A/N: My computer hates me. I kinda released 4 and 5 together so be sure
that you remember to read chapter 4 before this! My cable modem has been
down or something evil like that. So here it be...(and I still love ya'll,
don't worry)
Directions. I forgot to ask for directions to Kelly's house in my rush to flee from my bedroom. And now I was lost. I pulled over and dug in my pocket for my cell phone. I dialed Kelly's number again waited for an answer. "Hello?" Kelly's voice asked over the phone. "Uh, Kelly, I forgot to ask for directions," I said sheepishly. "Oh no problem," she replied and the thus proceeded to give me directions from where I was at to her house. I'll admit, I was embarrassed to have to ask for directions, especially since I had hung up the phone before getting them the first time. But Kelly made me feel like it wasn't my fault or something, and it made me feel a whole lot better. Of course, anything could make me feel better considering what kind of day it had been. I mean, I got the cold- shoulder from the girl I happened to like -although my grandfather and Slash seem to think I was in love with her. And then my grandfather was upset because I wanted to teach her to 'shift', and lastly I just had a shaking fit accompanied by this terrible vision a good twenty minutes earlier. Slash was right, there was a lot on my plate. More than I could chew.
I drove up to this very nice brick, two-story house. It was a pretty good sized home, but not as big as mine was. I got out of my car and went up the stone stairs until I arrived at Kelly's doorstep. I rang the doorbell and waited with my hands in my pockets. I heard Kelly's voice on an intercom that was right by her front door. She told me to come in, and that the door was unlocked. Hmm, snazzy. I opened the door to this huge foyer, with huge staircases on both sides of the room. Impressive, I thought to myself. Kelly appeared on the top of one of the staircases and said, "Come on up, my study is this way." I bounded up the staircase and followed her to her study. It was a big room with shelves lining the walls, filled with books. There was a pretty nice looking couch too.
"Take a seat," Kelly offered, "I'll be right back." I sat down on the couch. I could tell it was real leather because it smelled as leather usually does. Kelly disappeared through a door that I assumed led to a closet of some sort. She pulled out a bunch of supplies and set them gently on the floor. "All right, so what was your idea?" Kelly asked with interest. Idea...uh oh. "I was thinking that we could...uh...hand out food or candy or something," I said. Hey, it was worth a shot. "Oh my Gosh, Paul, that's a great idea! My daddy knows someone in the candy bar business!" Kelly shrieked with delight as she sunk on the couch next to me. I didn't doubt that, her father probably knew everyone, considering he was a lawyer and had many clients. Kelly told me that earlier. "Okay so I'll ask my daddy if he can get us some candy bars that say 'Vote Prescott/Slater' on them. Does that sound okay to you?" she asked. I nodded in agreement.
"What else should we do?" I asked. "We need some posters," Kelly replied as she sat on the ground in front of all the supplies. I joined her and grabbed a red marker. Kelly wrote in big bubble letters 'Prescott/Slater: The People's choice'. "How does this look? Is it too cheesy?" Kelly asked as she showcased her poster. "Not as cheesy as this," I replied while writing in big print. I held the sign up and read, "Kelly Prescott and Paul Slater: Two P's in a pod." Kelly started to laugh, "That's cute, Paul! Just like you are." That statement shocked me a little. Kelly called me cute! CUTE? Oh, she's gonna get it. "Cute, huh? Not for long," I crawled closer to her with a grin. I pulled the cap off my red marker and held it in front of her face menacingly. "What are you doing, Paul?" Kelly asked, fear creeping on the features of her face. "This," I replied as I dotted her on the nose with it. "Oh, now you're gonna pay, Slater! I just got done washing my face!" Kelly shrieked as she pulled the cap off of her marker and pounced on me with it. I tumbled to the ground, with Kelly on top of me trying to mark me on the face. I shielded myself with my arms, until she got me on my cheek. "Yeah, now you don't look so cute anymore," Kelly said with a victorious smile on her face. She placed the cap back on her marker with a click.
Now I was in an interesting position. Kelly was still on top of me, giggling innocently. I guess I was staring at her for awhile because she stopped giggling. Then she touched her hand to my face, tracing the mark she made on my cheek with her thumb. She closed her eyes and started inching in closer and closer. Oh, gosh. I didn't know what do then. I put my hands on her small waist and closed my eyes too. Hey, I had a bad day. I thought I deserved it. I had every reason to let her kiss me. I mean, she was nice AND she wasn't deathly afraid of me. Which is more than I can say for certain other girls (one Susannah Simon). But I still liked Suze. True, she practically hated my guts, but she could learn to like me. Kissing Kelly, it was...well, it just wasn't right. I couldn't go around kissing other girls in their study, not when I was pretty sure I liked someone else. Morals suck, that's for sure. So instead of allowing her to kiss me, which would have been easier, I tickled her. Yeah, I know...tickling? You gotta give me some credit; it worked. She fell off of me and I continued to tickle her until she pleaded for me to stop. "Hey, we still have some work to do," I reminded her in a 'let's get to business' manner.
"There's something missing," Kelly stated as she admired the poster she just made. "It looks fine," I commented, boredly. After every poster, she would say that. There was two tons of glitter on it and it had little hearts and stars all over it. "You think?" she asked as she held it upright. I nodded a big yes. "One more poster, and then I'd better head home," I said. "Okay," Kelly replied pulling another poster board toward her, "What should it say?" We both meditated on it for awhile. "Presenting Prescott and Paul, the perfect presidential pair," Kelly said, continuing to think about it. "That sounded cool. It just rolls off the tongue," I commented, repeating the slogan to myself. "Okay then, I like it too," Kelly said while writing it out on the clean board. "This time something really is missing," I teased when she was through. "What? I think it's great. What's wrong with it?" she asked a little defensively. I snatched a pencil and drew a picture of Kelly and me holding our arms up in victory. "It needed ummph," I stated with a grin. "Paul! You never told me you could draw! That is so COOL!" Kelly squealed. "Thanks. Well, it's a little late. I think I need to get going. Our big campaign starts tomorrow so we might as well catch a few winks," I said as I stood up from the floor. "Okay, I'll walk you to the door," Kelly replied. I helped her get up. She took my hand and led me down the long staircase up to her door. "Bye, Paul," Kelly stopped at her door. "Bye, Kell," I waved with my free hand. She didn't let go of my arm, though. I could sense she was expecting something besides a plain ole good-bye from me. Finally, when she figured I wasn't going to do anything more, she let go of my hand. "Catch ya later, toots," I said goodbye again with a wink. And then I walked to my car. I got in and started it up. Then all of a sudden, I wasn't alone anymore.
"Geez, Slash, don't scare me like that," I said, startled. "You know, Paulie, you shouldn't be out this late. Especially out going to girl's houses," Slash scolded playfully. "Then what brings you here?" I retorted as I put the car on drive. "Just checking up on you. I mean, you just took off and I was worried," Slash responded, sounding genuinely concerned. Sometimes, Slash seemed to be more of a father to me than my own dad was. My dad, Rick Slater, was completely oblivious to everything that was going on in my life. Of course, my mom was the same way. They just let Jack and me run around, doing whatever the hell we wanted. They usually never paid any attention to us, unless Jack was spouting about his ability to see dead people. My dad wasn't really concerned about Jack's mental well being he just didn't want to be pegged with a crazy kid. Same with my grandfather. But Slash always listened to me and tried, as much as possible, to keep me out of trouble. It was embarrassing when he would spy on me all the time, but I learned to deal with it.
"You don't need to worry about me, I just...needed to get out of the house, that's all," I said innocently. I really did not want to talk about why I left my home in such a rush. Slash smiled mischievously and asked, "Was that her? The girl you-," "Like? No, she's my running mate for class presidential elections," I interrupted quickly. "She was pretty hot stuff, eh Paulie?" Slash nudged me playfully. "Yeah, she's pretty cute," I replied truthfully. Yeah, and she doesn't hate my guts, I thought to myself. "Then why didn't you let her kiss you? She seemed pretty willing, you know. So why not?" he asked. Okay, we were going to have to sort something out. Slash was abusing his privileges as a ghost. "Because...it just...wasn't right," I replied, keeping my eyes on the road. "Because," Slash countered, "You are in love with that other girl. Susan, is it?" "Susannah," I corrected him, "And I'm not in...we're just...I just like her, okay?" "All right, no need to get all defensive on me, Paulie. Just making an observation," Slash said, and in a flash, he dematerialized.
Finally, I was home. It was almost midnight, and I knew Mark would go nutty if he caught me out this late. I looked at the moon, which was just a curved sliver, and took a breath of fresh air. Then I closed my eyes and imagined my room, with my gray bedspread and modern décor. And the next thing I knew, I was back in my room. Sneaking out made easy by shifting...hah! I quickly, but quietly, showered and then hit the sack. But no matter how tired I was, I just couldn't drift off to sleep. That vision: the stars falling on me and cutting me, the doors swirling around me, the cries of Suze, all of those images stayed afloat in my mind. I felt emotionally drained...literally empty. The vision haunted me, more than any ghost could.
Directions. I forgot to ask for directions to Kelly's house in my rush to flee from my bedroom. And now I was lost. I pulled over and dug in my pocket for my cell phone. I dialed Kelly's number again waited for an answer. "Hello?" Kelly's voice asked over the phone. "Uh, Kelly, I forgot to ask for directions," I said sheepishly. "Oh no problem," she replied and the thus proceeded to give me directions from where I was at to her house. I'll admit, I was embarrassed to have to ask for directions, especially since I had hung up the phone before getting them the first time. But Kelly made me feel like it wasn't my fault or something, and it made me feel a whole lot better. Of course, anything could make me feel better considering what kind of day it had been. I mean, I got the cold- shoulder from the girl I happened to like -although my grandfather and Slash seem to think I was in love with her. And then my grandfather was upset because I wanted to teach her to 'shift', and lastly I just had a shaking fit accompanied by this terrible vision a good twenty minutes earlier. Slash was right, there was a lot on my plate. More than I could chew.
I drove up to this very nice brick, two-story house. It was a pretty good sized home, but not as big as mine was. I got out of my car and went up the stone stairs until I arrived at Kelly's doorstep. I rang the doorbell and waited with my hands in my pockets. I heard Kelly's voice on an intercom that was right by her front door. She told me to come in, and that the door was unlocked. Hmm, snazzy. I opened the door to this huge foyer, with huge staircases on both sides of the room. Impressive, I thought to myself. Kelly appeared on the top of one of the staircases and said, "Come on up, my study is this way." I bounded up the staircase and followed her to her study. It was a big room with shelves lining the walls, filled with books. There was a pretty nice looking couch too.
"Take a seat," Kelly offered, "I'll be right back." I sat down on the couch. I could tell it was real leather because it smelled as leather usually does. Kelly disappeared through a door that I assumed led to a closet of some sort. She pulled out a bunch of supplies and set them gently on the floor. "All right, so what was your idea?" Kelly asked with interest. Idea...uh oh. "I was thinking that we could...uh...hand out food or candy or something," I said. Hey, it was worth a shot. "Oh my Gosh, Paul, that's a great idea! My daddy knows someone in the candy bar business!" Kelly shrieked with delight as she sunk on the couch next to me. I didn't doubt that, her father probably knew everyone, considering he was a lawyer and had many clients. Kelly told me that earlier. "Okay so I'll ask my daddy if he can get us some candy bars that say 'Vote Prescott/Slater' on them. Does that sound okay to you?" she asked. I nodded in agreement.
"What else should we do?" I asked. "We need some posters," Kelly replied as she sat on the ground in front of all the supplies. I joined her and grabbed a red marker. Kelly wrote in big bubble letters 'Prescott/Slater: The People's choice'. "How does this look? Is it too cheesy?" Kelly asked as she showcased her poster. "Not as cheesy as this," I replied while writing in big print. I held the sign up and read, "Kelly Prescott and Paul Slater: Two P's in a pod." Kelly started to laugh, "That's cute, Paul! Just like you are." That statement shocked me a little. Kelly called me cute! CUTE? Oh, she's gonna get it. "Cute, huh? Not for long," I crawled closer to her with a grin. I pulled the cap off my red marker and held it in front of her face menacingly. "What are you doing, Paul?" Kelly asked, fear creeping on the features of her face. "This," I replied as I dotted her on the nose with it. "Oh, now you're gonna pay, Slater! I just got done washing my face!" Kelly shrieked as she pulled the cap off of her marker and pounced on me with it. I tumbled to the ground, with Kelly on top of me trying to mark me on the face. I shielded myself with my arms, until she got me on my cheek. "Yeah, now you don't look so cute anymore," Kelly said with a victorious smile on her face. She placed the cap back on her marker with a click.
Now I was in an interesting position. Kelly was still on top of me, giggling innocently. I guess I was staring at her for awhile because she stopped giggling. Then she touched her hand to my face, tracing the mark she made on my cheek with her thumb. She closed her eyes and started inching in closer and closer. Oh, gosh. I didn't know what do then. I put my hands on her small waist and closed my eyes too. Hey, I had a bad day. I thought I deserved it. I had every reason to let her kiss me. I mean, she was nice AND she wasn't deathly afraid of me. Which is more than I can say for certain other girls (one Susannah Simon). But I still liked Suze. True, she practically hated my guts, but she could learn to like me. Kissing Kelly, it was...well, it just wasn't right. I couldn't go around kissing other girls in their study, not when I was pretty sure I liked someone else. Morals suck, that's for sure. So instead of allowing her to kiss me, which would have been easier, I tickled her. Yeah, I know...tickling? You gotta give me some credit; it worked. She fell off of me and I continued to tickle her until she pleaded for me to stop. "Hey, we still have some work to do," I reminded her in a 'let's get to business' manner.
"There's something missing," Kelly stated as she admired the poster she just made. "It looks fine," I commented, boredly. After every poster, she would say that. There was two tons of glitter on it and it had little hearts and stars all over it. "You think?" she asked as she held it upright. I nodded a big yes. "One more poster, and then I'd better head home," I said. "Okay," Kelly replied pulling another poster board toward her, "What should it say?" We both meditated on it for awhile. "Presenting Prescott and Paul, the perfect presidential pair," Kelly said, continuing to think about it. "That sounded cool. It just rolls off the tongue," I commented, repeating the slogan to myself. "Okay then, I like it too," Kelly said while writing it out on the clean board. "This time something really is missing," I teased when she was through. "What? I think it's great. What's wrong with it?" she asked a little defensively. I snatched a pencil and drew a picture of Kelly and me holding our arms up in victory. "It needed ummph," I stated with a grin. "Paul! You never told me you could draw! That is so COOL!" Kelly squealed. "Thanks. Well, it's a little late. I think I need to get going. Our big campaign starts tomorrow so we might as well catch a few winks," I said as I stood up from the floor. "Okay, I'll walk you to the door," Kelly replied. I helped her get up. She took my hand and led me down the long staircase up to her door. "Bye, Paul," Kelly stopped at her door. "Bye, Kell," I waved with my free hand. She didn't let go of my arm, though. I could sense she was expecting something besides a plain ole good-bye from me. Finally, when she figured I wasn't going to do anything more, she let go of my hand. "Catch ya later, toots," I said goodbye again with a wink. And then I walked to my car. I got in and started it up. Then all of a sudden, I wasn't alone anymore.
"Geez, Slash, don't scare me like that," I said, startled. "You know, Paulie, you shouldn't be out this late. Especially out going to girl's houses," Slash scolded playfully. "Then what brings you here?" I retorted as I put the car on drive. "Just checking up on you. I mean, you just took off and I was worried," Slash responded, sounding genuinely concerned. Sometimes, Slash seemed to be more of a father to me than my own dad was. My dad, Rick Slater, was completely oblivious to everything that was going on in my life. Of course, my mom was the same way. They just let Jack and me run around, doing whatever the hell we wanted. They usually never paid any attention to us, unless Jack was spouting about his ability to see dead people. My dad wasn't really concerned about Jack's mental well being he just didn't want to be pegged with a crazy kid. Same with my grandfather. But Slash always listened to me and tried, as much as possible, to keep me out of trouble. It was embarrassing when he would spy on me all the time, but I learned to deal with it.
"You don't need to worry about me, I just...needed to get out of the house, that's all," I said innocently. I really did not want to talk about why I left my home in such a rush. Slash smiled mischievously and asked, "Was that her? The girl you-," "Like? No, she's my running mate for class presidential elections," I interrupted quickly. "She was pretty hot stuff, eh Paulie?" Slash nudged me playfully. "Yeah, she's pretty cute," I replied truthfully. Yeah, and she doesn't hate my guts, I thought to myself. "Then why didn't you let her kiss you? She seemed pretty willing, you know. So why not?" he asked. Okay, we were going to have to sort something out. Slash was abusing his privileges as a ghost. "Because...it just...wasn't right," I replied, keeping my eyes on the road. "Because," Slash countered, "You are in love with that other girl. Susan, is it?" "Susannah," I corrected him, "And I'm not in...we're just...I just like her, okay?" "All right, no need to get all defensive on me, Paulie. Just making an observation," Slash said, and in a flash, he dematerialized.
Finally, I was home. It was almost midnight, and I knew Mark would go nutty if he caught me out this late. I looked at the moon, which was just a curved sliver, and took a breath of fresh air. Then I closed my eyes and imagined my room, with my gray bedspread and modern décor. And the next thing I knew, I was back in my room. Sneaking out made easy by shifting...hah! I quickly, but quietly, showered and then hit the sack. But no matter how tired I was, I just couldn't drift off to sleep. That vision: the stars falling on me and cutting me, the doors swirling around me, the cries of Suze, all of those images stayed afloat in my mind. I felt emotionally drained...literally empty. The vision haunted me, more than any ghost could.
