Ok, ok, the reviews for the last one and all the ideas made me decide
to write this one out. ^-^ I knew I couldn't hold out that long.
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It'd been three months since Kurtis left. About 2160 hours, 129600 seconds, if she did her math right, and she had no idea why she was keeping track of time like this. Three months seemed like forever as each minute stretched on through the day. A loud, high-pitched, female voice screamed, "Lara!" from downstairs. Lara sighed.
"Yes?" she called back.
"Phone!" Lara sighed again.
"Hello," she answered, trying not to sound annoyed when she picked up the phone.
"Hey," a familiar male voice said, "What have you been doing besides missing me?"
"Kurtis?" The world seemed to stop when she said his name. She felt like someone had knocked the wind out of her.
"You bet. So, you got a room for me?"
"Of course."
The phone clicked, Lara and Kurtis jumped when that high-pitched (sounding like she was screaming), female voice said, "Hey! Who the hell is this?!"
Lara said, "M-" stopped, and started again, "Get off the phone."
"Make me bitch!"
"Get off the phone!"
When the phone clicked again, Kurtis asked, "Who was that?"
"Uh, no one. . Where are you?"
"Airport."
"Give me the directions and I'll come get you," Lara said. A few minutes later, Lara came downstairs with a piece of paper in her hand. "I have to go pick up a friend for the airport."
"We'll go with you," The woman (in which I haven't revealed her name to you yet) said.
"No."
"WE"RE GOING WITH YOU!"
"Ok, Ok. Get in the car."
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Kurtis paced back and forth by a bench outside the airport. He was never good at waiting for people. A car pulled up, the window rolled down, and Lara said, "Get it." He walked around to the passenger side. When he was all settled in, Lara sped off.
Kurtis said, "Are we angry today or something?"
"Don't kill people, Lara, jeeze," a female voice yelled from behind Kurtis. He turned around to look at her. The woman with light brown hair and eyes seemed vaguely familiar to him.
"Who are you?" He turned to Lara, then paused before he said, "Oh."
Lara said, "'Oh' what?"
"Related to you perhaps?"
"No."
"Yes," the woman yelled.
"You know," he sighed, "honesty is an important thing in a relationship."
"Please," Lara said, "spare me. We are not having a relationship." He laughed and she glared at him.
"I know who she is," Larson said climbing out from under the backseat.
Lara said, "Where'd you come from?"
". . . I don't know. . . Hmm . oh well! Anyways, this is Lara's mom."
"Interesting," Kurtis said. "Does she have a name?"
"That is my name," Lara's mom answered. "Want to know how I met Lara's father?"
"Uh, sure."
"Good! I was going to tell you anyway! Well, one day I saw him walking down the street and then, sometime after, we were married."
"What a story," Kurtis said sarcastically.
Larson said, "Well, Kurtis, I see you haven't changed any. You still can't shave." Kurtis growled, but didn't say anything.
"It's only been three months," Lara defended him. "How much did you expect him to change?"
"I figured he would've learned to shave by now."
Kurtis sighed, "How many times do I have to tell you-"
"Excuses, excuses," Larson interrupted. Lara swerved so Larson hit his head on the window. "Ow."
"Thank you," Kurtis said.
Lara's mom yelled, "You didn't let me finish! . Anyways, Lara's father was pretty wealthy, so I bet you think I married him for his money. Wrong, I married him for his butler, the butler."
"Mom, the butler was hired by me when I got my own house," Lara said. "Stop telling people that story."
"I can do what I want, bitch. Who is this guy anyway? Who are you?"
Kurtis said, " Lara hasn't told you about us?"
"What 'us'? There is no us," Lara said.
"I don't care," Lara's mom yelled in Kurtis's ear. "Just tell me his name. It's not that hard."
"His name is Kurtis Trent, ok mom."
Larson asked, "So where are we headed?"
"Back to my house," Lara answered, "but you can't come. I'm so fed up with you."
"But you haven't seen me since Kurtis left."
"That doesn't matter. You're so fucking annoying I could kill myself."
Kurtis said, "But she wont do that 'cause she's got me now, and of course, I'm the best thing that's happened to her."
Lara rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You are so pathetic, Kurtis." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You never really find out about Lara's Mom, so I put her in. I like working with annoying people and serious people in one story too. More to come.
It'd been three months since Kurtis left. About 2160 hours, 129600 seconds, if she did her math right, and she had no idea why she was keeping track of time like this. Three months seemed like forever as each minute stretched on through the day. A loud, high-pitched, female voice screamed, "Lara!" from downstairs. Lara sighed.
"Yes?" she called back.
"Phone!" Lara sighed again.
"Hello," she answered, trying not to sound annoyed when she picked up the phone.
"Hey," a familiar male voice said, "What have you been doing besides missing me?"
"Kurtis?" The world seemed to stop when she said his name. She felt like someone had knocked the wind out of her.
"You bet. So, you got a room for me?"
"Of course."
The phone clicked, Lara and Kurtis jumped when that high-pitched (sounding like she was screaming), female voice said, "Hey! Who the hell is this?!"
Lara said, "M-" stopped, and started again, "Get off the phone."
"Make me bitch!"
"Get off the phone!"
When the phone clicked again, Kurtis asked, "Who was that?"
"Uh, no one. . Where are you?"
"Airport."
"Give me the directions and I'll come get you," Lara said. A few minutes later, Lara came downstairs with a piece of paper in her hand. "I have to go pick up a friend for the airport."
"We'll go with you," The woman (in which I haven't revealed her name to you yet) said.
"No."
"WE"RE GOING WITH YOU!"
"Ok, Ok. Get in the car."
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Kurtis paced back and forth by a bench outside the airport. He was never good at waiting for people. A car pulled up, the window rolled down, and Lara said, "Get it." He walked around to the passenger side. When he was all settled in, Lara sped off.
Kurtis said, "Are we angry today or something?"
"Don't kill people, Lara, jeeze," a female voice yelled from behind Kurtis. He turned around to look at her. The woman with light brown hair and eyes seemed vaguely familiar to him.
"Who are you?" He turned to Lara, then paused before he said, "Oh."
Lara said, "'Oh' what?"
"Related to you perhaps?"
"No."
"Yes," the woman yelled.
"You know," he sighed, "honesty is an important thing in a relationship."
"Please," Lara said, "spare me. We are not having a relationship." He laughed and she glared at him.
"I know who she is," Larson said climbing out from under the backseat.
Lara said, "Where'd you come from?"
". . . I don't know. . . Hmm . oh well! Anyways, this is Lara's mom."
"Interesting," Kurtis said. "Does she have a name?"
"That is my name," Lara's mom answered. "Want to know how I met Lara's father?"
"Uh, sure."
"Good! I was going to tell you anyway! Well, one day I saw him walking down the street and then, sometime after, we were married."
"What a story," Kurtis said sarcastically.
Larson said, "Well, Kurtis, I see you haven't changed any. You still can't shave." Kurtis growled, but didn't say anything.
"It's only been three months," Lara defended him. "How much did you expect him to change?"
"I figured he would've learned to shave by now."
Kurtis sighed, "How many times do I have to tell you-"
"Excuses, excuses," Larson interrupted. Lara swerved so Larson hit his head on the window. "Ow."
"Thank you," Kurtis said.
Lara's mom yelled, "You didn't let me finish! . Anyways, Lara's father was pretty wealthy, so I bet you think I married him for his money. Wrong, I married him for his butler, the butler."
"Mom, the butler was hired by me when I got my own house," Lara said. "Stop telling people that story."
"I can do what I want, bitch. Who is this guy anyway? Who are you?"
Kurtis said, " Lara hasn't told you about us?"
"What 'us'? There is no us," Lara said.
"I don't care," Lara's mom yelled in Kurtis's ear. "Just tell me his name. It's not that hard."
"His name is Kurtis Trent, ok mom."
Larson asked, "So where are we headed?"
"Back to my house," Lara answered, "but you can't come. I'm so fed up with you."
"But you haven't seen me since Kurtis left."
"That doesn't matter. You're so fucking annoying I could kill myself."
Kurtis said, "But she wont do that 'cause she's got me now, and of course, I'm the best thing that's happened to her."
Lara rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You are so pathetic, Kurtis." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You never really find out about Lara's Mom, so I put her in. I like working with annoying people and serious people in one story too. More to come.