A/N: So, this is my last chaoter, I know it's short. Anyway thank you guys for reviewing. (audi thanks for the cookie.) Ingrid's sister is in this chapter, everyone says her name is Ariel, but I could have sworn it's Ariella. Anyway it doesn't matter. So here it is, enjoy!
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Ingrid was laying on her bed when there was a knock on her door. "Who is it?" She asked, expecting Fillmore or her father.
"It's Ariella," said her sister, "can I come in?"
"Sure," Ingrid answered, relieved.
"Dad told me what happened, Ingrid."
"That figures," Ingrid shot back, mad at her father.
"Why didn't you just tell Fillmore yourself?"
"Because it's none of his business!"
"He was really worried about you."
"Why should he have been? I told him I was fine. My life is not a case for him to solve. I told him to give me some time and he said he would. He lied."
"You are so right," agreed Ariella, getting a new idea.
"Really?"
"Yeah," she said, getting up and walking to the door. "He had absolutly no right to come over here." And then she added sarcasticly, "I mean, you don't go over to his house and mess around in his life just baecause he's acting odd."
"Wait!" Ingrid called as her sister began to leave. "What are you talking about?"
"Well Ingrid, you don't exactly stay out of his life, you know."
"Like when?"
"Ok...you remember that time when Fillmore had to go undercover in the mini golf tourney?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, first of all you volunteered him without asking him first-"
"But usually he-"
"Then, when he acted strange you wouldn't leave him alone about it." Ariella went on ignoring her sister's interruption. "And then, when he wouldn't tell you what was up you went over to his house and made him tell you."
"That's different," said Ingrid, trying to defend herself. "He was acting weird and I was worried about him. I was just being a good friend."
"Exactly. Ingrid, Fillmore wasn't trying to violate your privacy. He knew you weren't fine snd since you wouldn't tell him anything, it made him worried. He was just trying to be a good friend."
"Well, I guess you're right," said Ingrid, not wanting to admit she was wrong.
"I know I am," said Ariella standing up to leave. "Oh and Ingrid, can I tell you one more thing?"
"Sure, shoot."
"You're really lucky to have Fillmore as a friend."
"Yeah, I know I am." And she meant it, there weren't a lot of people like Fillmore. She was going to have to do a lot of appologizing to make up for this.
At the same time Ingrid and Ariella were talking Fillmore was walking home alone. 'Maybe I shouldn't have gone over there. Maybe I should have just given her some space' he thought. "Man, how am iI gonna make up for this one?" He asked himself.
The next day Ingrid was waiting for Fillmore on his porch when he came out. "Look Ingrid, I-"
"Let's walk," Ingrid interrupted.
"Uh...ok. Listen, I'm sorry about last night I just-"
"You're sorry? Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."
"Yes I did. I crossed the line. You're not a case forr me to solve, you told me to back off and I wouldn't listen."
"No way Fillmore, I'm sorry. I should have told you what was up. You were just doing what you thought was right. And I'm glad you did."
"For real?"
"Yeah, thank you."
"For what?"
"For worrying."
"No problem. And Ingrid, it's not your fault."
"I thought we just established that this whole argument was my fault."
"No, I don't mean that. I mean about your mom. It's not your fault."
Ingrid just looked at him, ony Fillmore would have the guts to bring that up. " But Fillmore it-"
"No, really Ingrid. It's not your fault, it never was. You've been hanging on to this to long. You have to let it go or you're never gonna feel better. You'll never be happy."
"What are you, a grief conselor?"
"If you need me to be."
Ingrid looked at the ground, thinking. Then slowly, she nodded. "Okay."
"So, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"And are we good?"
Ingrid looked up and straight at Fillmore. "Yeah. Yeah, we're great."
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A/N: Did you like it? Still hoping that they're in character. Anyway, if you did like it and you want to read my next story it's going to be called "She's Gone" I'll start it either Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday, I hope you'll check it out it'll be much longer I promise. But if you don't read it thanks for reading this one! :)
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Ingrid was laying on her bed when there was a knock on her door. "Who is it?" She asked, expecting Fillmore or her father.
"It's Ariella," said her sister, "can I come in?"
"Sure," Ingrid answered, relieved.
"Dad told me what happened, Ingrid."
"That figures," Ingrid shot back, mad at her father.
"Why didn't you just tell Fillmore yourself?"
"Because it's none of his business!"
"He was really worried about you."
"Why should he have been? I told him I was fine. My life is not a case for him to solve. I told him to give me some time and he said he would. He lied."
"You are so right," agreed Ariella, getting a new idea.
"Really?"
"Yeah," she said, getting up and walking to the door. "He had absolutly no right to come over here." And then she added sarcasticly, "I mean, you don't go over to his house and mess around in his life just baecause he's acting odd."
"Wait!" Ingrid called as her sister began to leave. "What are you talking about?"
"Well Ingrid, you don't exactly stay out of his life, you know."
"Like when?"
"Ok...you remember that time when Fillmore had to go undercover in the mini golf tourney?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, first of all you volunteered him without asking him first-"
"But usually he-"
"Then, when he acted strange you wouldn't leave him alone about it." Ariella went on ignoring her sister's interruption. "And then, when he wouldn't tell you what was up you went over to his house and made him tell you."
"That's different," said Ingrid, trying to defend herself. "He was acting weird and I was worried about him. I was just being a good friend."
"Exactly. Ingrid, Fillmore wasn't trying to violate your privacy. He knew you weren't fine snd since you wouldn't tell him anything, it made him worried. He was just trying to be a good friend."
"Well, I guess you're right," said Ingrid, not wanting to admit she was wrong.
"I know I am," said Ariella standing up to leave. "Oh and Ingrid, can I tell you one more thing?"
"Sure, shoot."
"You're really lucky to have Fillmore as a friend."
"Yeah, I know I am." And she meant it, there weren't a lot of people like Fillmore. She was going to have to do a lot of appologizing to make up for this.
At the same time Ingrid and Ariella were talking Fillmore was walking home alone. 'Maybe I shouldn't have gone over there. Maybe I should have just given her some space' he thought. "Man, how am iI gonna make up for this one?" He asked himself.
The next day Ingrid was waiting for Fillmore on his porch when he came out. "Look Ingrid, I-"
"Let's walk," Ingrid interrupted.
"Uh...ok. Listen, I'm sorry about last night I just-"
"You're sorry? Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."
"Yes I did. I crossed the line. You're not a case forr me to solve, you told me to back off and I wouldn't listen."
"No way Fillmore, I'm sorry. I should have told you what was up. You were just doing what you thought was right. And I'm glad you did."
"For real?"
"Yeah, thank you."
"For what?"
"For worrying."
"No problem. And Ingrid, it's not your fault."
"I thought we just established that this whole argument was my fault."
"No, I don't mean that. I mean about your mom. It's not your fault."
Ingrid just looked at him, ony Fillmore would have the guts to bring that up. " But Fillmore it-"
"No, really Ingrid. It's not your fault, it never was. You've been hanging on to this to long. You have to let it go or you're never gonna feel better. You'll never be happy."
"What are you, a grief conselor?"
"If you need me to be."
Ingrid looked at the ground, thinking. Then slowly, she nodded. "Okay."
"So, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"And are we good?"
Ingrid looked up and straight at Fillmore. "Yeah. Yeah, we're great."
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A/N: Did you like it? Still hoping that they're in character. Anyway, if you did like it and you want to read my next story it's going to be called "She's Gone" I'll start it either Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday, I hope you'll check it out it'll be much longer I promise. But if you don't read it thanks for reading this one! :)