Tristan sat huddled on the plastic lounge chair next to the not-so-clean
pool at the cheap motel. It was so blistering outside; she swore she saw
steam when her tears hit the pavement.
She couldn't decide if she was more hurt or angry with Simon. She had never been in love like that before; sure she thought she had in high school. But it was nothing like this. She cried harder when she realized she still loved him, and she wanted him back so badly that it almost didn't matter that he cheated.
"What is wrong with me?" she said aloud to herself.
"It's just love" a voice said from behind her.
She whipped around wiping her tears quickly, embarrassed for acting this way in public. Her embarrassment quickly turned into hatred and anger when she saw Cecilia leaning on the gate behind her.
Tristan groaned, "Haven't you done enough?" her eyes were teary and her voice was shaky. Seeing Cecilia made her either want to lash out, or cower in a corner, she couldn't decide which.
"What are you doing here?" Cecilia asked, genuinely concerned for her.
"I just thought I'd stay here until I could get a flight home" Tristan said flatly, "I called Mary to bring me my stuff later." She wondered how she had found her, "wait, did Mary tell you I was here? She wasn't supposed to tell!" Tristan went into irrepressible sobs.
Cecilia in an act of pure understanding joined Tristan on the chair, and threw her arms around her. Tristan, although she was furious with Simon and Cecilia, gladly embraced the comfort.
"Mary didn't tell me," Cecilia told her calmly, "I'm staying here too, I went up to my room to make some calls and I saw you out here."
Cecilia's tone of voice put questions in Tristan's head. Cecilia did care about Simon, that was obvious. Did she care about him enough to get him back with his fiancé? The way she was caring about Tristan showed legitimate innocence.
Cecilia let go of Tristan, and then she pulled up a chair next to hers.
"Ok," she started softly, "I have to tell you some things"
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Simon came into the house completely ignoring his worried parents who stood by the phone. He ran up the stairs and into the attic bedroom. He'd been thinking in the car for hours, and things had finally clicked.
"Where is she?" he shouted, his voice trembling in anger and regret.
Mary just looked out the window, "how should I know"
He approached Mary quickly and putting his face right in hers, "don't play stupid Mary, I know you know!"
"Simon calm down!" she said pushing him away, "you are being unreasonable"
"I'm being unreasonable?!" he snapped, "I'm supposed to get married tomorrow! And now I'm not going to because you told her I kissed Cecilia!"
"I had to tell her Simon!" Mary yelled back, "She has the right to know when you are messing around behind her back!"
"Mary you don't understand!" Simon's voice got quieter, "I just can't tell you. But I have to tell Tristan, so please tell me where she is"
Mary saw the tears forming in her baby brother's eyes. He loved this girl more than anything; there was no way he was cheating. And he had to let Tristan know that.
"She's at a hotel," Mary told him, "I wont tell you which one, there aren't many so it shouldn't take too long. But that's all I'm telling you, this way it looks like I didn't say anything." Then he left without either of them saying a word.
Simon saw Wilson in the hall on his way out.
"Hey, you're ba-"Wilson started, but Simon cut him off.
"I know something's going on between you and Mary" he said, "Fix it. Now. I promise you, you don't want to feel like I do right now"
Then he hurried down the stairs and out the door.
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"So after I got sober I lived with my aunt in Phoenix. But when I was ok on my own I got a job and an apartment. "Cecilia continued, "and then I met Jordan. We've been together . . .wow, like 10 months now. "
Tristan had been listening to Cecilia's life story for a good half an hour.
Cecilia smiled, "ok so that's where this starts to make sense. Jordan's dad is really sick, so he went home to Washington to take care of him and help his mom out. After he left, I found out I was pregnant. I was really stressing over the whole thing, then my aunt died in a car accident. So I missed a lot of work, and I got fired." Cecilia was getting a lump in her throat trying to tell her story," I barely had enough money to eat when I had my job so obviously I couldn't pay for my apartment anymore. I scrounged up the last bit of money to fill up my tank and drive up to GlenOak to beg my parents for some sympathy, but they cut me off financially like 3 years ago, and they still won't speak to me. So I've been living in my car for a few days."
Tristan had her hand over her mouth in complete shock, "oh my gosh how awful" she was so concerned about Cecilia, she had almost forgotten why she was telling her all of this.
"So a few days ago Simon saw me sleeping in my car, a block away from the Camden's, and he flipped out and made me stay at his house. I'm really sorry about the panties, I was in such a hurry to get out without getting caught I forgot them," she half-smiled, "then he got me this motel room and invited me over for dinner." Then Cecilia started to cry, Tristan squeezed her hand.
"No no, it's ok" she said consolingly, "I understand why Simon wanted to help."
"I'm so scared," Cecilia confessed, "I need Jordan, I wanna marry him and I want to have this baby and-"
Tristan cut her off, "what about Jordan? Why couldn't he help you?"
Cecilia sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "I lost the number at his parent's house, as far as he knows I'm still in Arizona" Cecilia almost laughed, "I know, I'm really stupid."
"We have to get a hold of him!" Tristan said, getting really worked up by Cecilia's whole situation.
"That's what Simon has been trying to do"
Tristan suddenly remembered why she was talking to Cecilia, "wait," she began nervously, "what about the kiss?"
"Oh, that?" Cecilia told her, "It was just a comforting, friendly kiss. I promise, I was just being all hysterical like this and-"
"No, it's ok, I don't need to hear anymore." Tristan said trying her hardest not to be angry.
"You're so lucky you know" Cecilia said after a few moments of silence, "Simon has to be one of the best guys in the world. Please don't give that up over me. I really didn't mean to cause any trouble."
"I know you didn't" Tristan told her staring off into the parking lot, "Do you know where he is?"
"I last saw him in the garage at the Camden's. But I would stay here, he's probably going to come looking for you . . . if he knows what's good for him"
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Simon drove along the streets of GlenOak nervously tapping his hands on the steering wheel. He could barely keep his eyes on the road, he looked down every street and in every parking lot for Mary's car, he knew she took it.
When he passed the hotel that he had checked Cecilia into he thought he would ask Cecilia. She most likely wouldn't have a clue, but at this moment, anything was worth a shot.
He saw Cecilia sitting on the curb; he parked his car crooked across two parking spaces. He jumped out of the car and ran towards her.
"Where is she?" he asked praying that she had some idea.
Cecilia stood up, "She's staying here, I was talking to her a few minutes ago, and I told her everything." She confessed, "we were out by the pool and then she left, I don't know if she's still here or what room she's in-"
As Cecilia explained this to Simon, he completely disregarded her and walked into the motel lobby.
The lobby had an orange tile floor, and most of the tiles were missing. A cat with big clumps of hair missing hissed at him from atop a chair with legs of different sizes. A large man in a sweat stained t-shirt was behind the turquoise counter.
"Yeah?" the guy said looking at Simon as if he had interrupted something extremely important.
"Um, yes" Simon said attempting to approach the counter, but his shoes were almost stuck to the floor, "I need to know the room number of a Miss. Reeves?"
"Hmmm. . ." the man said scratching his greasy hair, "what does she look like?"
"Well . . ." Simon started, "she's got brown hair, a little past her shoulders. It used to be longer, but she cut it a while ago. She comes up to about here on me, so she fits in my arms perfectly. She's from Georgia; almost everything she says is cute, even when she's angry with me. Sometimes when I come to pick her up in the morning I can hear her singing in the shower from down the hall." Simon went on, "She looks gorgeous no matter what she wears, and she's especially cute in my clothes. She loves everyone around her, no matter what. She's afraid of spiders and the dark. And I just kept something from her, and I'm going to lose her if I don't find her soon." He finished worn out.
The man at the counter stared at Simon strangely, "Did you say brown hair?"
"Yes!" Simon blurted, annoyed.
"Oh, well she checked out a few minutes ago"
Simon hit his palm hard against the counter then turned and pushed open the door especially hard and huffed towards his car. He stomped angrily to try and mask the tears that were forming in his eyes.
He had really done it, he'd ruined everything. His life was going just fine, and it was about to get better, and now it was all over. He had no idea how he had lost her, well, he knew how, but he didn't know how he let it happen.
He heard a voice that made him turn, and he saw a scared girl with a tear streaked face running towards him with an apologetic smile on her face.
"Simon!"
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A/N: dang, that was a long one, almost done!! 1 more chapter! Oh so sad
I hope u guys weren't disappointed that Simon was innocent; I didn't want him to be doing something bad, I wanted him to be doing something good.
Ok so last night on ABC Family, classic 7th heaven! Eric and Annie's wedding, Wilson breaks Mary's window, Lucy/Mary chick fight. Totally restored my love for Mary and Wilson, and my understanding of how bad fashion was in the 90's (Mary in like knee-length shorts *gag*) so now im super inspired for my next story which is in the works! Hooray! Ok, well im outta here!
Review!! Or I'll go on strike!! Don't make me do it, I will you know!
She couldn't decide if she was more hurt or angry with Simon. She had never been in love like that before; sure she thought she had in high school. But it was nothing like this. She cried harder when she realized she still loved him, and she wanted him back so badly that it almost didn't matter that he cheated.
"What is wrong with me?" she said aloud to herself.
"It's just love" a voice said from behind her.
She whipped around wiping her tears quickly, embarrassed for acting this way in public. Her embarrassment quickly turned into hatred and anger when she saw Cecilia leaning on the gate behind her.
Tristan groaned, "Haven't you done enough?" her eyes were teary and her voice was shaky. Seeing Cecilia made her either want to lash out, or cower in a corner, she couldn't decide which.
"What are you doing here?" Cecilia asked, genuinely concerned for her.
"I just thought I'd stay here until I could get a flight home" Tristan said flatly, "I called Mary to bring me my stuff later." She wondered how she had found her, "wait, did Mary tell you I was here? She wasn't supposed to tell!" Tristan went into irrepressible sobs.
Cecilia in an act of pure understanding joined Tristan on the chair, and threw her arms around her. Tristan, although she was furious with Simon and Cecilia, gladly embraced the comfort.
"Mary didn't tell me," Cecilia told her calmly, "I'm staying here too, I went up to my room to make some calls and I saw you out here."
Cecilia's tone of voice put questions in Tristan's head. Cecilia did care about Simon, that was obvious. Did she care about him enough to get him back with his fiancé? The way she was caring about Tristan showed legitimate innocence.
Cecilia let go of Tristan, and then she pulled up a chair next to hers.
"Ok," she started softly, "I have to tell you some things"
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Simon came into the house completely ignoring his worried parents who stood by the phone. He ran up the stairs and into the attic bedroom. He'd been thinking in the car for hours, and things had finally clicked.
"Where is she?" he shouted, his voice trembling in anger and regret.
Mary just looked out the window, "how should I know"
He approached Mary quickly and putting his face right in hers, "don't play stupid Mary, I know you know!"
"Simon calm down!" she said pushing him away, "you are being unreasonable"
"I'm being unreasonable?!" he snapped, "I'm supposed to get married tomorrow! And now I'm not going to because you told her I kissed Cecilia!"
"I had to tell her Simon!" Mary yelled back, "She has the right to know when you are messing around behind her back!"
"Mary you don't understand!" Simon's voice got quieter, "I just can't tell you. But I have to tell Tristan, so please tell me where she is"
Mary saw the tears forming in her baby brother's eyes. He loved this girl more than anything; there was no way he was cheating. And he had to let Tristan know that.
"She's at a hotel," Mary told him, "I wont tell you which one, there aren't many so it shouldn't take too long. But that's all I'm telling you, this way it looks like I didn't say anything." Then he left without either of them saying a word.
Simon saw Wilson in the hall on his way out.
"Hey, you're ba-"Wilson started, but Simon cut him off.
"I know something's going on between you and Mary" he said, "Fix it. Now. I promise you, you don't want to feel like I do right now"
Then he hurried down the stairs and out the door.
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"So after I got sober I lived with my aunt in Phoenix. But when I was ok on my own I got a job and an apartment. "Cecilia continued, "and then I met Jordan. We've been together . . .wow, like 10 months now. "
Tristan had been listening to Cecilia's life story for a good half an hour.
Cecilia smiled, "ok so that's where this starts to make sense. Jordan's dad is really sick, so he went home to Washington to take care of him and help his mom out. After he left, I found out I was pregnant. I was really stressing over the whole thing, then my aunt died in a car accident. So I missed a lot of work, and I got fired." Cecilia was getting a lump in her throat trying to tell her story," I barely had enough money to eat when I had my job so obviously I couldn't pay for my apartment anymore. I scrounged up the last bit of money to fill up my tank and drive up to GlenOak to beg my parents for some sympathy, but they cut me off financially like 3 years ago, and they still won't speak to me. So I've been living in my car for a few days."
Tristan had her hand over her mouth in complete shock, "oh my gosh how awful" she was so concerned about Cecilia, she had almost forgotten why she was telling her all of this.
"So a few days ago Simon saw me sleeping in my car, a block away from the Camden's, and he flipped out and made me stay at his house. I'm really sorry about the panties, I was in such a hurry to get out without getting caught I forgot them," she half-smiled, "then he got me this motel room and invited me over for dinner." Then Cecilia started to cry, Tristan squeezed her hand.
"No no, it's ok" she said consolingly, "I understand why Simon wanted to help."
"I'm so scared," Cecilia confessed, "I need Jordan, I wanna marry him and I want to have this baby and-"
Tristan cut her off, "what about Jordan? Why couldn't he help you?"
Cecilia sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "I lost the number at his parent's house, as far as he knows I'm still in Arizona" Cecilia almost laughed, "I know, I'm really stupid."
"We have to get a hold of him!" Tristan said, getting really worked up by Cecilia's whole situation.
"That's what Simon has been trying to do"
Tristan suddenly remembered why she was talking to Cecilia, "wait," she began nervously, "what about the kiss?"
"Oh, that?" Cecilia told her, "It was just a comforting, friendly kiss. I promise, I was just being all hysterical like this and-"
"No, it's ok, I don't need to hear anymore." Tristan said trying her hardest not to be angry.
"You're so lucky you know" Cecilia said after a few moments of silence, "Simon has to be one of the best guys in the world. Please don't give that up over me. I really didn't mean to cause any trouble."
"I know you didn't" Tristan told her staring off into the parking lot, "Do you know where he is?"
"I last saw him in the garage at the Camden's. But I would stay here, he's probably going to come looking for you . . . if he knows what's good for him"
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Simon drove along the streets of GlenOak nervously tapping his hands on the steering wheel. He could barely keep his eyes on the road, he looked down every street and in every parking lot for Mary's car, he knew she took it.
When he passed the hotel that he had checked Cecilia into he thought he would ask Cecilia. She most likely wouldn't have a clue, but at this moment, anything was worth a shot.
He saw Cecilia sitting on the curb; he parked his car crooked across two parking spaces. He jumped out of the car and ran towards her.
"Where is she?" he asked praying that she had some idea.
Cecilia stood up, "She's staying here, I was talking to her a few minutes ago, and I told her everything." She confessed, "we were out by the pool and then she left, I don't know if she's still here or what room she's in-"
As Cecilia explained this to Simon, he completely disregarded her and walked into the motel lobby.
The lobby had an orange tile floor, and most of the tiles were missing. A cat with big clumps of hair missing hissed at him from atop a chair with legs of different sizes. A large man in a sweat stained t-shirt was behind the turquoise counter.
"Yeah?" the guy said looking at Simon as if he had interrupted something extremely important.
"Um, yes" Simon said attempting to approach the counter, but his shoes were almost stuck to the floor, "I need to know the room number of a Miss. Reeves?"
"Hmmm. . ." the man said scratching his greasy hair, "what does she look like?"
"Well . . ." Simon started, "she's got brown hair, a little past her shoulders. It used to be longer, but she cut it a while ago. She comes up to about here on me, so she fits in my arms perfectly. She's from Georgia; almost everything she says is cute, even when she's angry with me. Sometimes when I come to pick her up in the morning I can hear her singing in the shower from down the hall." Simon went on, "She looks gorgeous no matter what she wears, and she's especially cute in my clothes. She loves everyone around her, no matter what. She's afraid of spiders and the dark. And I just kept something from her, and I'm going to lose her if I don't find her soon." He finished worn out.
The man at the counter stared at Simon strangely, "Did you say brown hair?"
"Yes!" Simon blurted, annoyed.
"Oh, well she checked out a few minutes ago"
Simon hit his palm hard against the counter then turned and pushed open the door especially hard and huffed towards his car. He stomped angrily to try and mask the tears that were forming in his eyes.
He had really done it, he'd ruined everything. His life was going just fine, and it was about to get better, and now it was all over. He had no idea how he had lost her, well, he knew how, but he didn't know how he let it happen.
He heard a voice that made him turn, and he saw a scared girl with a tear streaked face running towards him with an apologetic smile on her face.
"Simon!"
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A/N: dang, that was a long one, almost done!! 1 more chapter! Oh so sad
I hope u guys weren't disappointed that Simon was innocent; I didn't want him to be doing something bad, I wanted him to be doing something good.
Ok so last night on ABC Family, classic 7th heaven! Eric and Annie's wedding, Wilson breaks Mary's window, Lucy/Mary chick fight. Totally restored my love for Mary and Wilson, and my understanding of how bad fashion was in the 90's (Mary in like knee-length shorts *gag*) so now im super inspired for my next story which is in the works! Hooray! Ok, well im outta here!
Review!! Or I'll go on strike!! Don't make me do it, I will you know!