If These Walls Could Talk
Chapter 4/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star and Jordan
Simon
I couldn't concentrate on anything that night. I'd bombed the pop quiz earlier of course, but I knew it was my own fault and none of it Victoria's. I shouldn't have pushed her like that, especially since she's been kind of touchy lately. I planned to apologize to her, I really did. Right after the last bell when I was about to leave the bathroom to meet her, I heard Kellian's voice just on the other side of the door. She was talking to one of the basketball players, Wyatt Davis, and it was either stay inside the bathroom and listen, or go right out in the middle of it. He murmured something, she giggled, I groaned. By the time their footsteps moved down the hall and I could come out, the hallways were empty. No Victoria by my locker. I looked for her out front, but she wasn't there, and she wasn't waiting by my car either.
I drove home alone and couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling rolling around inside. What had gone wrong? It wasn't even really a fight was it? Just a little...crap. I pounded the steering wheel, then again when I thought of Kellian and Wyatt. Everything sucked.
Later, after a few unsuccessful attempts at my homework, I knew I could do at least one thing right. I picked up the phone in my room and dialed Victoria's number. It rang. And rang and rang and rang. I looked at the clock. Almost 7:30, certainly not too late, and the Hennessys were always home on Thursday nights. Most of the time anyway. When the machine kicked in I was caught off-guard. "Um, Victoria, it's me. Uh, call me." Damn.
* * *
In the morning after I got ready I tried Victoria's number again, certain she or one of her parents would answer.
"Hi, you've reached the Hennessys. We're not in right now so please leave a--"
I hung up and decided to just drive to her house like usual.
* * *
I parked my car in front and walked up the sidewalk. Victoria lives in a pretty fancy place since her dad's a district attorney hoping to become a senator, but she's never acted like a rich kid. Most people probably don't even know since she doesn't talk about it. She tells me she likes to ride to school with me just because she likes the company, but I also know she's embarrassed to drive the new BMW her parents got her for her 16th birthday.
I don't know why I felt nervous as I rang the doorbell, but I shifted from foot to foot and stuffed my hands in my pockets. The shades were drawn and everything seemed way to quiet and still. I was about to turn away when the door opened and my heart jumped in relief...until I saw Mrs. Hennessy standing there instead of Victoria.
"Simon." She cut me off before I could say anything. "Victoria's not going to school today."
"Oh." I didn't even think about what I was doing when I tried to peer behind her. She stepped to the side, blocking my view.
"She's very very sick."
My eyes jerked to her face, and for the first time I saw the shadows beneath her eyes. "What's the matter?"
"She'll be all right soon. It's a really bad case of the flu. It just hit her out of the blue last night. You know how that happens."
"Yeah." I glanced up at Victoria's bedroom window, shades drawn tight. "Well, please tell her I hope she feels better soon, okay?"
"Of course. Goodbye, Simon."
"And I'll--" I looked back at the door. It was closed, and silence settled over me again. I turned and walked slowly back to my car. I didn't feel like going to school.
* * *
All day at school I was torn between thinking about Kellian and worrying about Victoria. She didn't get sick often, so I knew it had to be pretty bad, and her mom looked like she'd stayed up all night with her or something.
I wanted to get her flowers and a card but decided to wait until the next day to give her some time to get better. So on Saturday that was the first thing I did. I wanted to get her roses but I couldn't remember the color for friendship, so I settled for six nice, neutral white ones. Inside the card I wrote, Please feel better soon. I miss you. Your friend, Simon. I really wanted to write how sorry I was about the other day, but I also didn't want her parents reading our personal business.
The Hennessy house looked the same as it had the day before and my heart sank. At the same time I knew firsthand that the flu could hit fast and hard, and stick around for awhile.
Mrs. Hennessy answered the door again. She looked the same too, but except for the bags under her eyes she was perfectly dressed and made up like always. She didn't smile when she saw me though. I held up the flowers and card anyway.
"These are for Victoria. Is she feeling any better?"
"Yes, a little bit. Thank you, Simon." She took the things from me.
"Can I see her?"
"No dear, I'm sorry. She's not up to seeing anyone or talking right now, and we wouldn't want you to get sick too. We'll let you know when she's feeling better, okay?"
"Okay." But I got the message. "Will you call me?"
"Sure." The smile she gave me didn't reach her eyes. "Goodbye now."
"Bye."
I watched her shut the door. Why did I feel so afraid?
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Chapter 4/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star and Jordan
Simon
I couldn't concentrate on anything that night. I'd bombed the pop quiz earlier of course, but I knew it was my own fault and none of it Victoria's. I shouldn't have pushed her like that, especially since she's been kind of touchy lately. I planned to apologize to her, I really did. Right after the last bell when I was about to leave the bathroom to meet her, I heard Kellian's voice just on the other side of the door. She was talking to one of the basketball players, Wyatt Davis, and it was either stay inside the bathroom and listen, or go right out in the middle of it. He murmured something, she giggled, I groaned. By the time their footsteps moved down the hall and I could come out, the hallways were empty. No Victoria by my locker. I looked for her out front, but she wasn't there, and she wasn't waiting by my car either.
I drove home alone and couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling rolling around inside. What had gone wrong? It wasn't even really a fight was it? Just a little...crap. I pounded the steering wheel, then again when I thought of Kellian and Wyatt. Everything sucked.
Later, after a few unsuccessful attempts at my homework, I knew I could do at least one thing right. I picked up the phone in my room and dialed Victoria's number. It rang. And rang and rang and rang. I looked at the clock. Almost 7:30, certainly not too late, and the Hennessys were always home on Thursday nights. Most of the time anyway. When the machine kicked in I was caught off-guard. "Um, Victoria, it's me. Uh, call me." Damn.
* * *
In the morning after I got ready I tried Victoria's number again, certain she or one of her parents would answer.
"Hi, you've reached the Hennessys. We're not in right now so please leave a--"
I hung up and decided to just drive to her house like usual.
* * *
I parked my car in front and walked up the sidewalk. Victoria lives in a pretty fancy place since her dad's a district attorney hoping to become a senator, but she's never acted like a rich kid. Most people probably don't even know since she doesn't talk about it. She tells me she likes to ride to school with me just because she likes the company, but I also know she's embarrassed to drive the new BMW her parents got her for her 16th birthday.
I don't know why I felt nervous as I rang the doorbell, but I shifted from foot to foot and stuffed my hands in my pockets. The shades were drawn and everything seemed way to quiet and still. I was about to turn away when the door opened and my heart jumped in relief...until I saw Mrs. Hennessy standing there instead of Victoria.
"Simon." She cut me off before I could say anything. "Victoria's not going to school today."
"Oh." I didn't even think about what I was doing when I tried to peer behind her. She stepped to the side, blocking my view.
"She's very very sick."
My eyes jerked to her face, and for the first time I saw the shadows beneath her eyes. "What's the matter?"
"She'll be all right soon. It's a really bad case of the flu. It just hit her out of the blue last night. You know how that happens."
"Yeah." I glanced up at Victoria's bedroom window, shades drawn tight. "Well, please tell her I hope she feels better soon, okay?"
"Of course. Goodbye, Simon."
"And I'll--" I looked back at the door. It was closed, and silence settled over me again. I turned and walked slowly back to my car. I didn't feel like going to school.
* * *
All day at school I was torn between thinking about Kellian and worrying about Victoria. She didn't get sick often, so I knew it had to be pretty bad, and her mom looked like she'd stayed up all night with her or something.
I wanted to get her flowers and a card but decided to wait until the next day to give her some time to get better. So on Saturday that was the first thing I did. I wanted to get her roses but I couldn't remember the color for friendship, so I settled for six nice, neutral white ones. Inside the card I wrote, Please feel better soon. I miss you. Your friend, Simon. I really wanted to write how sorry I was about the other day, but I also didn't want her parents reading our personal business.
The Hennessy house looked the same as it had the day before and my heart sank. At the same time I knew firsthand that the flu could hit fast and hard, and stick around for awhile.
Mrs. Hennessy answered the door again. She looked the same too, but except for the bags under her eyes she was perfectly dressed and made up like always. She didn't smile when she saw me though. I held up the flowers and card anyway.
"These are for Victoria. Is she feeling any better?"
"Yes, a little bit. Thank you, Simon." She took the things from me.
"Can I see her?"
"No dear, I'm sorry. She's not up to seeing anyone or talking right now, and we wouldn't want you to get sick too. We'll let you know when she's feeling better, okay?"
"Okay." But I got the message. "Will you call me?"
"Sure." The smile she gave me didn't reach her eyes. "Goodbye now."
"Bye."
I watched her shut the door. Why did I feel so afraid?
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