gone between Atlanta and Lockport in a mere matter of months, during the summer mind you. So why can't we just go back up to Toronto? It's not as hot out there." He thought about that for a quick second. "Up there."
John turned to Adam and gave him an angry gaze. "You're not even going to try to help me out here?"
"Why bother?" Adam shrugged. "Amy's got her mind set up and we're not gonna change it. It'd just be a waste of time."
"At least let us go to San Diego with you then." John pleaded when she came back outside with the rest of her luggage.
"Speak for yourself." Adam said evenly, moving so he was in the shade. "It's even hotter there." He pulled a hat over his face and proceeded to fall asleep.
Amy turned to them and put her hands on her hips. "John, no, you're not coming with me to California. And Adam, if you're so unhappy down in the south then go back up to Canada." He gave her a quick thumbs up and she loaded the boxes and closed her trunk with a resounding 'bang'.
"So I'm leaving now and my plane's going to be arriving in Cali at about 6 tonight, your time." She informed John, who was the only one still paying attention to her. Even her younger brother had given up trying to sneak into the backseat and was seated on the ground, playing with some of his action figures.
John stood up and gave her a long hug. "We're gonna miss you Amy." He honestly told her. She smiled and he grinned. "Just make sure that Cali doesn't turn you into one of those bitchy, conceited princesses. Because if you are when you come back, I'll turn you over to Matt and Jeff."
"Is that a threat?" She asked sarcastically, bending down to give Adam a hug. "Bye Sweetie." She told him. He smiled and waved, his eyes still closed. "I promise I'll call as soon as the plane lands." She promised John as she got into the driver's seat.
He watched as she backed out of the driveway and kept his eyes on the car until he couldn't see it anymore in the distance. He walked over to where Adam was lying down and nudged him with his foot. "Come on, we're doing so much traveling as it is we might as well go up to Canada."
Adam looked up quickly and grinned. "Really?" John nodded. "Alright. You'll love it there." He said happily as they got into the car. "It's so much cooler and I get to see my mom."
"Yeah, I can't wait." John mumbled, pulling out of Amy's driveway. They waved to her brother and Adam was visibly bouncing in his seat as they neared the highway. "This is gonna be a long trip."
*~*~*~*
Amy pulled the hat down lower on her head as she stepped off the terminal and set her carry-on down for a minute while she looked for the baggage claim. She eventually found it and grabbed all her stuff (her parents were shipping the big stuff) and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed the number and waited for a response. "Hey, it's me." She finally answered. "Yeah I'm here.where are you guys.Really? Adam must be happy about that.I'm fine.I promise.Okay, so I'll call you later then.bye John." She hung up the phone and went outside to find a cab.
It took only a couple of minutes and pretty soon Amy was in back, staring up front at the Ric Flair bobble head the driver had stuck to the dashboard.
He stopped at a building and Amy didn't even glance up as she got her stuff and paid the driver. It wasn't until she looked up at the building did she feel her stomach drop straight to her feet.
The main front door was off its hinges and propped up against the wall. Fights and screaming could be heard coming from inside and Amy ducked as a sneaker came crashing out of a window, landing a mere inches away from where she was standing.
Amy set her biggest suitcase down on the ground and felt like crying when she took in the shape of the apartment again.
All of a sudden she felt strong hands push her from behind. She held out her hands to break the fall and felt someone kneeling on her upper back, preventing her from looking up. Amy, suddenly grateful for her wrestling background, elbowed the person in the stomach and flipped over, sending the guys' feet flying out from under him. She pinned his hands down and rested her knee on his throat.
No words were exchanged and somebody grabbed a hold of her hair, pulling her to the ground. The three guys grabbed her purse and luggage and sprinted off, getting lost in the darkness.
Amy shook her head and willed herself not to cry as she pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Is everything okay Miss?"
She looked up and was relieved to see the police car that had pulled up. "I just got robbed." She managed out, near hysterics. "Could you give me a ride to the nearest restaurant or gas station or something? I need to make a phone call."
The cop obliged and glanced sideways at Amy as they drove in silence. He eventually pulled to a stop in front of a small diner and gave her a small smile. "Make sure to be more careful around these parts, especially when it gets dark."
"Thanks." She said miserably. She got out of the car, one hand still clutched on her wallet, walked up and pushed the glass door open.
A blast of hot air was the first thing to hit her, and then the smell of stale coffee and some cleaning products. She shielded her eyes from the lighting and took a seat on one of the stools.
"What can I get for you?" The lady behind the counter asked, pushing her grayish/blonde hair behind her ears.
"Just a tea." Amy answered, keeping her eyes glued to the ketchup stain on the counter.
She looked at Amy sympathetically. "You look like you could se something stronger then just a tea." She commented.
Amy looked up and locked eyes with the woman. "No, thank you." The waitress left and Amy was allowed to think about her situation. Where was she going to live? What was she going to do? This was definitely not my smartest decision to make, she ultimately decided, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail.
A person sat on the stool next to her and glanced sideways, taking in her whole appearance. "Amy?" He asked quietly.
She turned around and was about to explain that she didn't have a pen to do autographs when she took notice of the bright blue eyes and smile. "Ian?"
Ooh, who's Ian?? Long lost lover maybe? Friend? Acquaintance? Reason that she's not friends with Matt and Jeff anymore? I'm not completely sure yet, just throwing out some ideas. I hope you guys like this and for all you who were wondering (and believe me, there are a lot of you) Amy doesn't like Matt and Jeff for a specific reason. I promise if you keep reading you'll find out why!
^FallenAngel^