(AN: YaaY! chappy 3!!! And I PROMISE it's longer than the first two!)
Chapter 3---
"Oh my God, Candie! You're soaked! And by that I mean drenched..."
Candice was a little confused as to what Anna meant by that. What else could "soaked" mean? She decided to brush that off and stepped inside.
Anna's house was just as she remembered it to be- big and cozy, with dimmed lights in almost every room and the faint scent of lavender in the air. Candice reminisced for a minute, remembering how she would come here all the time during the summers when she was supposed to be at her grandparents' instead (not like they'd noticed), and Anna would always say that Candice practically lived here. Well, I do now, she thought.
Candice followed Anna upstairs into her room, where, on the end of her twin-sized bed, lay a powder blue nightgown and two towels. Candice thanked her friend while drying her hair with one of the towels on her way into the bathroom across the room. She turned up the gas light and looked into the mirror next to the water pump, realizing for the first time how tired she really was. Circles were starting to form under her eyes, and she noticed how much darker they looked with her mahogany shoulder-length hair framing her face. She reached into her bag for her brush, detangling her damp locks before putting them up in a messy bun.
"Candie, come heah, I wanna show ya somethin!"
Since when am I Candie? she asked herself, while sitting down on the edge of the bed she would be sleeping in across from Anna. And since when does Anna have a New York accent?
Anna pulled out an issue of The Sun, dated June 13, 1899. On the front page, a bunch of boys peered out from all directions at Candice, who looked back at their flustered faces with confusion spread on her own.
"Um, Anna?" she asked."What am I supposed to be looking at?"
"Dem, ya bum!" she replied, with her famous 'duh' look on her face. Yea, great answer Anna.
"What about them?"
"Dey're da newsies!!" Anna exclaimed,falling backwards with her fists in the air.
"Um,ok Anna...but why are you showing me a three month old picture of newsboys?"
Anna sat back up, her long dark hair falling around her face and in front of her emerald-flecked chocolate eyes. "You'll see later." she replied with a mischievous look in her eye, completely losing her phony accent. With that, Anna left the room, calling a friendly "good night" over her shoulder.
Still a little confused but moreso curious, Candice turned down the blankets, falling asleep almost as soon as the soft pillows touched her face.
Chapter 3---
"Oh my God, Candie! You're soaked! And by that I mean drenched..."
Candice was a little confused as to what Anna meant by that. What else could "soaked" mean? She decided to brush that off and stepped inside.
Anna's house was just as she remembered it to be- big and cozy, with dimmed lights in almost every room and the faint scent of lavender in the air. Candice reminisced for a minute, remembering how she would come here all the time during the summers when she was supposed to be at her grandparents' instead (not like they'd noticed), and Anna would always say that Candice practically lived here. Well, I do now, she thought.
Candice followed Anna upstairs into her room, where, on the end of her twin-sized bed, lay a powder blue nightgown and two towels. Candice thanked her friend while drying her hair with one of the towels on her way into the bathroom across the room. She turned up the gas light and looked into the mirror next to the water pump, realizing for the first time how tired she really was. Circles were starting to form under her eyes, and she noticed how much darker they looked with her mahogany shoulder-length hair framing her face. She reached into her bag for her brush, detangling her damp locks before putting them up in a messy bun.
"Candie, come heah, I wanna show ya somethin!"
Since when am I Candie? she asked herself, while sitting down on the edge of the bed she would be sleeping in across from Anna. And since when does Anna have a New York accent?
Anna pulled out an issue of The Sun, dated June 13, 1899. On the front page, a bunch of boys peered out from all directions at Candice, who looked back at their flustered faces with confusion spread on her own.
"Um, Anna?" she asked."What am I supposed to be looking at?"
"Dem, ya bum!" she replied, with her famous 'duh' look on her face. Yea, great answer Anna.
"What about them?"
"Dey're da newsies!!" Anna exclaimed,falling backwards with her fists in the air.
"Um,ok Anna...but why are you showing me a three month old picture of newsboys?"
Anna sat back up, her long dark hair falling around her face and in front of her emerald-flecked chocolate eyes. "You'll see later." she replied with a mischievous look in her eye, completely losing her phony accent. With that, Anna left the room, calling a friendly "good night" over her shoulder.
Still a little confused but moreso curious, Candice turned down the blankets, falling asleep almost as soon as the soft pillows touched her face.