Every You, Every Me- Green Beans
Daisy rolled off her bed and patted Shelby on the shoulder." Come on Shel," she said while striding towards the door. "We have group before lunch, and I know you wouldn't want to miss that."
Shelby smiled at Daisy and stood up too. "You know something Daisy?"
"I know a lot of somethings, but I'm always open to new food for thought."
"You of all people know how anti-emotion I am, so don't you dare go mocking me… but I just wanted to let you know that you're my best friend, and I wouldn't want anything stupid to get between us."
"Oh my dearest Shelby, why would you ever think I would mock you for letting your human nature come out to play?" Daisy asked, and then shook her head. "Jokes aside, you're my best friend too, and as long as you don't try to steel my stuffed elephant, Mr. Mookie, nothing will come between us."
Shelby laughed and Daisy simply smiled at her. However, both of their smiles disappeared as they walked in to the lodge. Peter was already there along with Sophie, and they both had their serious faces on. "Shelby, Daisy," Peter said motioning for them to sit down.
"Sure," Daisy commented as she plopped on the couch next to Daisy. "Say Shelby's name first. No, really it's okay, I'm used to playing second fiddle to our dear Miss Shelby."
Peter frowned at her but Shelby simply laughed, which in turn made Daisy smile. Shelby really was Daisy's friend, and she hated to see her when she was sad. However, Daisy couldn't dwell too much at Shelby's misfortunes; she was too busy being secretly giddy about her own happiness. David had finally given in, and Daisy knew he didn't hate her anymore. Now that all that was behind them maybe they could really begin to develop their relationship.
"Dais?" Someone said to her. Daisy moved her gaze from the fire to the rest of the room. She had been so busy being secretly giddy that she hadn't noticed that everyone had finally filed in the room. "Dais?" The voice said again from her right. Daisy turned to see David smiling at her.
"Hi," Daisy said. "I mean, um, what?"
"Well, I know there are only three cushions on the couch, and there are already three people on it, but I figure if you scoot a little closer to Shelby I could sit on it." David said, while Daisy sat and stared at him like a gaping moron. "You know? So I don't get stuck on the floor?"
"Oh right," Daisy said finally. She scooted closer to Shelby who was snuggled up next to Scott.
"You and me, we're going to talk about this later," Shelby whispered in Daisy's ear, looking at David.
Daisy tried to act innocent, but falsities weren't her strong suit. "More than you know," she whispered back. "More than you know."
Aubrey snuck another quick glance at Angela. She was fiddling with one of the strings on the loveseat and appeared less than interested in whatever it was that Peter was saying. Aubrey smiled; Angela had something about her that was so alluring.
"…So who's ready to share?" Peter asked, looking expectantly around the room. Normally Aubrey would offer to go first, just to get it over with so everyone could forget about what he said by the end of it, but he had been so busy being allured by Angela that he didn't know what he was supposed to be sharing about.
"I'll go," Juliette said, smiling at everyone brightly. Aubrey laughed a little to himself; Juliette was always so happy and excited about everything… it was different than what Aubrey was used to. "Well," Juliette said, seeming to be trying to calm herself. "I think dreams are an insight to what you're really feeling. Like, one time I had this dream that my mom died, and I like cried at her funeral… Anyway, later what I realized was that my dreams were trying to tell me that I didn't really hate my mom."
Aubrey flashed a halfway smile even though Juliette's story didn't make much sense. Someone else seemed to share his thoughts because he heard a laugh coming from the left of him. He turned to see that David was the one guilty of emitting the noise. Peter glared at him. "David?"
"I'm sorry," David said smiling, his patented cynicism intact. "It's just that the little princess is so vapid and shallow."
"Yo meat, you better step off," Auggie said as he placed one of his hands on Juliette's shoulder consolingly.
"Or what? You'll push me off? I mean come on, 'my dreams were telling me that I wasn't mad at my mom'," David said laughing, as he mocked Juliette. "That's your subconscious sweetie, or do you need to go back to third grade?"
Aubrey hid a smile behind his hand; David may be mean, but he could on occasion be quite entertaining. "Hey man," Auggie said starting to stand up until Peter motioned for him to stop.
"David, why don't you tell us what you think our dreams tell us?" Sophie asked calmly.
"Well, I think they tell us what we're really feeling," David scoffed mockingly.
Sophie's smile faltered a little. "David, unless you'd like to get in tune with your feelings with a week on shuns, I suggest you start being serious."
"Yeah, whatever," David said, sighing deeply. "Dreams are the insight into your subconscious. Does that tickle your pickle, Sophie?"
"That will be enough for now David," Peter interjected before Sophie could say anything. "Daisy, why don't you give us some insight into what you think dreams do."
"I think, like David said," Daisy began. "That they tell you what your subconscious feels. You know, it tells you what's beneath the skin. I mean, you're subconscious is always there, always feeling, thinking, plotting… but it can't tell you what it thinks until you can take it, like when you're relaxed, sleeping. Say, for instance, you subconsciously are attracted to someone, but your conscious self won't let you be attracted to them because… they're your best friend's boyfriend- don't worry Shelby, I'm not trying to take Scott. Anyway, at night, when all your inhibitions are lost, when the veil is pulled back, your mind let's you know what you're really feelings, what's beneath the skin, through a dream. Dreams unmuddle the muddled, and defuddle the befuddled."
"Well," Peter said as he and Sophie shared a look of confusion. "That's very interesting Daisy… thank you for your point of view. Uh, Aubrey, how about you give yours."
Aubrey sat up at the sound of his name, and then smirked as he imagined the look on Daisy's face when he was finished. "Well, I think dreams are pointless."
"What?" Daisy asked, bolting up straight.
"I said, I think dreams are pointless; they don't tell you anything. The whole 'dreams tell you what you really feel' thing is a load of crap made up by a bunch of shrinks who were looking to make a buck or two after they went all lobotomy on their loyal customers. I mean, come on, if dreams really did reveal what's 'beneath the skin,' then why would we need people to dissect them for us?" Aubrey looked around the room and smiled as he saw that most people's faces were a complete blank. 'I guess they listened to me for once,' Aubrey mused to himself.
"Pah," Daisy exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "First of all, dreams having meanings was believed long before shrinks were around…"
"… yeah, they had all those dream interpreters right? Well, how do you think they made their money? Who would voluntarily have their balls cut off if there weren't some big bucks involved?" Aubrey asked, cutting Daisy off. "Because I guarantee you, no one would willingly have their balls chopped off if some serious dough wasn't involved."
"Whatever," Daisy snapped. "Secondly, maybe people need those dreams interpreted because they can't do it for themselves."
Aubrey just shook his head smiling; Daisy really didn't have a clue. "Oh, is that true? Well, let me tell YOU a little something. My mom decided to divorce my dad after eighteen years because she had a dream one night that led her to believe she should. Mom's not so certain, it was just a dream after all, and so she goes to see Mr. Shrink. Mr. Shrink says, 'yeah, that's exactly what your dreams telling you to do.' Well, she kept having more 'prophesizing' dreams, and Mr. Shrink kept telling her that they were clueing her in on to what she should be doing. So she believes him, she changes our lives completely because she has a dream, and Mr. Shrink man to back her up. She kept saying how Mr. Shrink was making her life better, helping her, how he knew everything that was vital to her being. The one thing that Mr. Shrink didn't seem to know was that my mom had a massive tumor in her brain. Those dreams weren't messages sent by her subconscious, they were chain reactions that her tumor caused."
No one said anything, and Daisy simply gaped at him. "I guess that sort of screws over your self-righteous spiel, doesn't it?" Aubrey asked, and then stood up slowly, and walked out of the lodge. He didn't need to deal with this, not memory's of his mom, not Daisy's self-righteous kick, not anything.
Angela stood up quickly; she needed to make sure Aubrey was okay. Peter, however, didn't seem to sense her urgency, more like he chose to ignore it. "Everyone, go to lunch," he commanded. No one seemed to be listening to what he was saying. "NOW!" He yelled, his voice booming. Everyone looked at him, and then followed his commands slowly. Angela hung back a little and so did Daisy. 'Perfect,' Angela thought to herself as she realized that her and Daisy were the only ones left.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Angela demanded, her nose millimeters from Daisy's.
"Listen, Queen of All That is Evil, I don't have time to deal with you right now. Okay?" Daisy asked trying to shove her way past her, but Angela knew she was stronger than Daisy had accounted for. Daisy stumbled a little when Angela pushed her back, her eyes wide.
"What's a matter Daisy? You don't like to play games when you don't have your bodyguards to protect you? Well that's just too damn bead because you're going to listen to me," Angela spat out. "I couldn't really give a rat's ass if you wanted to mess with me, but Aubrey's a different story, so why don't you just back off?"
"Why do you care? I mean, the only reason you like him is for your image, isn't that right?"
"Okay, you want to settle this now Daisy?" She asked, raising her perfectly plucked eyebrows high. "That's fine. I don't know what your deal is, but I'm sick of it. Just because you tried to put on a face and the kids in the sandbox still didn't like you for it is no reason to bag on my parade. So I put a face on, big deal, at least I don't go around driving people crazy."
"Yeah, well, at least I can sleep at night knowing that the people who like me, like me for who I am, and not some show I'm putting on for them," Daisy said vehemently, her eyes glowing.
"Mm hmm," Angela said with a laugh. "And who would those people be? Well the only ones I can think of are Shelby and Scott. Oh, but wait, then there's David," Angela said and put her mouth right next to Daisy's ear, so the next thing she said was barely above a whisper. "It must kill you to know that he would rather be with me, false face and all, then have the real Daisy."
Angela's whole body shook as she walked out of the lodge and into the warm summer air; she hated being so malicious to people. "She deserved it," Angela told herself, but deep down inside she knew she really didn't. Angela knew that most people didn't deserve her wrath. After all, it was natural for someone to want to know the people they're surrounded by. Angela just bit her lower lip, trying to decide what her next plan of action would be. She didn't feel like eating, and she had no idea where Aubrey would have run off to. A twig snapping on the ground let her know that her decision would soon be made, she whirled around only to find herself face to face with Sophie. "Shit," Angela mumbled underneath her breath; Sophie was the last person she wanted to talk to, especially after their last encounter.
"Angela," Sophie said, her voice perfectly calm.
"What?" Angela barked at her.
"Shouldn't you be off at lunch eating?" Sophie asked her, nodding back towards the building.
Angela took a deep breath and closed her eyes; she couldn't deal with this right now. "Shouldn't you be off sulking after Peter?"
Sophie's eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. Angela smiled at her, cocking her eyebrows. It really was too easy to get her riled up. "What I do in my own time is not your business, however what you do in your own time IS mine. So, you're going to go into the cafeteria and then you are going to eat, after you're finished you'll be going to the nurse's office to get your medication…" Angela made an involuntary choking noise that cause Sophie to stop mid sentence. "What?"
"How did you…" Angela started to say, but cut herself short. Maybe Sophie didn't know she was borderline schizophrenic. Surely Peter wouldn't have told her.
"I know every Cliffhanger and what sent them here, that's my job. Now back to what I was saying."
"No," Angela burst out, tears stinging at her eyes. "You may know why I'm here, but you sure as hell don't know who I am. And you know something else? You won't ever. I'm sick of this place, sick of its rules, but mostly I'm sick of you. So, I'm going to tell you about what's going to happen. I'm going to go to the dorm, and I'm going to take a nap," Angela said, spewing her words out a mile a minute. She turned around and began walking briskly as tears filled her eyes, and threatened to pour over.
"If you don't go to the cafeteria and eat right now, then you'll be put on shuns for a week," Sophie said, her voice full of venom.
Angela stopped where she was and smiled to herself; Sophie's pathetic little threats weren't going to work on her. "Shun away," Angela said simply, and then headed off towards the dorms.
Shelby watched as a shaking Daisy walked towards the table and sat down. She knew that Aubrey's words had impacted everyone, but she didn't understand why Daisy, Queen of Cool, was still reeling from it.
"Daisy, are you okay?" Juliette asked, mirroring Shelby's thoughts. "You look paler than usual, and your hair, it's all flat and stuff."
"Does tact mean anything to you," Shelby asked Juliette as she leveled her with a stare.
"Yeah," Juliette replied, pursing her lips and looking down at her food. "It means not being afraid to tell people the truth."
Shelby shook her head and smiled sarcastically at Juliette. "You want to know the truth Queenie? Well how about we talk about the fact that you look like you've added a few extra pounds. You might want to watch what you're eating for a while."
"Shelby," Scott said elbowing her.
"Yo, Shelby, that ain't cool, girl," Auggie said and then put his arm around Juliette consolingly.
Shelby just shrugged her shoulders and went back to contemplating why Daisy was acting more distant than usual. "Well, if it isn't another lunch full of tender love and care," David mocked. Shelby smiled, he may be a moron sometimes, but for the most part David was pretty funny.
"Yeah," Daisy scoffed punishing her green beans with the bottom of her spoon.
"Did your green beans upset you?" Shelby asked her in an attempt to lighten up the mood.
"Well," Daisy said smiling sardonically. "I think they deserve to be beaten for claiming to be green."
"Yeah," David said in his wily way. "They just want our sympathy. After all, everyone knows it isn't easy being green."
Everyone laughed, Daisy even smiled a little. "You're way out there man," Scott said to David.
"Nah," Daisy said shaking her head. "Aliens wouldn't come to live on our earth."
"So you're saying you believe in Aliens?" Scott asked her, his eyebrows cocked.
"Yes, yes I do."
"But there's no proof," Scott said, his mouth forming into a pout. It made his face look so adorable Shelby grabbed his hand underneath the table.
"Well, Sometimes I think that the surest sign that intelligent life exists somewhere is the fact that none of it had tried to contact us*." Daisy said smiling at him. Shelby smiled, and decided she would wait until they got back to the dorms to ask Daisy what her deal was. For the moment she was going to savor her time with Scott.
Author's Note: I added that last little Shelby bit for some comic relief, I thought we needed it. So, now you know (Mike's Super Short Show) what Mr. Aubrey's problems are… well you semi know… more like, you have some insight towards him, yeah, that's it. In any case, thanks for all the reviews, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Oh, and YEAH, I totally saw that Charmed episode. My sister is like obsessed, and that just so happened to be one of the episodes I taped for her.
*From the mouth of Calvin and Hobbes
Daisy rolled off her bed and patted Shelby on the shoulder." Come on Shel," she said while striding towards the door. "We have group before lunch, and I know you wouldn't want to miss that."
Shelby smiled at Daisy and stood up too. "You know something Daisy?"
"I know a lot of somethings, but I'm always open to new food for thought."
"You of all people know how anti-emotion I am, so don't you dare go mocking me… but I just wanted to let you know that you're my best friend, and I wouldn't want anything stupid to get between us."
"Oh my dearest Shelby, why would you ever think I would mock you for letting your human nature come out to play?" Daisy asked, and then shook her head. "Jokes aside, you're my best friend too, and as long as you don't try to steel my stuffed elephant, Mr. Mookie, nothing will come between us."
Shelby laughed and Daisy simply smiled at her. However, both of their smiles disappeared as they walked in to the lodge. Peter was already there along with Sophie, and they both had their serious faces on. "Shelby, Daisy," Peter said motioning for them to sit down.
"Sure," Daisy commented as she plopped on the couch next to Daisy. "Say Shelby's name first. No, really it's okay, I'm used to playing second fiddle to our dear Miss Shelby."
Peter frowned at her but Shelby simply laughed, which in turn made Daisy smile. Shelby really was Daisy's friend, and she hated to see her when she was sad. However, Daisy couldn't dwell too much at Shelby's misfortunes; she was too busy being secretly giddy about her own happiness. David had finally given in, and Daisy knew he didn't hate her anymore. Now that all that was behind them maybe they could really begin to develop their relationship.
"Dais?" Someone said to her. Daisy moved her gaze from the fire to the rest of the room. She had been so busy being secretly giddy that she hadn't noticed that everyone had finally filed in the room. "Dais?" The voice said again from her right. Daisy turned to see David smiling at her.
"Hi," Daisy said. "I mean, um, what?"
"Well, I know there are only three cushions on the couch, and there are already three people on it, but I figure if you scoot a little closer to Shelby I could sit on it." David said, while Daisy sat and stared at him like a gaping moron. "You know? So I don't get stuck on the floor?"
"Oh right," Daisy said finally. She scooted closer to Shelby who was snuggled up next to Scott.
"You and me, we're going to talk about this later," Shelby whispered in Daisy's ear, looking at David.
Daisy tried to act innocent, but falsities weren't her strong suit. "More than you know," she whispered back. "More than you know."
Aubrey snuck another quick glance at Angela. She was fiddling with one of the strings on the loveseat and appeared less than interested in whatever it was that Peter was saying. Aubrey smiled; Angela had something about her that was so alluring.
"…So who's ready to share?" Peter asked, looking expectantly around the room. Normally Aubrey would offer to go first, just to get it over with so everyone could forget about what he said by the end of it, but he had been so busy being allured by Angela that he didn't know what he was supposed to be sharing about.
"I'll go," Juliette said, smiling at everyone brightly. Aubrey laughed a little to himself; Juliette was always so happy and excited about everything… it was different than what Aubrey was used to. "Well," Juliette said, seeming to be trying to calm herself. "I think dreams are an insight to what you're really feeling. Like, one time I had this dream that my mom died, and I like cried at her funeral… Anyway, later what I realized was that my dreams were trying to tell me that I didn't really hate my mom."
Aubrey flashed a halfway smile even though Juliette's story didn't make much sense. Someone else seemed to share his thoughts because he heard a laugh coming from the left of him. He turned to see that David was the one guilty of emitting the noise. Peter glared at him. "David?"
"I'm sorry," David said smiling, his patented cynicism intact. "It's just that the little princess is so vapid and shallow."
"Yo meat, you better step off," Auggie said as he placed one of his hands on Juliette's shoulder consolingly.
"Or what? You'll push me off? I mean come on, 'my dreams were telling me that I wasn't mad at my mom'," David said laughing, as he mocked Juliette. "That's your subconscious sweetie, or do you need to go back to third grade?"
Aubrey hid a smile behind his hand; David may be mean, but he could on occasion be quite entertaining. "Hey man," Auggie said starting to stand up until Peter motioned for him to stop.
"David, why don't you tell us what you think our dreams tell us?" Sophie asked calmly.
"Well, I think they tell us what we're really feeling," David scoffed mockingly.
Sophie's smile faltered a little. "David, unless you'd like to get in tune with your feelings with a week on shuns, I suggest you start being serious."
"Yeah, whatever," David said, sighing deeply. "Dreams are the insight into your subconscious. Does that tickle your pickle, Sophie?"
"That will be enough for now David," Peter interjected before Sophie could say anything. "Daisy, why don't you give us some insight into what you think dreams do."
"I think, like David said," Daisy began. "That they tell you what your subconscious feels. You know, it tells you what's beneath the skin. I mean, you're subconscious is always there, always feeling, thinking, plotting… but it can't tell you what it thinks until you can take it, like when you're relaxed, sleeping. Say, for instance, you subconsciously are attracted to someone, but your conscious self won't let you be attracted to them because… they're your best friend's boyfriend- don't worry Shelby, I'm not trying to take Scott. Anyway, at night, when all your inhibitions are lost, when the veil is pulled back, your mind let's you know what you're really feelings, what's beneath the skin, through a dream. Dreams unmuddle the muddled, and defuddle the befuddled."
"Well," Peter said as he and Sophie shared a look of confusion. "That's very interesting Daisy… thank you for your point of view. Uh, Aubrey, how about you give yours."
Aubrey sat up at the sound of his name, and then smirked as he imagined the look on Daisy's face when he was finished. "Well, I think dreams are pointless."
"What?" Daisy asked, bolting up straight.
"I said, I think dreams are pointless; they don't tell you anything. The whole 'dreams tell you what you really feel' thing is a load of crap made up by a bunch of shrinks who were looking to make a buck or two after they went all lobotomy on their loyal customers. I mean, come on, if dreams really did reveal what's 'beneath the skin,' then why would we need people to dissect them for us?" Aubrey looked around the room and smiled as he saw that most people's faces were a complete blank. 'I guess they listened to me for once,' Aubrey mused to himself.
"Pah," Daisy exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "First of all, dreams having meanings was believed long before shrinks were around…"
"… yeah, they had all those dream interpreters right? Well, how do you think they made their money? Who would voluntarily have their balls cut off if there weren't some big bucks involved?" Aubrey asked, cutting Daisy off. "Because I guarantee you, no one would willingly have their balls chopped off if some serious dough wasn't involved."
"Whatever," Daisy snapped. "Secondly, maybe people need those dreams interpreted because they can't do it for themselves."
Aubrey just shook his head smiling; Daisy really didn't have a clue. "Oh, is that true? Well, let me tell YOU a little something. My mom decided to divorce my dad after eighteen years because she had a dream one night that led her to believe she should. Mom's not so certain, it was just a dream after all, and so she goes to see Mr. Shrink. Mr. Shrink says, 'yeah, that's exactly what your dreams telling you to do.' Well, she kept having more 'prophesizing' dreams, and Mr. Shrink kept telling her that they were clueing her in on to what she should be doing. So she believes him, she changes our lives completely because she has a dream, and Mr. Shrink man to back her up. She kept saying how Mr. Shrink was making her life better, helping her, how he knew everything that was vital to her being. The one thing that Mr. Shrink didn't seem to know was that my mom had a massive tumor in her brain. Those dreams weren't messages sent by her subconscious, they were chain reactions that her tumor caused."
No one said anything, and Daisy simply gaped at him. "I guess that sort of screws over your self-righteous spiel, doesn't it?" Aubrey asked, and then stood up slowly, and walked out of the lodge. He didn't need to deal with this, not memory's of his mom, not Daisy's self-righteous kick, not anything.
Angela stood up quickly; she needed to make sure Aubrey was okay. Peter, however, didn't seem to sense her urgency, more like he chose to ignore it. "Everyone, go to lunch," he commanded. No one seemed to be listening to what he was saying. "NOW!" He yelled, his voice booming. Everyone looked at him, and then followed his commands slowly. Angela hung back a little and so did Daisy. 'Perfect,' Angela thought to herself as she realized that her and Daisy were the only ones left.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Angela demanded, her nose millimeters from Daisy's.
"Listen, Queen of All That is Evil, I don't have time to deal with you right now. Okay?" Daisy asked trying to shove her way past her, but Angela knew she was stronger than Daisy had accounted for. Daisy stumbled a little when Angela pushed her back, her eyes wide.
"What's a matter Daisy? You don't like to play games when you don't have your bodyguards to protect you? Well that's just too damn bead because you're going to listen to me," Angela spat out. "I couldn't really give a rat's ass if you wanted to mess with me, but Aubrey's a different story, so why don't you just back off?"
"Why do you care? I mean, the only reason you like him is for your image, isn't that right?"
"Okay, you want to settle this now Daisy?" She asked, raising her perfectly plucked eyebrows high. "That's fine. I don't know what your deal is, but I'm sick of it. Just because you tried to put on a face and the kids in the sandbox still didn't like you for it is no reason to bag on my parade. So I put a face on, big deal, at least I don't go around driving people crazy."
"Yeah, well, at least I can sleep at night knowing that the people who like me, like me for who I am, and not some show I'm putting on for them," Daisy said vehemently, her eyes glowing.
"Mm hmm," Angela said with a laugh. "And who would those people be? Well the only ones I can think of are Shelby and Scott. Oh, but wait, then there's David," Angela said and put her mouth right next to Daisy's ear, so the next thing she said was barely above a whisper. "It must kill you to know that he would rather be with me, false face and all, then have the real Daisy."
Angela's whole body shook as she walked out of the lodge and into the warm summer air; she hated being so malicious to people. "She deserved it," Angela told herself, but deep down inside she knew she really didn't. Angela knew that most people didn't deserve her wrath. After all, it was natural for someone to want to know the people they're surrounded by. Angela just bit her lower lip, trying to decide what her next plan of action would be. She didn't feel like eating, and she had no idea where Aubrey would have run off to. A twig snapping on the ground let her know that her decision would soon be made, she whirled around only to find herself face to face with Sophie. "Shit," Angela mumbled underneath her breath; Sophie was the last person she wanted to talk to, especially after their last encounter.
"Angela," Sophie said, her voice perfectly calm.
"What?" Angela barked at her.
"Shouldn't you be off at lunch eating?" Sophie asked her, nodding back towards the building.
Angela took a deep breath and closed her eyes; she couldn't deal with this right now. "Shouldn't you be off sulking after Peter?"
Sophie's eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. Angela smiled at her, cocking her eyebrows. It really was too easy to get her riled up. "What I do in my own time is not your business, however what you do in your own time IS mine. So, you're going to go into the cafeteria and then you are going to eat, after you're finished you'll be going to the nurse's office to get your medication…" Angela made an involuntary choking noise that cause Sophie to stop mid sentence. "What?"
"How did you…" Angela started to say, but cut herself short. Maybe Sophie didn't know she was borderline schizophrenic. Surely Peter wouldn't have told her.
"I know every Cliffhanger and what sent them here, that's my job. Now back to what I was saying."
"No," Angela burst out, tears stinging at her eyes. "You may know why I'm here, but you sure as hell don't know who I am. And you know something else? You won't ever. I'm sick of this place, sick of its rules, but mostly I'm sick of you. So, I'm going to tell you about what's going to happen. I'm going to go to the dorm, and I'm going to take a nap," Angela said, spewing her words out a mile a minute. She turned around and began walking briskly as tears filled her eyes, and threatened to pour over.
"If you don't go to the cafeteria and eat right now, then you'll be put on shuns for a week," Sophie said, her voice full of venom.
Angela stopped where she was and smiled to herself; Sophie's pathetic little threats weren't going to work on her. "Shun away," Angela said simply, and then headed off towards the dorms.
Shelby watched as a shaking Daisy walked towards the table and sat down. She knew that Aubrey's words had impacted everyone, but she didn't understand why Daisy, Queen of Cool, was still reeling from it.
"Daisy, are you okay?" Juliette asked, mirroring Shelby's thoughts. "You look paler than usual, and your hair, it's all flat and stuff."
"Does tact mean anything to you," Shelby asked Juliette as she leveled her with a stare.
"Yeah," Juliette replied, pursing her lips and looking down at her food. "It means not being afraid to tell people the truth."
Shelby shook her head and smiled sarcastically at Juliette. "You want to know the truth Queenie? Well how about we talk about the fact that you look like you've added a few extra pounds. You might want to watch what you're eating for a while."
"Shelby," Scott said elbowing her.
"Yo, Shelby, that ain't cool, girl," Auggie said and then put his arm around Juliette consolingly.
Shelby just shrugged her shoulders and went back to contemplating why Daisy was acting more distant than usual. "Well, if it isn't another lunch full of tender love and care," David mocked. Shelby smiled, he may be a moron sometimes, but for the most part David was pretty funny.
"Yeah," Daisy scoffed punishing her green beans with the bottom of her spoon.
"Did your green beans upset you?" Shelby asked her in an attempt to lighten up the mood.
"Well," Daisy said smiling sardonically. "I think they deserve to be beaten for claiming to be green."
"Yeah," David said in his wily way. "They just want our sympathy. After all, everyone knows it isn't easy being green."
Everyone laughed, Daisy even smiled a little. "You're way out there man," Scott said to David.
"Nah," Daisy said shaking her head. "Aliens wouldn't come to live on our earth."
"So you're saying you believe in Aliens?" Scott asked her, his eyebrows cocked.
"Yes, yes I do."
"But there's no proof," Scott said, his mouth forming into a pout. It made his face look so adorable Shelby grabbed his hand underneath the table.
"Well, Sometimes I think that the surest sign that intelligent life exists somewhere is the fact that none of it had tried to contact us*." Daisy said smiling at him. Shelby smiled, and decided she would wait until they got back to the dorms to ask Daisy what her deal was. For the moment she was going to savor her time with Scott.
Author's Note: I added that last little Shelby bit for some comic relief, I thought we needed it. So, now you know (Mike's Super Short Show) what Mr. Aubrey's problems are… well you semi know… more like, you have some insight towards him, yeah, that's it. In any case, thanks for all the reviews, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Oh, and YEAH, I totally saw that Charmed episode. My sister is like obsessed, and that just so happened to be one of the episodes I taped for her.
*From the mouth of Calvin and Hobbes