"Ugh! Gordie spare me and keep your shirt on!" Trish Giovanni shrieked,
covering her face with the pillow on the LaChance couch.
Gordie glared at his friend. "Shut up! I'm just changing. It's your fault anyway, you're the one who wanted to run around in the rain outside. I'm not getting sick."
Gordie flung his we shirt into the laundry bin on the stairs and put on his other one. Truth be told, Trish wished Gordie would keep his shirt off...he did have a nice set of abs. Trish shook that thought out of her head an almost gagged. Gordie was her best friend, almost like her brother. What was she thinking?
"Awww, look Trishie's blushing! HA!" Chris Chambers laughed as he poked Trish in the face.
"Am not," Trish said, glaring at him.
Chris ran his hands through his blonde hair, making sure to flick Trish with the wetness of it. She stuck her tongue out at him and flicked his nose.
"You're so immature, Trish," Chris said, rubbing his red nose. "First the running in the rain, now the flicking of the nose. Dammnit it hurt!"
Trish through her head back and cackled most unattractively.
"Oh that's attractive," Gordie teased, flopping on the floor beside the couch and flipping through a book. "Honestly."
"Shove it LaChance!" Trish said back, tousling his hair making it stick up at all ends. He smiled. Trish was crazy. She was always like that, as far as he could remember. Ever since they were six, things hadn't changed.
"What time is it?" Trish asked, grabbing Chris's wrist and checking the time. "Shit! I have got to go. My mom's going to kill me." She sat up from the couch and grabbed her rain coat. "See ya."
She smiled one last time then headed out the door. Gordie watched her dark tresses flying in the wind as she walked down the street.
"She's nuts," he murmured, sitting back on the couch.
"Yeah," Chris said. "She's something else. Anyway..I better get going too..you know, dad might be on a mean streak and I don't want to upset him. See ya."
When Chris left, Gordie was alone at home again. Ever since his father had left his mother two years ago when Gordie was a sophomore, his mother was always out. He was always by himself it seemed, and he didn't mind much. But lately things had been getting crazy. Chris was never there to talk to anymore, he always had his own problems to deal with. And Trish, well she had four older brothers, two younger sisters, and her mom was pregnant. She was too busy watching her siblings or cooking dinner or cleaning to care that much for Gordie.
Gordie scolded himself. That wasn't true..she just had her own problems...everyone seemed to have their own problems. So who was supposed to listen to him? He missed Denny more than ever now. He needed him to talk to..he was the only one that would understand. He felt a part of him had died when Denny was killed in the car accident so many years ago.
But he missed him more than ever. He missed his smell, the looks he used to give Gordie, the times when he would try to teach Gordie how to catch a ball but give up when Gordie would get several black eyes. Why did he have to die? He suddenly felt angry, like he had been cheated out of the world. He was so confused.
Laying down on the couch, he smelled Trish's scent that was left there and that put him at ease. Taking a deep breath, an uneasy sleep claimed him.
Megan DuChamp walked down the halls of Castle Rock High, trying to find the door to the courtyard. She was in desperate need of a smoke..her English teacher had been getting to her so with five minutes until her next class, she had asked to be excused. Finally seeing the door, she hastily made her way to a bench in the middle of the circular courtyard.
Megan searched her pockets until she found a cigarette. She had picked up several nasty habits when she was younger. Lighting her cigarette, she inhaled the sweet nicotine. She loved the taste and the smell. It put her at ease so easily.
Upon hearing the courtyard doors open, Megan snapped out of her momentary daze and rolled her eyes when she saw none other than Chris Chambers. The boy had never liked her let alone give her a chance. She despised him for hating her. What had she done to him? So what if she hung out with people he didn't like? So what if she wasn't a social outcast that wallowed in self pity? She was very content with herself, despite her family problems. The only thing she could think of was that he envied her..it had to be. But still, that was no reason to treat her like shit.
"Jesus Christ, I can't get away from you can I?" Chris said, walking over to the bench where she was sitting. Megan brushed a few strands of her hair out of her pale face and grimaced at him. Okay, so what if he was beautiful? So what if he had the most gorgeous eyes? She wasn't going to turn into jelly.
"Fuck you Chambers," she muttered taking a long drag from her cigarette. "I never do anything to you asshole. Leave me the hell alone."
Chris diverted his eyes from hers. She was half right. He never liked her..mainly because her older brother was Teddy DuChamp. Chris and Teddy weren't friends anymore and had some beef with each other.
"Why can't you just ever leave me alone?" She asked again, her icy blue hues boring into his own icy ones.
He sat down next to her. "You know why. Your brother.."
"Fuck him!" she shrilled, flicking her burnt out cigarette to the ground. "You're a fucking jerk. You always piss and moan about how you wish you could go places where no one knows you so no one would judge you because of your family...and then here you are making me feel like shit because of something that happened between my brother and you! You're such a hypocrite!"
Her words stung Chris hard. But he regained himself and felt his face hot with anger. "That's not true! You have been nothing but a bitch to me all my life that I've known you."
"Oh please!" Megan shrilled, standing up and running her hands through her blonde hair. "Listen, I don't have time for this shit. You know, if you'd just give me a chance I could be a good friend to you! Has it ever occurred to you that I go through some tough shit too? And maybe, oh God, just MAYBE I would be the ONE person who would understand you the most?"
"Shut the hell up," Chris said. He was shaking with anger.
Megan glared at him. "Fuck you."
With that, she turned on her heel feeling thoroughly upset and went back to class, leaving a very angry and sad Chris Chambers alone on the wooden bench.
Gordie glared at his friend. "Shut up! I'm just changing. It's your fault anyway, you're the one who wanted to run around in the rain outside. I'm not getting sick."
Gordie flung his we shirt into the laundry bin on the stairs and put on his other one. Truth be told, Trish wished Gordie would keep his shirt off...he did have a nice set of abs. Trish shook that thought out of her head an almost gagged. Gordie was her best friend, almost like her brother. What was she thinking?
"Awww, look Trishie's blushing! HA!" Chris Chambers laughed as he poked Trish in the face.
"Am not," Trish said, glaring at him.
Chris ran his hands through his blonde hair, making sure to flick Trish with the wetness of it. She stuck her tongue out at him and flicked his nose.
"You're so immature, Trish," Chris said, rubbing his red nose. "First the running in the rain, now the flicking of the nose. Dammnit it hurt!"
Trish through her head back and cackled most unattractively.
"Oh that's attractive," Gordie teased, flopping on the floor beside the couch and flipping through a book. "Honestly."
"Shove it LaChance!" Trish said back, tousling his hair making it stick up at all ends. He smiled. Trish was crazy. She was always like that, as far as he could remember. Ever since they were six, things hadn't changed.
"What time is it?" Trish asked, grabbing Chris's wrist and checking the time. "Shit! I have got to go. My mom's going to kill me." She sat up from the couch and grabbed her rain coat. "See ya."
She smiled one last time then headed out the door. Gordie watched her dark tresses flying in the wind as she walked down the street.
"She's nuts," he murmured, sitting back on the couch.
"Yeah," Chris said. "She's something else. Anyway..I better get going too..you know, dad might be on a mean streak and I don't want to upset him. See ya."
When Chris left, Gordie was alone at home again. Ever since his father had left his mother two years ago when Gordie was a sophomore, his mother was always out. He was always by himself it seemed, and he didn't mind much. But lately things had been getting crazy. Chris was never there to talk to anymore, he always had his own problems to deal with. And Trish, well she had four older brothers, two younger sisters, and her mom was pregnant. She was too busy watching her siblings or cooking dinner or cleaning to care that much for Gordie.
Gordie scolded himself. That wasn't true..she just had her own problems...everyone seemed to have their own problems. So who was supposed to listen to him? He missed Denny more than ever now. He needed him to talk to..he was the only one that would understand. He felt a part of him had died when Denny was killed in the car accident so many years ago.
But he missed him more than ever. He missed his smell, the looks he used to give Gordie, the times when he would try to teach Gordie how to catch a ball but give up when Gordie would get several black eyes. Why did he have to die? He suddenly felt angry, like he had been cheated out of the world. He was so confused.
Laying down on the couch, he smelled Trish's scent that was left there and that put him at ease. Taking a deep breath, an uneasy sleep claimed him.
Megan DuChamp walked down the halls of Castle Rock High, trying to find the door to the courtyard. She was in desperate need of a smoke..her English teacher had been getting to her so with five minutes until her next class, she had asked to be excused. Finally seeing the door, she hastily made her way to a bench in the middle of the circular courtyard.
Megan searched her pockets until she found a cigarette. She had picked up several nasty habits when she was younger. Lighting her cigarette, she inhaled the sweet nicotine. She loved the taste and the smell. It put her at ease so easily.
Upon hearing the courtyard doors open, Megan snapped out of her momentary daze and rolled her eyes when she saw none other than Chris Chambers. The boy had never liked her let alone give her a chance. She despised him for hating her. What had she done to him? So what if she hung out with people he didn't like? So what if she wasn't a social outcast that wallowed in self pity? She was very content with herself, despite her family problems. The only thing she could think of was that he envied her..it had to be. But still, that was no reason to treat her like shit.
"Jesus Christ, I can't get away from you can I?" Chris said, walking over to the bench where she was sitting. Megan brushed a few strands of her hair out of her pale face and grimaced at him. Okay, so what if he was beautiful? So what if he had the most gorgeous eyes? She wasn't going to turn into jelly.
"Fuck you Chambers," she muttered taking a long drag from her cigarette. "I never do anything to you asshole. Leave me the hell alone."
Chris diverted his eyes from hers. She was half right. He never liked her..mainly because her older brother was Teddy DuChamp. Chris and Teddy weren't friends anymore and had some beef with each other.
"Why can't you just ever leave me alone?" She asked again, her icy blue hues boring into his own icy ones.
He sat down next to her. "You know why. Your brother.."
"Fuck him!" she shrilled, flicking her burnt out cigarette to the ground. "You're a fucking jerk. You always piss and moan about how you wish you could go places where no one knows you so no one would judge you because of your family...and then here you are making me feel like shit because of something that happened between my brother and you! You're such a hypocrite!"
Her words stung Chris hard. But he regained himself and felt his face hot with anger. "That's not true! You have been nothing but a bitch to me all my life that I've known you."
"Oh please!" Megan shrilled, standing up and running her hands through her blonde hair. "Listen, I don't have time for this shit. You know, if you'd just give me a chance I could be a good friend to you! Has it ever occurred to you that I go through some tough shit too? And maybe, oh God, just MAYBE I would be the ONE person who would understand you the most?"
"Shut the hell up," Chris said. He was shaking with anger.
Megan glared at him. "Fuck you."
With that, she turned on her heel feeling thoroughly upset and went back to class, leaving a very angry and sad Chris Chambers alone on the wooden bench.