If These Walls Could Talk
Chapter 5/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star and Jordan
Simon
I didn't go anywhere over the weekend except downstairs for meals and back upstairs to my room, avoiding my family as much as possible. I kept my door locked and told them I was studying for a big history test on Monday. It worked and I was left alone. Unfortunately, the phone didn't ring either. I thought about calling Victoria again but only stared at the phone, willing it to ring, praying for it to ring. I didn't realise until Sunday night as I tossed and turned in bed that I hadn't once thought about Kellian.
Victoria wasn't at school on Monday, but that didn't surprise me. The week seemed to crawl by and still no Victoria, and no phone call either. I found myself driving by her house at night hoping to see something, anything that would let me know how she was. The house looked normal from the outside, yet at the same time it seemed like an impenetrable shell I could not get into.
* * *
On Wednesday I did the same thing I did every day first thing after I got to school: I looked down the hall towards Victoria's locker, holding my breath. And she was there. As much as I'd been hoping for it, the sight of her took me by surprise and I stumbled.
"Victoria!"
Even from far away she heard me and turned her head, smiling faintly as I walked towards her.
"Hey, welcome back," I said when I reached her, wondering if I sounded as giddy with relief as I felt. "I've been really worried about you."
"Yeah. Thanks, Simon." She rummaged in her locker.
"I stopped by a couple of times. I guess your mom told you. Did you get my flowers?"
"Mmmm hmmm."
Close up I saw that she was pale, with violet shadows beneath her eyes. And somehow she seemed a little thinner. "It must have been really nasty. Are you sure you're ready to be back at school?"
"Yes. The doctor said I'm not contagious anymore, and I feel better."
"Good. I've been feeling really guilty since the last time we talked we had a fight."
She looked at me. "We did?"
Maybe I'd made more out of it than I should have. "That day in the cafeteria when you wouldn't help me with Gibson's test. The day before you got sick."
I thought I saw her flinch just a little. "Oh. Oh yeah."
"Let me carry your books." I reached for them before she could protest, and she offered no resistance.
"I missed a lot. My mom came and got my assignments but I really didn't feel like doing them. I'm probably still behind."
"I could help you after school if you want. At lunch too."
"My mom's coming to get me after school. Lunch...I guess that's okay."
That was odd. I always gave her a ride home. "Maybe I could come over to your house. I could help you with Gibson's stuff. He's covered a lot of material lately."
"Um...okay, but I'll have to ask my mom."
I almost asked her why she'd have to clear that with her mom, but something told me not to. Maybe it was the distant way she was talking to me, or the almost blank look in her eyes.
"Victoria, are you sure you're all right?"
"Huh? Yes, I'm feeling better now."
"You don't look very good. I think you need to sit down."
She tried to smile. "Is it time for class? I shouldn't be late you know."
I saw her sway and dropped her books just as she began to fall, but I caught her, surprised at how light she seemed even though she was only a couple of inches shorter than me.
"Victoria?"
She gasped and her eyes fluttered open. People were stopping to stare. "What happened?"
"You passed out. I told you you weren't ready to be back at school." The bell rang and everyone, seeing that the excitement was over, scattered into classrooms except for the usual stragglers, leaving us virtually alone.
She tried to push me away from her but there was no strength in her. "I have to go to class."
"No way. I'm taking you to the clinic. You need to lay down."
"No, I've already missed enough school already." She struggled again.
"I don't care." I didn't even think about doing it, but I stood and scooped her into my arms. She yelped as I started walking, even though she held onto my neck.
"Simon, put me down. I'm okay."
"I don't want to put you down."
"You're going to make me miss another class." Tears filled her eyes but I kept going. "I'm okay."
"Okay is not passing out in the hall."
"It was just a little spell. I'm fine now. Put me down and I'll show you."
I didn't answer her. Damn, the girl could be as stubborn as I don't know what sometimes, always had been. The easiest thing to do at times like these was ignore her.
Outside the clinic I kicked the door, hoping someone would answer.
"Simon Camden!"
"Victoria Hennessy!" I kicked the door again.
"Just...let me call my mom to come get me so I can go to a real doctor. I don't want to see these quacks," she whispered.
"It's a place to lay down. They'll call your mom."
"I don't want to lay down. I'll call Mom myself." She sounded weary, like the only thing in the world she wanted was to sleep.
"You are so stubborn."
The nurse opened the door. "What's going on out here?"
"She passed out."
"I'm okay now, though."
I grit my teeth. "No she's not. She's been sick and she needs to go home."
"No, I've missed too much already. I have to go to class."
The nurse sized her up. "Honey, I think you're friend is right. You don't look well at all. Come on in here and lie down." She led us into the room with the cots and indicated one. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Victoria Hennessy." I answered for her as I gently lowered Victoria onto a bed. She was limp, and tears leaked from beneath her closed eyelids as the nurse bustled away to presumably call Mrs. Hennessy.
"You jerk." Victoria's voice was faint and she turned her face away from me.
"Hey, I'm just looking out for you." I had a sudden urge to brush away a curl of hair that lay across her cheek, but something told me not to touch her.
Chapter 5/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star and Jordan
Simon
I didn't go anywhere over the weekend except downstairs for meals and back upstairs to my room, avoiding my family as much as possible. I kept my door locked and told them I was studying for a big history test on Monday. It worked and I was left alone. Unfortunately, the phone didn't ring either. I thought about calling Victoria again but only stared at the phone, willing it to ring, praying for it to ring. I didn't realise until Sunday night as I tossed and turned in bed that I hadn't once thought about Kellian.
Victoria wasn't at school on Monday, but that didn't surprise me. The week seemed to crawl by and still no Victoria, and no phone call either. I found myself driving by her house at night hoping to see something, anything that would let me know how she was. The house looked normal from the outside, yet at the same time it seemed like an impenetrable shell I could not get into.
* * *
On Wednesday I did the same thing I did every day first thing after I got to school: I looked down the hall towards Victoria's locker, holding my breath. And she was there. As much as I'd been hoping for it, the sight of her took me by surprise and I stumbled.
"Victoria!"
Even from far away she heard me and turned her head, smiling faintly as I walked towards her.
"Hey, welcome back," I said when I reached her, wondering if I sounded as giddy with relief as I felt. "I've been really worried about you."
"Yeah. Thanks, Simon." She rummaged in her locker.
"I stopped by a couple of times. I guess your mom told you. Did you get my flowers?"
"Mmmm hmmm."
Close up I saw that she was pale, with violet shadows beneath her eyes. And somehow she seemed a little thinner. "It must have been really nasty. Are you sure you're ready to be back at school?"
"Yes. The doctor said I'm not contagious anymore, and I feel better."
"Good. I've been feeling really guilty since the last time we talked we had a fight."
She looked at me. "We did?"
Maybe I'd made more out of it than I should have. "That day in the cafeteria when you wouldn't help me with Gibson's test. The day before you got sick."
I thought I saw her flinch just a little. "Oh. Oh yeah."
"Let me carry your books." I reached for them before she could protest, and she offered no resistance.
"I missed a lot. My mom came and got my assignments but I really didn't feel like doing them. I'm probably still behind."
"I could help you after school if you want. At lunch too."
"My mom's coming to get me after school. Lunch...I guess that's okay."
That was odd. I always gave her a ride home. "Maybe I could come over to your house. I could help you with Gibson's stuff. He's covered a lot of material lately."
"Um...okay, but I'll have to ask my mom."
I almost asked her why she'd have to clear that with her mom, but something told me not to. Maybe it was the distant way she was talking to me, or the almost blank look in her eyes.
"Victoria, are you sure you're all right?"
"Huh? Yes, I'm feeling better now."
"You don't look very good. I think you need to sit down."
She tried to smile. "Is it time for class? I shouldn't be late you know."
I saw her sway and dropped her books just as she began to fall, but I caught her, surprised at how light she seemed even though she was only a couple of inches shorter than me.
"Victoria?"
She gasped and her eyes fluttered open. People were stopping to stare. "What happened?"
"You passed out. I told you you weren't ready to be back at school." The bell rang and everyone, seeing that the excitement was over, scattered into classrooms except for the usual stragglers, leaving us virtually alone.
She tried to push me away from her but there was no strength in her. "I have to go to class."
"No way. I'm taking you to the clinic. You need to lay down."
"No, I've already missed enough school already." She struggled again.
"I don't care." I didn't even think about doing it, but I stood and scooped her into my arms. She yelped as I started walking, even though she held onto my neck.
"Simon, put me down. I'm okay."
"I don't want to put you down."
"You're going to make me miss another class." Tears filled her eyes but I kept going. "I'm okay."
"Okay is not passing out in the hall."
"It was just a little spell. I'm fine now. Put me down and I'll show you."
I didn't answer her. Damn, the girl could be as stubborn as I don't know what sometimes, always had been. The easiest thing to do at times like these was ignore her.
Outside the clinic I kicked the door, hoping someone would answer.
"Simon Camden!"
"Victoria Hennessy!" I kicked the door again.
"Just...let me call my mom to come get me so I can go to a real doctor. I don't want to see these quacks," she whispered.
"It's a place to lay down. They'll call your mom."
"I don't want to lay down. I'll call Mom myself." She sounded weary, like the only thing in the world she wanted was to sleep.
"You are so stubborn."
The nurse opened the door. "What's going on out here?"
"She passed out."
"I'm okay now, though."
I grit my teeth. "No she's not. She's been sick and she needs to go home."
"No, I've missed too much already. I have to go to class."
The nurse sized her up. "Honey, I think you're friend is right. You don't look well at all. Come on in here and lie down." She led us into the room with the cots and indicated one. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Victoria Hennessy." I answered for her as I gently lowered Victoria onto a bed. She was limp, and tears leaked from beneath her closed eyelids as the nurse bustled away to presumably call Mrs. Hennessy.
"You jerk." Victoria's voice was faint and she turned her face away from me.
"Hey, I'm just looking out for you." I had a sudden urge to brush away a curl of hair that lay across her cheek, but something told me not to touch her.