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I guess you could say I settled into to life in Castle Rock fairly well over the few weeks. Aunt Chalene did take me clothes shopping, but she mostly bought me summer clothes. You know, shorts, tee shirts, tank tops, summer dresses, the whole bit. It was strange, buying these clothes. With my mother, I mostly wore long skirts and bohiemian tops. When I dressed in the clothing Aunt Charlene bought me, I almost felt normal. She also bought me toiletries. No one had ever paid attention to me before, not like Aunt Charlene. She asked me a million questions that afternoon. Did I want lemon shampoo or strawberry? Did I need sensitive soap for my skin? Was the coconut scent to strong?
I did finally agree to play baseball with Vern's friends. Well, I didn't really play, I watched. Actually I sat in the stands and drew pictures of the pitcher, a blonde haired, blue eyed boy, named Chris Chambers. He was Eyeball's younger brother and for some reason, I was drawn to him. He had this energy that I couldn't explain. I drew the curve of his left arm as he threw the ball to the batter.
"Whattcha drawlin?" A high pitched voice startled me. It was Vern's best friend. He had been around the house a few times. What was his name? Eddie? Teddy? That's it! Teddy! I showed him my picture. "Hey, that's good! It really looks like Chris."
"Thanks." I told him. He sat down beside me and held out his Coke-Cola bottle.
"Wanna drink? I swear I don't backwash."
" Sure. Why aren't you playing ball?" I asked him, taking the soda bottle.
"Aw, I'm not in the mood, I guess. So, hey, is it true you hang with the Cobra's sometimes?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Once or twice. Why?" I looked into his eyes, a very pretty brown color, but hidden behind his thick glasses.
"Chris said his brother talks about you at home." He smiled. "He must like you, Storm."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, how could he not? You're pretty enough to be a model or somethin'." He blushed a deep red color. "Um, I mean..."
I laughed. "It's okay, Teddy, I know what you meant." I took another sip of his sugary sode.
We didn't speak much the rest of the afternoon, but we did share another Coke. I finished my drawing of Chris and started one of Teddy, with a ciggerate poking between his lips. When the boys were done playing ball, I told Vern to go ahead on home, I'd be there later. Then I caught up to Chris.
"Chris, hey, wait!" I walked beside him.
"Hey Storm. What's up?" He smiled at me and I noticed his top molar was slightly crooked.
"Well, Teddy Duchamp said that you told him that your brother talks about me, so I was wondering-" I stopped because Chris's normally sweet face had turned cold.
"Look, my brother and I have a mutual hate for each other and if you think I'm gonna be some kind of go between for you, you've got another think coming." He sped up a bit and I stood rooted to the ground with shock. What was that all about?
"Chris!" I called. "Wait, that's not what I meant!" I jogged to keep up with him. "I was just wondering what he said about me is all. I don't want you to be a go between."
"Oh." His face relaxed. "Oh, well, he said you was from California and that you'd been to France. Oh yeah, and that you were pretty."
I felt myself flush. "He said I was pretty?" Chris winked.
"Yeah, he did. So, is that all you wanted?"
"Yeah. You mind if I walk the rest of the way to your house with you?" I asked, hoping my real reason wouldn't shine through. Unfortanly, it did.
"I don't care, but my brother's probably not home." Chris said slyly. I felt my face heat up again. "You know, I've never seen a girl blush as much as you. We've been talking for maybe seven minutes and you've already blushed, like, twice. What's up with that?" I giggled.
"I hate it when I blush. I look the a blonde tomatoe."
"You do, actually." We were now walking up the road to his house. I could see the Cobra's sitting on the front porch and my heart quickened. Chris chewed his lip. "Look's like you're in luck, Storm."
He reached the front door, careful not to notice the glares Eyeball and his friends were sending him. He turned around and smiled at me again. "Thanks walking with me, Storm. Maybe I'll see you around."
"You're welcome. See you." I smiled back at him and gave a small wave.
Billy looked from Chris's retreating back to me. "What's up with you two?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Nothing. We're friends, is all. I was just walking him home. You guys got a problem with that?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I sat down on the steps next to Charlie. All I got for an answear was a few muttered grunts. "Whatever." I flipped open my sketch book and they went back to whatever conversations they'd been having.
I was halfway through a sketch of Ace, when I noticed Charlie looking over my shoulder. "That's a good likness." He said, smiling at me. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my drawing. But, I felt his eyes on me for the rest of the afternoon. Around 4:30, Billy stood up.
"I'm going to Valerie's. Can you get home okay, Storm?" He asked. I like the way that felt, the way he treated me like I was his little sister or something.
"I can walk her." Charlie said quickly.
"Charlie, your house is in the oppisite direction." Eyeball told him. "Dumbass."
I felt a little sorry for Charlie. "Of course you can walk me home." I glanced at Eyeball, to see how he took this. I couldn't help it, three people had told me he liked me. His face didn't show any emotion, but his eyes flashed at Charlie. I think Charlie noticed this too, because he looked at his sneakers. "Come on Charlie."
As we headed towards the house, Charlie kept glancing at me and opening his mouth like he wanted to ask me something.
"What is it Charlie?" I asked finally. He took a deep breath.
"Doyouwannagooutwithmetomorrow?" He asked.
"What?"
"Do..do, you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?" His face turned red. "Just as a friend, I mean."
"Um, ok, I guess so." I expected to feel a little more excited about my first date. I wonderd if Eyeball had asked me, how I would feel.
"Great." He said. "I've been trying to ask you out for a week. Vince told me if I got up the nerve, I could borrow his car. I know how much you like it."
I smiled. "That's sweet." Vince drove this '52, blue Studabaker, that I was abosolutly in love with.
Charlie's face turned red again. He may have been a tough guy, but he didn't have much experience with girls. "So, uh, what're ya doin' tomorrow?"
"I'm going shopping to Sandra's over in Durham." I replied. Out of the three of us girls, Sandra was the only one with her own car.
When we reached the front porch, I turned to Charlie. "Thank's for walking me. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
He smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be by to get you about six, okay?"
"Alright." I watched as he walked down the street, then I went into the house.
Aunt Charlene was cooking dinner, meatloaf it smelled like, and Uncle Dan was reading the paper. "How was your day sweetheart?" Aunt Charlene asked.
"Fine." I told her. "Um, Charlie Hogan asked me out. Is it okay if I go?"
She glanced at Uncle Dan. "I don't know. What do you think Daniel?"
Uncle Dan snapped his paper. "Oh, I think it'll be alright. But, If he tries anything, Storm, you tell me."
I thought that was kinda strange, but whatever. I felt weird. Charlie liked me. He LIKED me. And he had the guts to actually do something about it. Unlike some other twitchy eyed Cobra I knew of.
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I guess you could say I settled into to life in Castle Rock fairly well over the few weeks. Aunt Chalene did take me clothes shopping, but she mostly bought me summer clothes. You know, shorts, tee shirts, tank tops, summer dresses, the whole bit. It was strange, buying these clothes. With my mother, I mostly wore long skirts and bohiemian tops. When I dressed in the clothing Aunt Charlene bought me, I almost felt normal. She also bought me toiletries. No one had ever paid attention to me before, not like Aunt Charlene. She asked me a million questions that afternoon. Did I want lemon shampoo or strawberry? Did I need sensitive soap for my skin? Was the coconut scent to strong?
I did finally agree to play baseball with Vern's friends. Well, I didn't really play, I watched. Actually I sat in the stands and drew pictures of the pitcher, a blonde haired, blue eyed boy, named Chris Chambers. He was Eyeball's younger brother and for some reason, I was drawn to him. He had this energy that I couldn't explain. I drew the curve of his left arm as he threw the ball to the batter.
"Whattcha drawlin?" A high pitched voice startled me. It was Vern's best friend. He had been around the house a few times. What was his name? Eddie? Teddy? That's it! Teddy! I showed him my picture. "Hey, that's good! It really looks like Chris."
"Thanks." I told him. He sat down beside me and held out his Coke-Cola bottle.
"Wanna drink? I swear I don't backwash."
" Sure. Why aren't you playing ball?" I asked him, taking the soda bottle.
"Aw, I'm not in the mood, I guess. So, hey, is it true you hang with the Cobra's sometimes?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Once or twice. Why?" I looked into his eyes, a very pretty brown color, but hidden behind his thick glasses.
"Chris said his brother talks about you at home." He smiled. "He must like you, Storm."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, how could he not? You're pretty enough to be a model or somethin'." He blushed a deep red color. "Um, I mean..."
I laughed. "It's okay, Teddy, I know what you meant." I took another sip of his sugary sode.
We didn't speak much the rest of the afternoon, but we did share another Coke. I finished my drawing of Chris and started one of Teddy, with a ciggerate poking between his lips. When the boys were done playing ball, I told Vern to go ahead on home, I'd be there later. Then I caught up to Chris.
"Chris, hey, wait!" I walked beside him.
"Hey Storm. What's up?" He smiled at me and I noticed his top molar was slightly crooked.
"Well, Teddy Duchamp said that you told him that your brother talks about me, so I was wondering-" I stopped because Chris's normally sweet face had turned cold.
"Look, my brother and I have a mutual hate for each other and if you think I'm gonna be some kind of go between for you, you've got another think coming." He sped up a bit and I stood rooted to the ground with shock. What was that all about?
"Chris!" I called. "Wait, that's not what I meant!" I jogged to keep up with him. "I was just wondering what he said about me is all. I don't want you to be a go between."
"Oh." His face relaxed. "Oh, well, he said you was from California and that you'd been to France. Oh yeah, and that you were pretty."
I felt myself flush. "He said I was pretty?" Chris winked.
"Yeah, he did. So, is that all you wanted?"
"Yeah. You mind if I walk the rest of the way to your house with you?" I asked, hoping my real reason wouldn't shine through. Unfortanly, it did.
"I don't care, but my brother's probably not home." Chris said slyly. I felt my face heat up again. "You know, I've never seen a girl blush as much as you. We've been talking for maybe seven minutes and you've already blushed, like, twice. What's up with that?" I giggled.
"I hate it when I blush. I look the a blonde tomatoe."
"You do, actually." We were now walking up the road to his house. I could see the Cobra's sitting on the front porch and my heart quickened. Chris chewed his lip. "Look's like you're in luck, Storm."
He reached the front door, careful not to notice the glares Eyeball and his friends were sending him. He turned around and smiled at me again. "Thanks walking with me, Storm. Maybe I'll see you around."
"You're welcome. See you." I smiled back at him and gave a small wave.
Billy looked from Chris's retreating back to me. "What's up with you two?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Nothing. We're friends, is all. I was just walking him home. You guys got a problem with that?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I sat down on the steps next to Charlie. All I got for an answear was a few muttered grunts. "Whatever." I flipped open my sketch book and they went back to whatever conversations they'd been having.
I was halfway through a sketch of Ace, when I noticed Charlie looking over my shoulder. "That's a good likness." He said, smiling at me. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my drawing. But, I felt his eyes on me for the rest of the afternoon. Around 4:30, Billy stood up.
"I'm going to Valerie's. Can you get home okay, Storm?" He asked. I like the way that felt, the way he treated me like I was his little sister or something.
"I can walk her." Charlie said quickly.
"Charlie, your house is in the oppisite direction." Eyeball told him. "Dumbass."
I felt a little sorry for Charlie. "Of course you can walk me home." I glanced at Eyeball, to see how he took this. I couldn't help it, three people had told me he liked me. His face didn't show any emotion, but his eyes flashed at Charlie. I think Charlie noticed this too, because he looked at his sneakers. "Come on Charlie."
As we headed towards the house, Charlie kept glancing at me and opening his mouth like he wanted to ask me something.
"What is it Charlie?" I asked finally. He took a deep breath.
"Doyouwannagooutwithmetomorrow?" He asked.
"What?"
"Do..do, you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?" His face turned red. "Just as a friend, I mean."
"Um, ok, I guess so." I expected to feel a little more excited about my first date. I wonderd if Eyeball had asked me, how I would feel.
"Great." He said. "I've been trying to ask you out for a week. Vince told me if I got up the nerve, I could borrow his car. I know how much you like it."
I smiled. "That's sweet." Vince drove this '52, blue Studabaker, that I was abosolutly in love with.
Charlie's face turned red again. He may have been a tough guy, but he didn't have much experience with girls. "So, uh, what're ya doin' tomorrow?"
"I'm going shopping to Sandra's over in Durham." I replied. Out of the three of us girls, Sandra was the only one with her own car.
When we reached the front porch, I turned to Charlie. "Thank's for walking me. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
He smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be by to get you about six, okay?"
"Alright." I watched as he walked down the street, then I went into the house.
Aunt Charlene was cooking dinner, meatloaf it smelled like, and Uncle Dan was reading the paper. "How was your day sweetheart?" Aunt Charlene asked.
"Fine." I told her. "Um, Charlie Hogan asked me out. Is it okay if I go?"
She glanced at Uncle Dan. "I don't know. What do you think Daniel?"
Uncle Dan snapped his paper. "Oh, I think it'll be alright. But, If he tries anything, Storm, you tell me."
I thought that was kinda strange, but whatever. I felt weird. Charlie liked me. He LIKED me. And he had the guts to actually do something about it. Unlike some other twitchy eyed Cobra I knew of.
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Ok, this is the third chapter. Review PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!