A/N: I apologize for the sheer shortness of the last chapter, but I wanted
the 4th one to end with a cliffhanger, and then have the reveal be like its
own chapter, I had hoped it would be longer, but oh well. And also I
apologize if this chapter totally sucks, it's the only one I didn't have
finished already, so I'm writing it as I go . . .hmmm
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Simon woke up with a terrible headache; there had been a lot of yelling the night before. He felt bad that no one went out, but he couldn't understand why they wouldn't just go without them. Or at least Tristan would have gone out, that would have made for an easier night, and no headache.
He sat up in his bed and looked around the room, he had no clue what time it was. However, the sun was out, and that led him to believe that it was decently late. He walked into Ruthie's old room, and ruthie was already gone, but Tristan was sleeping peacefully in the other bed.
Simon tiptoed to the side of the bed. She was lying there on her side with her back to him. The sun coming in through the windows was streaked on her face, and her hair that was spread across the pillow. He smiled, she was so beautiful, and he was so lucky. He could kick himself for doing what he was doing to her. He wanted to tell her more than anything, but he couldn't . . . She made him swear.
He bent down slowly to kiss her temple, and right before his lips touched her skin, "Don't touch me Simon!" she snapped. He jumped back a foot with his arms in the air.
"Good morning" he laughed sarcastically. She just sat up and stared at him. She wanted to believe him, she had always trusted Simon. But he looked so guilty; she had to know what was going on.
"What do you want?" she said folding her arms. It was so hard to be mad at him, the way he stood there in his plaid pajama pants with the big hole on the leg, with that goofy smile. "Be strong," she told herself," don't let him off the hook yet"
"Um," he said, he wanted just to spill everything to her, and then they could be ok, "I have a headache," he just couldn't do it, "do you have any aspirin?"
She reached down and grabbed her purse off the floor. She fumbled around a minute then threw a bottle at him.
"Is that all you wanted?" she said glaring at him
"Come on Simon, tell her. You can't keep doing this," he told himself. But all he did was shake his head yes.
He shuffled out of the bedroom frustrated with himself, and then he heard a quiet voice.
"Simon?" he turned, and she wanted to just tell him everything was ok, but she wasn't going to let him win, she turned back to angry mode, "My mom is coming in today," she almost growled, "so . . . just because I act like I'm not mad at you, I am"
Simon just leaned against the doorframe, and smiled slightly, "I love you" he whispered. He went downstairs with hope that everything would straighten out before the wedding; he loved her way too much for it to end now.
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Around 3 o'clock Annie and the girls were all busy getting dinner ready. Tristan came in the back door with a woman in her forties who looked almost exactly like Tristan, a balding man with a moustache and a teenage boy.
"Oh, you guys are back!" Annie said leaving dinner to greet her guests.
"Mrs. Camden," Tristan started, "this is my mom, Cinda"
"Oh its so nice to put a name to a voice," Annie said hugging her.
While the introductions continued Simon closed the door behind them, and quietly set the keys on the counter.
"And this is Roger," Tristan said, "He's my step daddy" Simon smiled; her accent was a lot thicker now that her family was here. "And this is my step brother Dustin."
Ruthie stopped what she was doing to look at this guy. He was tall, tan, with shaggy brown hair. He was probably about 16 or 17, she figured he played football. Peter went to camp this summer, and he told Ruthie they were "on a break" she had no idea what that meant, all she knew was this guy was hot.
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When all of the introductions were done, and Simon had gotten back from taking Roger to the hotel to get checked in, they sat down for dinner.
Just as Annie sat down, and everyone joined hands for grace, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Annie said getting out of her seat and heading for the door. She grumbled as she approached the door. She had worked all day on this meal, and she wanted everything to go perfectly. Who could possibly be coming by at this time anyway?
She plastered a fake smile on her face and opened the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Camden"
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Who was at the door?? You wont find out until tomorrow! Muah ha ha!! I love having this kind of power!!!
~~Review and maybe you'll find out sooner *wink wink*~~
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Simon woke up with a terrible headache; there had been a lot of yelling the night before. He felt bad that no one went out, but he couldn't understand why they wouldn't just go without them. Or at least Tristan would have gone out, that would have made for an easier night, and no headache.
He sat up in his bed and looked around the room, he had no clue what time it was. However, the sun was out, and that led him to believe that it was decently late. He walked into Ruthie's old room, and ruthie was already gone, but Tristan was sleeping peacefully in the other bed.
Simon tiptoed to the side of the bed. She was lying there on her side with her back to him. The sun coming in through the windows was streaked on her face, and her hair that was spread across the pillow. He smiled, she was so beautiful, and he was so lucky. He could kick himself for doing what he was doing to her. He wanted to tell her more than anything, but he couldn't . . . She made him swear.
He bent down slowly to kiss her temple, and right before his lips touched her skin, "Don't touch me Simon!" she snapped. He jumped back a foot with his arms in the air.
"Good morning" he laughed sarcastically. She just sat up and stared at him. She wanted to believe him, she had always trusted Simon. But he looked so guilty; she had to know what was going on.
"What do you want?" she said folding her arms. It was so hard to be mad at him, the way he stood there in his plaid pajama pants with the big hole on the leg, with that goofy smile. "Be strong," she told herself," don't let him off the hook yet"
"Um," he said, he wanted just to spill everything to her, and then they could be ok, "I have a headache," he just couldn't do it, "do you have any aspirin?"
She reached down and grabbed her purse off the floor. She fumbled around a minute then threw a bottle at him.
"Is that all you wanted?" she said glaring at him
"Come on Simon, tell her. You can't keep doing this," he told himself. But all he did was shake his head yes.
He shuffled out of the bedroom frustrated with himself, and then he heard a quiet voice.
"Simon?" he turned, and she wanted to just tell him everything was ok, but she wasn't going to let him win, she turned back to angry mode, "My mom is coming in today," she almost growled, "so . . . just because I act like I'm not mad at you, I am"
Simon just leaned against the doorframe, and smiled slightly, "I love you" he whispered. He went downstairs with hope that everything would straighten out before the wedding; he loved her way too much for it to end now.
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Around 3 o'clock Annie and the girls were all busy getting dinner ready. Tristan came in the back door with a woman in her forties who looked almost exactly like Tristan, a balding man with a moustache and a teenage boy.
"Oh, you guys are back!" Annie said leaving dinner to greet her guests.
"Mrs. Camden," Tristan started, "this is my mom, Cinda"
"Oh its so nice to put a name to a voice," Annie said hugging her.
While the introductions continued Simon closed the door behind them, and quietly set the keys on the counter.
"And this is Roger," Tristan said, "He's my step daddy" Simon smiled; her accent was a lot thicker now that her family was here. "And this is my step brother Dustin."
Ruthie stopped what she was doing to look at this guy. He was tall, tan, with shaggy brown hair. He was probably about 16 or 17, she figured he played football. Peter went to camp this summer, and he told Ruthie they were "on a break" she had no idea what that meant, all she knew was this guy was hot.
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When all of the introductions were done, and Simon had gotten back from taking Roger to the hotel to get checked in, they sat down for dinner.
Just as Annie sat down, and everyone joined hands for grace, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Annie said getting out of her seat and heading for the door. She grumbled as she approached the door. She had worked all day on this meal, and she wanted everything to go perfectly. Who could possibly be coming by at this time anyway?
She plastered a fake smile on her face and opened the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Camden"
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Who was at the door?? You wont find out until tomorrow! Muah ha ha!! I love having this kind of power!!!
~~Review and maybe you'll find out sooner *wink wink*~~