Bean leaned against a wall as she inhaled the crisp April air. Where was
Race? He was supposed to meet her fifteen minutes ago! She sat down and
pulled out her journal to write while she was waiting.
iDear diary,
This has been the most amazing 6 months of my life. I started going back to school after I moved in with Tom, I mean, Dad. It is so hard for me to call him that! I still can't believe it. I mean, after two years of calling yourself an orphan, it's kind of hard to imagine yourself as anything but. Anyways, I also can't believe I've been with Race for 6 months already. It's gone by so fast. He treats me so good.. I mean, well. It is so hard for me to keep my accent out of my writing, but I'm trying. I'm getting a lot better at it too. I can't wait to see Race. We don't see each other nearly as often any more. Where is he? He's always late. I can't believe hi-- i
Bean shrieked. Someone had grabbed her from behind and was squeezing her really tight. Suddenly, that someone kissed her on the cheek.
"Heya, babe." Race greeted her.
"Race, I oughta soak ya!" She turned around and glared at him.
"Aww, you could nevah do dat! I'm too cute tah soak!" He grinned.
Bean groaned. "Keep thinkin dat, Race, keep thinkin dat."
Race looked at Bean's journal. "Whatcha ritin' dere?"
Bean snapped it shut. "Nuttin important."
"I bet yer ritin' bout me!"
Bean grinned. "Yep, cuz yer nuttin important!"
Race stopped for a second to think about what had just been said. "Hey! Ain't ya supposed tah be nice tah yer boyfriend?"
Bean smirked. "Hey, you said it foist, Race."
"Oh, yeah.."
Bean saw Jack across the street. "Hey J-" she started to call out, but she noticed he was with a girl.
Bean hit Race's arm. "What's Jack doin' wit Mooch? Ain't her an' Spot."
Race shook his head. "Nah, Spot was into 'er, but she had 'er eye on Jack da whole time."
"So her and Jack are."
Race nodded.
Bean frowned. "Jack nevah tells me nuttin no more!"
"Well, accordin' tah him, you nevah tell him nuttin, either. He found out t'rough me dat you wuz woikin at Medda's, writin' out da programs."
"Well, I hadn't seen 'im lately."
"Yeah, evah since ya moved outta da boardin' house, none of us have seen much of ya. Not even me!"
"Well, I can't just move back! I promised my faddah dat I'd live wit 'im till I graduate. We ido/i have fifteen years tah catch up on, yanno."
"Yeah, yeah. Yanno, ya don't gotz tah rub in da fact dat you actually got a faddah."
Bean looked at Race. "I wasn't rubbin it in, Race. I'm sorry. Look, I'll move back tah da boardin house after I graduate in June. Howz dat?"
Race looked away. "Whatevah ya want, Bean," he mumbled.
Bean slipped her arm around Race. "Whatz wrong, hun?"
Race shook his head. "Nuttin, nuttin, dun worry about it." He seemed to suddenly snap out of his bad mood. "Hey, ya wanna come tah Tibb's wit me tahnight? You can see da whole gang again!"
Bean smiled. She was dying to see all of her old friends. "Love to! What time?"
"How bout eight?"
"Count on it!"
Race stood up. "I think I'm gonna head over tah Brooklyn an' see whether Spot is depressed or in a fit o' rage ovah Mooch. I betcha two bits it's da fit o' rage."
Bean laughed. "I'd take ya up on dat, 'cept I agree wit ya!" She stood up. "See ya tahnite!"
Race leaned in for a quick kiss. "Luv ya, B"
"Luv ya too, hun." Bean sighed as the couple parted ways. She headed towards her favorite spot in Central Park. She looked up as she walked past the Sun offices. She would give anything to work for a newspaper like that. Ever since Tom had given her that journal, she had been writing constantly. When she wrote, she felt so. free. Like nothing else in the world mattered. She finally reached her favorite spot, the bench where she met Tom for the first time, laid down on it, and began to write.
A/N: I know, it's not very good. It's pretty much just a teaser for the sequel.
iDear diary,
This has been the most amazing 6 months of my life. I started going back to school after I moved in with Tom, I mean, Dad. It is so hard for me to call him that! I still can't believe it. I mean, after two years of calling yourself an orphan, it's kind of hard to imagine yourself as anything but. Anyways, I also can't believe I've been with Race for 6 months already. It's gone by so fast. He treats me so good.. I mean, well. It is so hard for me to keep my accent out of my writing, but I'm trying. I'm getting a lot better at it too. I can't wait to see Race. We don't see each other nearly as often any more. Where is he? He's always late. I can't believe hi-- i
Bean shrieked. Someone had grabbed her from behind and was squeezing her really tight. Suddenly, that someone kissed her on the cheek.
"Heya, babe." Race greeted her.
"Race, I oughta soak ya!" She turned around and glared at him.
"Aww, you could nevah do dat! I'm too cute tah soak!" He grinned.
Bean groaned. "Keep thinkin dat, Race, keep thinkin dat."
Race looked at Bean's journal. "Whatcha ritin' dere?"
Bean snapped it shut. "Nuttin important."
"I bet yer ritin' bout me!"
Bean grinned. "Yep, cuz yer nuttin important!"
Race stopped for a second to think about what had just been said. "Hey! Ain't ya supposed tah be nice tah yer boyfriend?"
Bean smirked. "Hey, you said it foist, Race."
"Oh, yeah.."
Bean saw Jack across the street. "Hey J-" she started to call out, but she noticed he was with a girl.
Bean hit Race's arm. "What's Jack doin' wit Mooch? Ain't her an' Spot."
Race shook his head. "Nah, Spot was into 'er, but she had 'er eye on Jack da whole time."
"So her and Jack are."
Race nodded.
Bean frowned. "Jack nevah tells me nuttin no more!"
"Well, accordin' tah him, you nevah tell him nuttin, either. He found out t'rough me dat you wuz woikin at Medda's, writin' out da programs."
"Well, I hadn't seen 'im lately."
"Yeah, evah since ya moved outta da boardin' house, none of us have seen much of ya. Not even me!"
"Well, I can't just move back! I promised my faddah dat I'd live wit 'im till I graduate. We ido/i have fifteen years tah catch up on, yanno."
"Yeah, yeah. Yanno, ya don't gotz tah rub in da fact dat you actually got a faddah."
Bean looked at Race. "I wasn't rubbin it in, Race. I'm sorry. Look, I'll move back tah da boardin house after I graduate in June. Howz dat?"
Race looked away. "Whatevah ya want, Bean," he mumbled.
Bean slipped her arm around Race. "Whatz wrong, hun?"
Race shook his head. "Nuttin, nuttin, dun worry about it." He seemed to suddenly snap out of his bad mood. "Hey, ya wanna come tah Tibb's wit me tahnight? You can see da whole gang again!"
Bean smiled. She was dying to see all of her old friends. "Love to! What time?"
"How bout eight?"
"Count on it!"
Race stood up. "I think I'm gonna head over tah Brooklyn an' see whether Spot is depressed or in a fit o' rage ovah Mooch. I betcha two bits it's da fit o' rage."
Bean laughed. "I'd take ya up on dat, 'cept I agree wit ya!" She stood up. "See ya tahnite!"
Race leaned in for a quick kiss. "Luv ya, B"
"Luv ya too, hun." Bean sighed as the couple parted ways. She headed towards her favorite spot in Central Park. She looked up as she walked past the Sun offices. She would give anything to work for a newspaper like that. Ever since Tom had given her that journal, she had been writing constantly. When she wrote, she felt so. free. Like nothing else in the world mattered. She finally reached her favorite spot, the bench where she met Tom for the first time, laid down on it, and began to write.
A/N: I know, it's not very good. It's pretty much just a teaser for the sequel.
