Summary: This is the sequel (well really it is more of a spin off) to "Holding on to the Rooftops." It is about a new girl named Angela, and a lot about Scott and Shelby because, well, I am an S/S shipper, so sure me. This story is actually kind of based off of the song "Every You, Every Me" by Placebo. Well actually, it isn't really, I just really like the song, so the song is somewhat incorporated in the story. So in any case, no you don't necessarily have to have read the above story, but people have told me they thought it was good…
Disclaimer: I know this may come as an absolute shock, but I don't Higher Ground. Amazing, I know, I know. So, go ahead and TRY to sue me, but you'll never find me. Muahahahahahahahaha!
Dedication: Anyone who reviewed on my last story, yes even French Fan. You all have forced me to finish something, and I know if all you lovely readers will review, you will force me to do the same thing. Oh, but don't worry this time, I have already written most of it, so you don't have to worry about long gaps. Yay!
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Every You, Every Me- Button Pushing
Angela looked up at the sky through her sunglasses, and then back to her father. "I cannot BELIEVE your doing this to me," she told him, her voice scratchy from all the yelling she had done the night before.
"Angela," he father said in a nurturing tone. "I don't want to do this, don't you think I would rather keep you at home with Brit and I?"
"That's what this is all about? Isn't it? Brit hates me so much she has to send me away. That's just a tad immature don't you think?" Angela asked her father in a scolding tone.
"No, that is not it at all. Brit actually asked me to let you stay. She thinks we can work through your problems together, as a family. But I know that is not true. The only way I can help you is to get you away from whatever it is that is hurting you. Maybe these people here will know how to treat you, I don't."
Angela glared at her father. "You think I'm going to end up like mom, don't you?"
"I never said that Angela," he replied sighing. Then he looked over her shoulder, Angela turned around to see that he was looking at a tall thirty-something man. "That will be Mr. Scarbarow now."
The man smiled at both of them, and extended his hand to her father. "Hello Mr. Wallace, I'm Peter Scarbarow." He looked over at Angela and extended his hand to her, which she took. "And you must be Angela."
"Yes sir, I am," she said smiling at him.
"Mr. Scarbarow," her father began.
"Peter, please."
"Peter, this is my daughter Angela as you know. I am very grateful that you will be allowing her to finish out her high school career here, and I would love to stay and talk to you, but I am afraid I must be leaving. I have an important business meeting in New York in five hours, so I have to hop on a plane right away."
"That's no problem. We will get Angela situated right away," he said, and then shifted his gaze to Angela. "Angela, do you have anything you would like to say to your father before he leaves."
Angela looked up at her dad with his open arms. She wanted to walk away without saying good-bye, she wanted to scream at him, tell him how much she hated him… but she couldn't. She couldn't bear to see him looking sad; he had been through too much already. Slowly she wrapped her arms around her father. "I love you Daddy," she whispered into his ear.
Her father pulled back to look at her, and smiled. "I love you too Angela. You are a good kid, and I can't wait until I get to see you again." He gave her a peck on the cheek, and she returned the gesture. "Don't forget to write," he told her as he climbed in to the car.
"I won't," Angela replied, and waved at the car until she could no longer she it. She turned around to see the Peter character staring at her as if in awe. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just that… well most kids whose parents send them here don't normally respond so well to them."
"Well, I'm not most kids," she bit back.
"I can see that," he said. "Well, before we can get you fully admitted, you are going to have to go through a few little things. They are going to have your bags checked, as well as your body, and Sophie is going to ask you a few questions and explain the rules. Does that sound good to you?"
"Oh yes, because having people invade my privacy and touch me with their cold hands is such a joy to me. I don't think there is anything in the world I enjoy more," Angela said smiling at him sarcastically.
"Well I am glad to see we have someone so adamant about getting help," he replied, choosing to ignore her sarcasm, and he started walking with her in tow. All Angela could do was roll her eyes, and hope she didn't get stuck with some complete losers.
"Guys, look over there," Juliette said nodding to two figures walking about thirty yards away from the Cliffhangers. "Is that the new girl?"
"Well lets think about it for a minute Queenie, no one has ever seen her before, and she is walking towards the office with Peter, bags in tow," Shelby scoffed.
Juliette rolled her eyes, and Daisy hid a smile. "Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I think she's hot," David whooped. "Dang."
"Yeah, it must suck to know you have no chance with her David," Daisy said smirking at him.
"Your just mad 'cause you know there's no chance for you and Ezra to get together, and you lost your chance to have me."
"Please guys, why can't we all just get along?" Aubrey asked.
"He's right you know," Shelby told Daisy. "We all need to ban together in case the new girl gets put in our group."
"And why would we need to ban together?" Scott asked Shelby, smiling at her brightly.
"To make sure she doesn't try to take any of our men, especially not you," Shelby replied, moving in for a kiss.
"Stop right there," Peter said as he began walking towards the group, newbie-less. "I let a lot of stuff slide because of what happened to Scott, but I don't want to see anymore PDA. Is that understood?"
"Come one Peter," Scott grinned. "All you have to do is turn your head, and you don't have to see any."
"Ah ha ha. I think you and Shelby should keep in mind that week of shuns I have hanging over Shelby's head."
"We'll stop," Scott said smiling at him. "Promise, Scout's Honor."
"Uh huh, that's what I thought. In any case, the reason I came here is to make you all aware that we will soon be welcoming a new Cliffhanger to our group. Her name is Angela Wallace, and I expect you all to be nice." This comment was rewarded with groans and eyes rolling. "And Shelby, since you seem to have so much love, I was thinking you could be her buddy."
"You see, I would love that, it's just that I think I'm busy this week," Shelby started, but then remembered what Peter had said before. Being a first week buddy was better than a week on shuns any day. "You know, I think you're right. Just tell me when you need me."
"That's what I like to hear. You can come with me, and we will wait and see if she is done getting admitted yet or not. As for the rest of you, get to lunch. Group will be in thirty minutes."
Angela just stared at the wall as the woman whom they called Sophie began explaining the rules to her. "No inappropriate touching, no sex," she went on, the last one earned a smirk from Angela. "Is there something funny about our no sex rule?" Sophie asked her.
"No," Angela responded. "Well, actually. I just mean, honestly, who here would be worth screwing?"
"Well that's a great attitude towards things."
"Oh whatever. You know that if you were someone normal you would never give the kids here the time of day."
"If I were someone normal?"
"Whatever," Angela responded flicking imaginary lint off her shirt. "Forget I said anything."
"Fine," Sophie replied. "Maybe we should start the questionnaire part of admittance. Do you know why you're here?"
"Well you see that is quite a simple question. My dad is simply afraid I will turn in to my mother, and thinks that you guys could stop this threat."
"Your father said he was afraid for you. He said he was afraid that you were slipping deep into depression, and that he wanted to get you away from that. Is that true?"
Angela was starting to get upset, how dare this woman try to psychoanalyze her, and tell her what her own problems were. That's it, Angela thought to herself, time to push some buttons. "How should I know?" she asked, slumping into her chair. "I'm the messed up one. Remember?"
"Well, I can see we're not going to get much out of you," she replied standing up. Angela could tell she was pushing her buttons, but she knew it wasn't enough. She would have to go deeper if she wanted to keep Sophie away from trying to figure out the truth.
"Yeah, and you aren't going to get any of that "pansy-ass love yourself" shit into me either," she said smiling.
"There is also no foul language here."
"And no drugs right. Oh and no sex, but I am going to go out on a limb here and say that you yourself have avoided THAT rule." Angela only said that because she was trying to see if that Peter character was a soft spot, and if it was Angela was going to use it against her.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Only that I'm not blind. I saw the way you were looking at Peter. Please. You have that gross 'oh-I-love-you' look written all over you. And you know? That's great. I mean, I'm sure Peter really, really, likes you a lot."
"Listen here Angela. Horizon is a school to keep you safe from negative things. And if all you are going to be is negative, then I'm not so sure…" Sophie said, Angela could see her temper flaring. Bingo.
"You're what? I'm sorry what was that?"
Sophie just shook her head. "Nothing, it was nothing. Look, your first week buddy is going to be here in a minute, and she'll explain more about how things work around here. So stay put, I have more important things to attend to." And with that, she walked out the door. When she left Angela sunk lower into her chair. She didn't want to hurt Sophie, she seemed like a genuinely nice person… but she was trying to get to know Angela, and that was something that just couldn't happen. No one knew the true Angela, and that was the way she liked it. If anyone starting getting to close, she would just shove them away. She had already learned her lesson from the last person she let in, she wouldn't allow herself to be hurt like that again so she would push everyone away. That was what she had done with Sophie, and that was what she would do to anyone here who tried to get to know her.
Author's Note: Okay, I know you probably all like, hate Angela right now, but don't. You have to understand her character a little but better to know why she was being all bitchy to Sophie. Please Review! It would like make me that happiest. Thanks for thinking about it, even if it was just for a second. Oh, it could take me a little while to build this story up.
Disclaimer: I know this may come as an absolute shock, but I don't Higher Ground. Amazing, I know, I know. So, go ahead and TRY to sue me, but you'll never find me. Muahahahahahahahaha!
Dedication: Anyone who reviewed on my last story, yes even French Fan. You all have forced me to finish something, and I know if all you lovely readers will review, you will force me to do the same thing. Oh, but don't worry this time, I have already written most of it, so you don't have to worry about long gaps. Yay!
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Every You, Every Me- Button Pushing
Angela looked up at the sky through her sunglasses, and then back to her father. "I cannot BELIEVE your doing this to me," she told him, her voice scratchy from all the yelling she had done the night before.
"Angela," he father said in a nurturing tone. "I don't want to do this, don't you think I would rather keep you at home with Brit and I?"
"That's what this is all about? Isn't it? Brit hates me so much she has to send me away. That's just a tad immature don't you think?" Angela asked her father in a scolding tone.
"No, that is not it at all. Brit actually asked me to let you stay. She thinks we can work through your problems together, as a family. But I know that is not true. The only way I can help you is to get you away from whatever it is that is hurting you. Maybe these people here will know how to treat you, I don't."
Angela glared at her father. "You think I'm going to end up like mom, don't you?"
"I never said that Angela," he replied sighing. Then he looked over her shoulder, Angela turned around to see that he was looking at a tall thirty-something man. "That will be Mr. Scarbarow now."
The man smiled at both of them, and extended his hand to her father. "Hello Mr. Wallace, I'm Peter Scarbarow." He looked over at Angela and extended his hand to her, which she took. "And you must be Angela."
"Yes sir, I am," she said smiling at him.
"Mr. Scarbarow," her father began.
"Peter, please."
"Peter, this is my daughter Angela as you know. I am very grateful that you will be allowing her to finish out her high school career here, and I would love to stay and talk to you, but I am afraid I must be leaving. I have an important business meeting in New York in five hours, so I have to hop on a plane right away."
"That's no problem. We will get Angela situated right away," he said, and then shifted his gaze to Angela. "Angela, do you have anything you would like to say to your father before he leaves."
Angela looked up at her dad with his open arms. She wanted to walk away without saying good-bye, she wanted to scream at him, tell him how much she hated him… but she couldn't. She couldn't bear to see him looking sad; he had been through too much already. Slowly she wrapped her arms around her father. "I love you Daddy," she whispered into his ear.
Her father pulled back to look at her, and smiled. "I love you too Angela. You are a good kid, and I can't wait until I get to see you again." He gave her a peck on the cheek, and she returned the gesture. "Don't forget to write," he told her as he climbed in to the car.
"I won't," Angela replied, and waved at the car until she could no longer she it. She turned around to see the Peter character staring at her as if in awe. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just that… well most kids whose parents send them here don't normally respond so well to them."
"Well, I'm not most kids," she bit back.
"I can see that," he said. "Well, before we can get you fully admitted, you are going to have to go through a few little things. They are going to have your bags checked, as well as your body, and Sophie is going to ask you a few questions and explain the rules. Does that sound good to you?"
"Oh yes, because having people invade my privacy and touch me with their cold hands is such a joy to me. I don't think there is anything in the world I enjoy more," Angela said smiling at him sarcastically.
"Well I am glad to see we have someone so adamant about getting help," he replied, choosing to ignore her sarcasm, and he started walking with her in tow. All Angela could do was roll her eyes, and hope she didn't get stuck with some complete losers.
"Guys, look over there," Juliette said nodding to two figures walking about thirty yards away from the Cliffhangers. "Is that the new girl?"
"Well lets think about it for a minute Queenie, no one has ever seen her before, and she is walking towards the office with Peter, bags in tow," Shelby scoffed.
Juliette rolled her eyes, and Daisy hid a smile. "Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I think she's hot," David whooped. "Dang."
"Yeah, it must suck to know you have no chance with her David," Daisy said smirking at him.
"Your just mad 'cause you know there's no chance for you and Ezra to get together, and you lost your chance to have me."
"Please guys, why can't we all just get along?" Aubrey asked.
"He's right you know," Shelby told Daisy. "We all need to ban together in case the new girl gets put in our group."
"And why would we need to ban together?" Scott asked Shelby, smiling at her brightly.
"To make sure she doesn't try to take any of our men, especially not you," Shelby replied, moving in for a kiss.
"Stop right there," Peter said as he began walking towards the group, newbie-less. "I let a lot of stuff slide because of what happened to Scott, but I don't want to see anymore PDA. Is that understood?"
"Come one Peter," Scott grinned. "All you have to do is turn your head, and you don't have to see any."
"Ah ha ha. I think you and Shelby should keep in mind that week of shuns I have hanging over Shelby's head."
"We'll stop," Scott said smiling at him. "Promise, Scout's Honor."
"Uh huh, that's what I thought. In any case, the reason I came here is to make you all aware that we will soon be welcoming a new Cliffhanger to our group. Her name is Angela Wallace, and I expect you all to be nice." This comment was rewarded with groans and eyes rolling. "And Shelby, since you seem to have so much love, I was thinking you could be her buddy."
"You see, I would love that, it's just that I think I'm busy this week," Shelby started, but then remembered what Peter had said before. Being a first week buddy was better than a week on shuns any day. "You know, I think you're right. Just tell me when you need me."
"That's what I like to hear. You can come with me, and we will wait and see if she is done getting admitted yet or not. As for the rest of you, get to lunch. Group will be in thirty minutes."
Angela just stared at the wall as the woman whom they called Sophie began explaining the rules to her. "No inappropriate touching, no sex," she went on, the last one earned a smirk from Angela. "Is there something funny about our no sex rule?" Sophie asked her.
"No," Angela responded. "Well, actually. I just mean, honestly, who here would be worth screwing?"
"Well that's a great attitude towards things."
"Oh whatever. You know that if you were someone normal you would never give the kids here the time of day."
"If I were someone normal?"
"Whatever," Angela responded flicking imaginary lint off her shirt. "Forget I said anything."
"Fine," Sophie replied. "Maybe we should start the questionnaire part of admittance. Do you know why you're here?"
"Well you see that is quite a simple question. My dad is simply afraid I will turn in to my mother, and thinks that you guys could stop this threat."
"Your father said he was afraid for you. He said he was afraid that you were slipping deep into depression, and that he wanted to get you away from that. Is that true?"
Angela was starting to get upset, how dare this woman try to psychoanalyze her, and tell her what her own problems were. That's it, Angela thought to herself, time to push some buttons. "How should I know?" she asked, slumping into her chair. "I'm the messed up one. Remember?"
"Well, I can see we're not going to get much out of you," she replied standing up. Angela could tell she was pushing her buttons, but she knew it wasn't enough. She would have to go deeper if she wanted to keep Sophie away from trying to figure out the truth.
"Yeah, and you aren't going to get any of that "pansy-ass love yourself" shit into me either," she said smiling.
"There is also no foul language here."
"And no drugs right. Oh and no sex, but I am going to go out on a limb here and say that you yourself have avoided THAT rule." Angela only said that because she was trying to see if that Peter character was a soft spot, and if it was Angela was going to use it against her.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Only that I'm not blind. I saw the way you were looking at Peter. Please. You have that gross 'oh-I-love-you' look written all over you. And you know? That's great. I mean, I'm sure Peter really, really, likes you a lot."
"Listen here Angela. Horizon is a school to keep you safe from negative things. And if all you are going to be is negative, then I'm not so sure…" Sophie said, Angela could see her temper flaring. Bingo.
"You're what? I'm sorry what was that?"
Sophie just shook her head. "Nothing, it was nothing. Look, your first week buddy is going to be here in a minute, and she'll explain more about how things work around here. So stay put, I have more important things to attend to." And with that, she walked out the door. When she left Angela sunk lower into her chair. She didn't want to hurt Sophie, she seemed like a genuinely nice person… but she was trying to get to know Angela, and that was something that just couldn't happen. No one knew the true Angela, and that was the way she liked it. If anyone starting getting to close, she would just shove them away. She had already learned her lesson from the last person she let in, she wouldn't allow herself to be hurt like that again so she would push everyone away. That was what she had done with Sophie, and that was what she would do to anyone here who tried to get to know her.
Author's Note: Okay, I know you probably all like, hate Angela right now, but don't. You have to understand her character a little but better to know why she was being all bitchy to Sophie. Please Review! It would like make me that happiest. Thanks for thinking about it, even if it was just for a second. Oh, it could take me a little while to build this story up.