Gordie fiddled absentmindedly with his book in History Class, trying
to honestly do the assignment that had been given to them. But he hated
History with a passion, and Grace, Chris and Faye were all in another class
together. He had gotten stuck in the class without them, and he was quite
lonely.
"You look distracted."
Gordie looked up and grinned at Halle, who had walked over to his desk. Their teacher had told them to work amongst themselves, but Gordie had remained in his seat quite reserved.
"Yeah, well," Gordie began, closing his book as Halle sat beside him. "I can't concentrate on this assignment. The French Revolution is-grr."
"Grr?" Halle raised her eyebrow. "Right...So I just wanted to-erm-thank you for helping me baby sit my poor excuse for a sister the other night."
"No problem," Gordie sighed. "She's actually kind of cute for a kid."
Halle scoffed. "Riiiight. She eats fingers, Gordie. Not cute. Anyway, um-I was-I just-listen I wanted to apologize."
Gordie arched an eyebrow. "For what?"
Halle diverted his gaze and looked around the classroom, like she wanted nothing more than to run away and hide. "Well, for...for ever jeopardizing your relationship with Grace. I know if I'd just kept my distance-not bothered to say anything to you-I dunno, nothing would have happened. And I know nothing will-I'm not stupid, but I also know what happened at the ice cream parlor the other night, and if I'd just kept my mouth shut it would have never happened. I'm sorry if I ever made you doubt your feelings for Grace, she's an amazing girl and she's very lucky to have you."
Gordie didn't know what to say to that. Here was this cynical, bitchy girl whom he never cared nor desired about and she was spilling her heart out. He was so touched by the fact that she apologized to him, he didn't know what to say. For several moments he just sat there staring at her. Her face turned red and she made to get up.
"Er-well I'll just be going."
Gordie snapped out of his gaze. "No-no wait. Sorry, I was just...listen, Halle. You're so different than I thought, right, it's just I love Grace very, very much and I don't know what'd I do without her. So thanks for understanding."
Halle nodded and turned her eyes away, afraid that Gordie would see the hurt in them.
"Gordie...I know we could never be more than friends, obviously," Halle murmured. "But I want you to know I'm always here for you, okay?"
Gordie grinned warmly. "Okay."
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"Why do ya think strawberries are pink?"
"They're not 'pink', they are red."
"No, they are definitely pink."
Chris laughed and watched Faye examine a large strawberry before popping it into her mouth. She grinned with content and swallowed the piece of fruit.
"Mmmm!" she said licking her lips. "I love strawberries." She popped another one into her mouth as Chris bit slowly into one also.
They were hanging in the Berry's kitchen, eating strawberries because there was nothing better to do. It was snowing heavily outside and most of the shops were closed.
"Why are we eating strawberries in the winter?" Chris queried, eyeing an especially juicy-looking one, before devouring it in seconds.
"Hmmm," Faye said, sucking on yet another strawberry. "Because my family is retarded. And the fact that Gabe gets them for free at his job at the market."
"Ahhh, I see. What is better than free fruit?"
"Free...erm...oh my gosh, nothing is better than free fruit!"
Chris laughed and took a sip from his hot chocolate then shuddered. "Gaaaaack! That is horrible-never, ever mix strawberries and hot chocolate. Two very different worlds clashed into one."
Faye looked sympathetically at Chris, then dipped her own strawberry into her hot chocolate and ate it. She began to laugh and choke at the same time when she saw the look of disgust on Chris' face.
"What ARE you two doing?"
Gabe himself had just stridden [haha awesome word!, stridden I love it] into the kitchen and was beginning to fix himself a sandwich. Upon seeing Faye choking and laughing and Chris eyeing her with amusement, he became baffled.
"Faye is eating strawberries and hot chocolate," Chris began. "At the same time." He shuddered.
"Gabe, they're your strawberries," Faye protested, once she had recovered from her choking fit. "Our whole freezer is stocked with them."
Gabe shook his head. "Whatever. Anyways, Faye, mom wanted me to tell you that she won't be home for dinner tonight, so we have to fend for ourselves."
Faye grinned happily. "Cool! Gabe, can we order out?"
Gabe frowned at his sister. "No! Wait-sure-but you're paying."
Faye shook her head. "Hell no. You're the one with the job."
"So?" Gabe shrugged, spreading mayonnaise onto his roll. "Get a job then, no one is stopping you."
Faye scowled. "I guess I'll just make spaghetti. Sigh, and I was having so much fun playing with these strawberries." She looked at the strawberries sadly, as if they were lonely. "Chris, would you like to stay for some of my spaghetti?"
Chris grinned. "I'd love to Faye, and erm-eat what you refer to as your 'spaghetti' but I have tons of homework to do."
Faye sighed. "Ooooookay, if you must." Secretly, however, Faye was a bit nervous about asking him to stay anyway. Even though her mother wasn't going to be there, she knew Mrs. Berry didn't approve of Chris. Faye, of course, didn't care, but she didn't want Chris feeling uncomfortable.
"Actually," Chris said checking his watch. "I gotta get going home now anyway. I'll see you tomorrow, then."
Faye stood up. "You got your truck? You are not walking home in this weather."
Chris smirked. "Yes, I've got my trunk. I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed her quickly before getting his bag and waving good bye to Gabe quickly.
Faye sighed once he left and turned to Gabe, who was smirking cockily. "Awww, how sweet!" Gabe said.
Faye rolled her eyes. "Screw you. Anyways, where's that damn spaghetti?"
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Skipping down the snow covered street, Anne dodged snowballs that were pelted her way by some sixth graders hiding behind cars.
"Stupid-stupid buffoons!" She called to them, narrowly missing a very icy snowball.
The kids just laughed and ran off to find new victims. Brushing some snow out of her hair, Anne continued on her way. She really didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care either. Just then, something hard and icy hit her in the back of the head and she stopped in her tracks and turned around furiously.
"I TOLD YOU TO-" she stopped when she was met with the worried and quite frantic eyes of Vern Tessio.
"Oh man!" He cried, hurrying towards her. "Oh, I'm so, so, so sorry Anne! I thought you were somebody else!"
Anne giggled and brushed the snow out of her hair, suddenly not bothered by it.
"It's okay." She grinned at him and he stuffed his hands in his pockets. An awkward silence ensued both of them.
"So where you going?" Vern asked.
Anne shrugged. "Honestly, nowhere. I'm incredibly bored."
Vern grinned shyly. "Me too. Want to go for a walk?"
Anne smiled and for the first time in a while, she blushed-because of a guy.
"Sure."
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[Okay. That was a shorter chapter, I know, but I'm planning on ending this story soon. Wait-do panic-lol, I plan to wrap it up in maybe two to four more chapters. I just have to wrap some stuff up. Anywho, I already have ideas for a new story, and I'm excited. This story has done good so far, and I don't want to make it have a bad ending, so a few more chapters should do the trick! Thanks to: StormShadow21 for continually reviewing and making me feel inspired to continue writing! And also, SleepIsFun for reviewing continually also! You two have reviewed from the getgo, and thanks so much! :) Here's to another chapter. Love and Strawberries, The Good Girl]
"You look distracted."
Gordie looked up and grinned at Halle, who had walked over to his desk. Their teacher had told them to work amongst themselves, but Gordie had remained in his seat quite reserved.
"Yeah, well," Gordie began, closing his book as Halle sat beside him. "I can't concentrate on this assignment. The French Revolution is-grr."
"Grr?" Halle raised her eyebrow. "Right...So I just wanted to-erm-thank you for helping me baby sit my poor excuse for a sister the other night."
"No problem," Gordie sighed. "She's actually kind of cute for a kid."
Halle scoffed. "Riiiight. She eats fingers, Gordie. Not cute. Anyway, um-I was-I just-listen I wanted to apologize."
Gordie arched an eyebrow. "For what?"
Halle diverted his gaze and looked around the classroom, like she wanted nothing more than to run away and hide. "Well, for...for ever jeopardizing your relationship with Grace. I know if I'd just kept my distance-not bothered to say anything to you-I dunno, nothing would have happened. And I know nothing will-I'm not stupid, but I also know what happened at the ice cream parlor the other night, and if I'd just kept my mouth shut it would have never happened. I'm sorry if I ever made you doubt your feelings for Grace, she's an amazing girl and she's very lucky to have you."
Gordie didn't know what to say to that. Here was this cynical, bitchy girl whom he never cared nor desired about and she was spilling her heart out. He was so touched by the fact that she apologized to him, he didn't know what to say. For several moments he just sat there staring at her. Her face turned red and she made to get up.
"Er-well I'll just be going."
Gordie snapped out of his gaze. "No-no wait. Sorry, I was just...listen, Halle. You're so different than I thought, right, it's just I love Grace very, very much and I don't know what'd I do without her. So thanks for understanding."
Halle nodded and turned her eyes away, afraid that Gordie would see the hurt in them.
"Gordie...I know we could never be more than friends, obviously," Halle murmured. "But I want you to know I'm always here for you, okay?"
Gordie grinned warmly. "Okay."
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"Why do ya think strawberries are pink?"
"They're not 'pink', they are red."
"No, they are definitely pink."
Chris laughed and watched Faye examine a large strawberry before popping it into her mouth. She grinned with content and swallowed the piece of fruit.
"Mmmm!" she said licking her lips. "I love strawberries." She popped another one into her mouth as Chris bit slowly into one also.
They were hanging in the Berry's kitchen, eating strawberries because there was nothing better to do. It was snowing heavily outside and most of the shops were closed.
"Why are we eating strawberries in the winter?" Chris queried, eyeing an especially juicy-looking one, before devouring it in seconds.
"Hmmm," Faye said, sucking on yet another strawberry. "Because my family is retarded. And the fact that Gabe gets them for free at his job at the market."
"Ahhh, I see. What is better than free fruit?"
"Free...erm...oh my gosh, nothing is better than free fruit!"
Chris laughed and took a sip from his hot chocolate then shuddered. "Gaaaaack! That is horrible-never, ever mix strawberries and hot chocolate. Two very different worlds clashed into one."
Faye looked sympathetically at Chris, then dipped her own strawberry into her hot chocolate and ate it. She began to laugh and choke at the same time when she saw the look of disgust on Chris' face.
"What ARE you two doing?"
Gabe himself had just stridden [haha awesome word!, stridden I love it] into the kitchen and was beginning to fix himself a sandwich. Upon seeing Faye choking and laughing and Chris eyeing her with amusement, he became baffled.
"Faye is eating strawberries and hot chocolate," Chris began. "At the same time." He shuddered.
"Gabe, they're your strawberries," Faye protested, once she had recovered from her choking fit. "Our whole freezer is stocked with them."
Gabe shook his head. "Whatever. Anyways, Faye, mom wanted me to tell you that she won't be home for dinner tonight, so we have to fend for ourselves."
Faye grinned happily. "Cool! Gabe, can we order out?"
Gabe frowned at his sister. "No! Wait-sure-but you're paying."
Faye shook her head. "Hell no. You're the one with the job."
"So?" Gabe shrugged, spreading mayonnaise onto his roll. "Get a job then, no one is stopping you."
Faye scowled. "I guess I'll just make spaghetti. Sigh, and I was having so much fun playing with these strawberries." She looked at the strawberries sadly, as if they were lonely. "Chris, would you like to stay for some of my spaghetti?"
Chris grinned. "I'd love to Faye, and erm-eat what you refer to as your 'spaghetti' but I have tons of homework to do."
Faye sighed. "Ooooookay, if you must." Secretly, however, Faye was a bit nervous about asking him to stay anyway. Even though her mother wasn't going to be there, she knew Mrs. Berry didn't approve of Chris. Faye, of course, didn't care, but she didn't want Chris feeling uncomfortable.
"Actually," Chris said checking his watch. "I gotta get going home now anyway. I'll see you tomorrow, then."
Faye stood up. "You got your truck? You are not walking home in this weather."
Chris smirked. "Yes, I've got my trunk. I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed her quickly before getting his bag and waving good bye to Gabe quickly.
Faye sighed once he left and turned to Gabe, who was smirking cockily. "Awww, how sweet!" Gabe said.
Faye rolled her eyes. "Screw you. Anyways, where's that damn spaghetti?"
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Skipping down the snow covered street, Anne dodged snowballs that were pelted her way by some sixth graders hiding behind cars.
"Stupid-stupid buffoons!" She called to them, narrowly missing a very icy snowball.
The kids just laughed and ran off to find new victims. Brushing some snow out of her hair, Anne continued on her way. She really didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care either. Just then, something hard and icy hit her in the back of the head and she stopped in her tracks and turned around furiously.
"I TOLD YOU TO-" she stopped when she was met with the worried and quite frantic eyes of Vern Tessio.
"Oh man!" He cried, hurrying towards her. "Oh, I'm so, so, so sorry Anne! I thought you were somebody else!"
Anne giggled and brushed the snow out of her hair, suddenly not bothered by it.
"It's okay." She grinned at him and he stuffed his hands in his pockets. An awkward silence ensued both of them.
"So where you going?" Vern asked.
Anne shrugged. "Honestly, nowhere. I'm incredibly bored."
Vern grinned shyly. "Me too. Want to go for a walk?"
Anne smiled and for the first time in a while, she blushed-because of a guy.
"Sure."
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[Okay. That was a shorter chapter, I know, but I'm planning on ending this story soon. Wait-do panic-lol, I plan to wrap it up in maybe two to four more chapters. I just have to wrap some stuff up. Anywho, I already have ideas for a new story, and I'm excited. This story has done good so far, and I don't want to make it have a bad ending, so a few more chapters should do the trick! Thanks to: StormShadow21 for continually reviewing and making me feel inspired to continue writing! And also, SleepIsFun for reviewing continually also! You two have reviewed from the getgo, and thanks so much! :) Here's to another chapter. Love and Strawberries, The Good Girl]
