A/N-yes, this is ANOTHER story by yours truly. I know, I know, I have like
so many started and only one finished BUT I started this one a while back
and as I have stated before gave up ff.net for lent so I wasn't able to
post it. The Newsies won't come in until ch. 3, so just hang in there.
Uh....I haven't decided if I'm gonna have a CC or not, so I'll keep y'all
informed. That's all for now!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own newsies *sniff sniff*. I do however own the plot line, and all my characters(Alex/Lexi, her dad, her mom, Leslie...and so on). I don't own the song either(and I don't know if the HTML will work, I've tried it before and it never seems to work so if it doesn't can someone PLEASE help me get it to work). The song, "That's why they call it a union" is written and sung by Less Than Jake. It is theirs and I don't own it either. In fact, I don't own much...
b WHEN IT RAINS b
CHAPTER 1
i "There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for three years now
There's a thunderstorm inside
And it won't go away" i
When it rains, it pours in my world. And all my sunny days are accompanied by a bunch of clouds. That's just the way things are in my life. I've learned to deal with it.
It was a stormy day, in more ways then one. I woke up to the sounds of heavy rain beating down on the roof above my head and my parents yelling bellow me. It had been like that for three years now. They would argue constantly, over who knows what, at insane hours of the morning and night, one would storm off in a rage, come back and night and then they wouldn't speak for the rest of the week. To make it all better, the next week the cycle would start all over again. Every night now, we sit down to a half cooked dinner, courtesy of my mom who is lashing out at my dad and in turn we all get punished. I, being the peacemaker I am, will try and fill the dreary silence with the events of my day. However, that just makes things worse, and even more awkward. And of course, being the mature adults they are, won't even talk to each other. Even about the simplest things! Like if the salt shaker is right at my dad's elbow my mom would say "Alex, please pass the salt" because obviously she can't ask my dad. It's a gruel some process, but it's beginning to grow on me. I heard the front door slam and the sounds of a car starting up. It was now safe for me to go downstairs. I pulled myself out of my warm bed, the cold air stinging my bare legs. I then headed downstairs to find my dad sitting at the kitchen table, his head in his hands.
"Hi dad" I said softly. My dad looked up, bags under his blue eyes and his brown hair tangled from him running his hand through it too many times. People say I look like my dad, which I suppose I do.
"Hi" he grunted half-heartedly. I went over to our coffee maker and poured my dad a mug full, then walked it over. He grunted a thanks and I knew he wanted to be left alone. With a sigh, I headed back upstairs to take a shower. It was going to be a long day. I could feel it.
My friend Leslie picked me up and took me to school, like she does every morning, and I informed her that this morning my mom walked out.
"Who usually walks out?" she asked, driving particularly slow and cautiously because the heavy rain made visibility very bad.
"It's about equal" I looked down at my hands, almost in shame. I sometimes wish that they would just get divorced and get it over with. Their constant bickering is driving me mad.
"Oh" Leslie said, not knowing what else to say. "I wasn't old enough to witness the fighting involved with my parents divorce." Leslie's parents had gotten divorced when she was only two, and to be completely honest, I envied her for that fact.
"Yeah. I really wish they would just get the damn divorce. They don't pay attention to me anymore. Plus, they're always putting me in the middle of the arguments" Leslie let out a sympathetic sigh as she pulled into the school's parking lot.
"I'm sorry Lexi" she said, before parking in her assigned spot. "And now, to add to all the fun, we have to go to school" I let out a slight laugh and got out of the car. I was soaked in five seconds. Together, we ran to the door, laughing our heads off. Those few seconds were the best part of my day.
In English we got back our essays. Mine had a lovely red D+ at the top along with my teachers messy scrawl that said "see me after class." In pre- calc I had a pop quiz that I completely bombed. Lunch was uneventful, except for the fact that they didn't have any meatballs so I couldn't get my usual meatball sub. Then, I went to AP Spanish where I discovered I had a speaking test that I totally forgot about. My last class was theatre, where I found out that we had a major problem with the lighting board, which was bad news seeing as how opening night for "The Crucible" is next week.
Leslie drove me home, in the still pouring rain. I was surprised to see my dad's SUV parked in the driveway, he never comes home early. I gave Leslie a shrug and then raced from the car to my front door, getting soaked in the process. I stepped inside, dripping wet, and dropped my backpack on the ground. My dad stepped out of the kitchen, still looking disheveled and the bags under his eyes looked darker and deeper. Wordlessly, he pulled me into a tight hug, obviously not caring that I was soaking wet, and I hesitantly hugged him back. I knew right then that there was no way this was good news.
"Lexi" he said, after stepping back from the embrace, his normally solid voice sounding a little weak and shaky. "Oh God Lexi."
"What?!?" I asked anxiously, my voice cracking.
"Suzanne" he said, stating my mom's name. "Well, after she drove off this morning she...well you know how bad the visibility is out there" I slowly nodded my head. I didn't like where this was going. "I guess she was pretty angry because they said that she was going pretty fast. Well...she...she ran into a telephone pole...and...the car was cleaved in half" my dad's voice was getting shakier as he went on and I could already feel the tears welling up in my eyes, expecting the worst. "They...they say she died on impact..." I suddenly forgot how to breath and it felt as if every single organ in my body was now caught in my throat. I let out a sound that sounded like a gurgle, and I couldn't get my voice to work. The world had come to a sudden halt, time had stopped, and all of a sudden I was alone. She can't be dead. She can't be dead. She can't be. No. She can't be dead. "Oh God Lexi" my dad said again pulling me back into a hug. I could feel the tears streaming down my face and my body shook in my dad's strong hold.
"No" I finally stammered out. "It's not true..." my voice was weak and it came out in a faint whisper for that was all I could muster and I knew inside that it was true, as much as I tried to deny it. I cried into my dad's shoulder and we just stood there, him holding me and me crying. I don't think he was crying, and if he was I couldn't tell, but he was clearly quite shaken up. Like I said, in my world, when it rains, it pours.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own newsies *sniff sniff*. I do however own the plot line, and all my characters(Alex/Lexi, her dad, her mom, Leslie...and so on). I don't own the song either(and I don't know if the HTML will work, I've tried it before and it never seems to work so if it doesn't can someone PLEASE help me get it to work). The song, "That's why they call it a union" is written and sung by Less Than Jake. It is theirs and I don't own it either. In fact, I don't own much...
b WHEN IT RAINS b
CHAPTER 1
i "There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for three years now
There's a thunderstorm inside
And it won't go away" i
When it rains, it pours in my world. And all my sunny days are accompanied by a bunch of clouds. That's just the way things are in my life. I've learned to deal with it.
It was a stormy day, in more ways then one. I woke up to the sounds of heavy rain beating down on the roof above my head and my parents yelling bellow me. It had been like that for three years now. They would argue constantly, over who knows what, at insane hours of the morning and night, one would storm off in a rage, come back and night and then they wouldn't speak for the rest of the week. To make it all better, the next week the cycle would start all over again. Every night now, we sit down to a half cooked dinner, courtesy of my mom who is lashing out at my dad and in turn we all get punished. I, being the peacemaker I am, will try and fill the dreary silence with the events of my day. However, that just makes things worse, and even more awkward. And of course, being the mature adults they are, won't even talk to each other. Even about the simplest things! Like if the salt shaker is right at my dad's elbow my mom would say "Alex, please pass the salt" because obviously she can't ask my dad. It's a gruel some process, but it's beginning to grow on me. I heard the front door slam and the sounds of a car starting up. It was now safe for me to go downstairs. I pulled myself out of my warm bed, the cold air stinging my bare legs. I then headed downstairs to find my dad sitting at the kitchen table, his head in his hands.
"Hi dad" I said softly. My dad looked up, bags under his blue eyes and his brown hair tangled from him running his hand through it too many times. People say I look like my dad, which I suppose I do.
"Hi" he grunted half-heartedly. I went over to our coffee maker and poured my dad a mug full, then walked it over. He grunted a thanks and I knew he wanted to be left alone. With a sigh, I headed back upstairs to take a shower. It was going to be a long day. I could feel it.
My friend Leslie picked me up and took me to school, like she does every morning, and I informed her that this morning my mom walked out.
"Who usually walks out?" she asked, driving particularly slow and cautiously because the heavy rain made visibility very bad.
"It's about equal" I looked down at my hands, almost in shame. I sometimes wish that they would just get divorced and get it over with. Their constant bickering is driving me mad.
"Oh" Leslie said, not knowing what else to say. "I wasn't old enough to witness the fighting involved with my parents divorce." Leslie's parents had gotten divorced when she was only two, and to be completely honest, I envied her for that fact.
"Yeah. I really wish they would just get the damn divorce. They don't pay attention to me anymore. Plus, they're always putting me in the middle of the arguments" Leslie let out a sympathetic sigh as she pulled into the school's parking lot.
"I'm sorry Lexi" she said, before parking in her assigned spot. "And now, to add to all the fun, we have to go to school" I let out a slight laugh and got out of the car. I was soaked in five seconds. Together, we ran to the door, laughing our heads off. Those few seconds were the best part of my day.
In English we got back our essays. Mine had a lovely red D+ at the top along with my teachers messy scrawl that said "see me after class." In pre- calc I had a pop quiz that I completely bombed. Lunch was uneventful, except for the fact that they didn't have any meatballs so I couldn't get my usual meatball sub. Then, I went to AP Spanish where I discovered I had a speaking test that I totally forgot about. My last class was theatre, where I found out that we had a major problem with the lighting board, which was bad news seeing as how opening night for "The Crucible" is next week.
Leslie drove me home, in the still pouring rain. I was surprised to see my dad's SUV parked in the driveway, he never comes home early. I gave Leslie a shrug and then raced from the car to my front door, getting soaked in the process. I stepped inside, dripping wet, and dropped my backpack on the ground. My dad stepped out of the kitchen, still looking disheveled and the bags under his eyes looked darker and deeper. Wordlessly, he pulled me into a tight hug, obviously not caring that I was soaking wet, and I hesitantly hugged him back. I knew right then that there was no way this was good news.
"Lexi" he said, after stepping back from the embrace, his normally solid voice sounding a little weak and shaky. "Oh God Lexi."
"What?!?" I asked anxiously, my voice cracking.
"Suzanne" he said, stating my mom's name. "Well, after she drove off this morning she...well you know how bad the visibility is out there" I slowly nodded my head. I didn't like where this was going. "I guess she was pretty angry because they said that she was going pretty fast. Well...she...she ran into a telephone pole...and...the car was cleaved in half" my dad's voice was getting shakier as he went on and I could already feel the tears welling up in my eyes, expecting the worst. "They...they say she died on impact..." I suddenly forgot how to breath and it felt as if every single organ in my body was now caught in my throat. I let out a sound that sounded like a gurgle, and I couldn't get my voice to work. The world had come to a sudden halt, time had stopped, and all of a sudden I was alone. She can't be dead. She can't be dead. She can't be. No. She can't be dead. "Oh God Lexi" my dad said again pulling me back into a hug. I could feel the tears streaming down my face and my body shook in my dad's strong hold.
"No" I finally stammered out. "It's not true..." my voice was weak and it came out in a faint whisper for that was all I could muster and I knew inside that it was true, as much as I tried to deny it. I cried into my dad's shoulder and we just stood there, him holding me and me crying. I don't think he was crying, and if he was I couldn't tell, but he was clearly quite shaken up. Like I said, in my world, when it rains, it pours.