AJ listened regretfully as his mothers phone rang and rang and rang.
Finally the awnsering machine awnsered. "Hello, you've reached Barb and
Hector, please leave a message after the beep." He hung up, then tried his
and Grace's home. It rang four times before their awnsering machine picked
up. "Hi, you've reached Mr. And Mrs. AJ, If you'd like to leave a message
for Grace, dial one, if you'd like to leave a message for AJ, press two.
Thanks and we hope to hear from you again soon!" AJ called again just so he
could hear her warm voice again.
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Grace was now back in her street clothes and headed out the door. She was going to have a word with this. this. Yvonne chick. maybe work on her kick boxing? She smiled, that would be fun. But then she frowned, she remembered her, the first time she met AJ, Yvonne was hanging on his arm, trying to make her mark.
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xXxFlashbackxXx _
Grace was 14, and living on the oil rig with her father Harry. He was hiring for new oil drillers. AJ, a 15 year old orphan(his mother nowhere to be found, his dad sadly abusing drugs) walked in, a blonde hooker look alike attached to his arm. He had been sleeping on the streets for the past 6 years, made it himself. Harry wouldn't take Yvonne, so she was cast back to the harsh pavement.
Later that week, Grace knocked on his door, stepped in with a breakfast tray. "Hi." She set the tray down, before settling herself on his bunk. "Yeah, hey?" She smiled shyly and clasped his hand. "It's not all that bad here.," she frowned at the silence, "Come down to my room any time you want." She kissed him on the cheek and walked out.
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End Flashback _
She didn't know why, but now she was in tears she had never acted like this before, she was being oddly out of character. Besides tears of joy, she hadn't cried since Harry had left her. Suddenly she pulled over to the side of the road and whipped out her cell phone, speed dialing her hubby.
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AJ jumped at the sound of his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry I called you a faggot, I love you and I need you and oh baby please come gt me?"
_
That night hey snuggled again, disturbed only when the phone rang. "Hello?" It was Yvonne. Grace calmly, without using any "language" told her she was no longer invited to the wedding, and that she'd be by to pick up her dress after their honey moon. Then she hung up and walked back to bed, enjoy the glow their bedroom now produced.
_
Okay I know it's dull, but tomorrow, THE WEDDING!! Then even better the honey moon! The who knows?
_
Grace was now back in her street clothes and headed out the door. She was going to have a word with this. this. Yvonne chick. maybe work on her kick boxing? She smiled, that would be fun. But then she frowned, she remembered her, the first time she met AJ, Yvonne was hanging on his arm, trying to make her mark.
_
xXxFlashbackxXx _
Grace was 14, and living on the oil rig with her father Harry. He was hiring for new oil drillers. AJ, a 15 year old orphan(his mother nowhere to be found, his dad sadly abusing drugs) walked in, a blonde hooker look alike attached to his arm. He had been sleeping on the streets for the past 6 years, made it himself. Harry wouldn't take Yvonne, so she was cast back to the harsh pavement.
Later that week, Grace knocked on his door, stepped in with a breakfast tray. "Hi." She set the tray down, before settling herself on his bunk. "Yeah, hey?" She smiled shyly and clasped his hand. "It's not all that bad here.," she frowned at the silence, "Come down to my room any time you want." She kissed him on the cheek and walked out.
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End Flashback _
She didn't know why, but now she was in tears she had never acted like this before, she was being oddly out of character. Besides tears of joy, she hadn't cried since Harry had left her. Suddenly she pulled over to the side of the road and whipped out her cell phone, speed dialing her hubby.
_
AJ jumped at the sound of his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry I called you a faggot, I love you and I need you and oh baby please come gt me?"
_
That night hey snuggled again, disturbed only when the phone rang. "Hello?" It was Yvonne. Grace calmly, without using any "language" told her she was no longer invited to the wedding, and that she'd be by to pick up her dress after their honey moon. Then she hung up and walked back to bed, enjoy the glow their bedroom now produced.
_
Okay I know it's dull, but tomorrow, THE WEDDING!! Then even better the honey moon! The who knows?