A/N if anyone is wondering where I got the idea for Crockers little song
that is kind of stolen from Eminem's song all I have to say is waaaaay to
much sugar. This chapter will involve a lot of dialogue and maybe some
fluffy stuff!
Disclaimer: I would have a flat screen TV over my bed if I owned FOP, but I
don't so I do not own FOP or any other cartoon, but Celeste is my
character! Her sister and Daddy are too! I think....
Meleanna: Your review didn't evolve much insanity, but I know why! You did
explain it to me after all...me poke badger with spoon!
Sugar-sweet-anime-fan: Don't feel bad about not being able to think
straight...I practically live in that boat....
Another A/N Celeste POV!
Ch.3 A Promise Made on a Bench
Chester and I were sitting on a bench just outside the school; each of us had one of the headphones that were attached to my Discman on one of our ears. My Black Eyed Peas CD was playing at full blast and I unconsciously was singing to it.
I felt so relaxed with him, it was if I had known him years ago and my memory of his face had slipped away. Of course I knew that was impossible, I had never been to this parents of the USA before, and Chester had an American accent, so he wasn't originally from some other foreign country.
Yet I couldn't vanish the feeling I knew him from somewhere... but just where was the question. I would remember if he was a male model I had done a photo shoot with before, or if I had met him on vacation in one of the many foreign contraries I had stayed in before.
So why was that feeling so strong? WHY! I could have done an understanding spell, but Chester would have thought of me as crazy like Crocker. So I kept my mind occupied by thinking up ideas for the story I'd been typing on for the last few months.
It was about a mage princess whose father beats her, and who has too keep the secret of her powers buried deep within her heart for her village believes that mages are evil, yet they are the most powerful healers in existence. Then she falls in love with a poor peasant boy.
That's as far as I had gotten, I had been plagued with an awful case of writers block ever since I wrote the paragraph where she is banished. So my mind left that and floated back to Chester, as soon as thoughts of him filled my mind he spoke. "Celeste...I was just wandering...my father...well I guess me too...we're not the richest people ever. Please don't hate me for my financial status."
I stared at him going completely blank. What did he think I was? In my whole life I had never been cruel to some one because of something like that! "Um...Chester...why would I hate you because of something like that? I mean it's not like you live in a box in a alley way with a bearded lady, is it?"
He laughed then shook his head. "Of course not." He smiled softly and stared off into space then took in a deep breath. "I suppose now I can give you something that's kind of like a life story? Only not so long?"
"I guess." I said smiling warmly at him. I began to fidget with one of my long dangly earrings. "Tell me about yourself."
"Well, I grew up here in Dimmsdale. In a small trailer in the Trailer Park." As soon as he said the words 'trailer park' I was glad my old best friend Melody McFarland was across the ocean from us. Every time she heard those words she would yell ' TRAILER TRASH!!' "When I was just a few months old my mom split, leaving my dad to take care of me."
"Uh-Huh?"
"Dad is...the worst baseball player ever, I am sure you have heard of him." Baseball was my least favorite sport but I had heard of him. "He has to wear a bag over his head so we don't get ...tormented...I can't count the amount of times our mailbox has been destroyed."
"OH!" I pouted feeling so much sympathy it over whelmed me. But why did I feel so over whelmed with sympathy for him? Wasn't my life worse then that?
Ever since I could remember my father had been like a demon from hell. He weighed nearly 250 pounds at least and I doubted that any of it was fat. My older sister had inherited all his ugly features and almost none of Mommas. I doubted I had any of his features physically.
But I always feared I had inherited his attitude. Once when I was just seven I had worn my dirty shoes into our mansion after coming from a really messed up soccer game with all of my friends, I has been whipped with a willow switch.
That was when it really started to get bad, from that day on at least 3 times a month I would have that horrid willow switch brought down on my back. I had begun to blame myself for everything; I thought I couldn't blame Daddy for it. After all it was all done in an ugly drunken rage. I knew because of that I had an unnatural fear of the stuff. But I didn't care.
He never touched Sarah with the whip, or any other thing, as a matter of fact Sarah was his precious baby girl, his ugly angel minion. For nine years I have hated her so much I couldn't stand to eat in the same room as her. I couldn't stand Daddy much either.
But now I felt sympathy for Chester. From the outside it seemed that he had it worse then me, but really he was better off then me. Emotionally, and that's all that really matters. I had known that since I was a child, I know how cheesy it sounds but it's true.
But you tell me, would you sooner live out your life with all the modern technology available, the biggest house and the best cars, with no one to love or to love you, or would you sooner live in a trailer park with that people you love most? I know what I would pick.
"Dad used to raid the zoo for food, but they found him out now he just somehow manages to find food. And really, I do not want to know." I nodded and continued to stare at him, so familiar... "Our trailer has nor electricity...but we make it through. It's not too bad, after all Dad and I have each other. I don't know what he would have done with out me by now."
"Wow.... How can you stand that I could never make it?" I doubted I could, if I lived in a trailer with my father and sister it would be worse. Why? Because in a mansion I can avoid him, but if we lived in a trailer...if we lived a trailer I wouldn't doubt that I would be dead by now.
He shrugged, "I guess it's because it's all I have known." I nodded again and wondered what he would be like if he had been raised as I had been. Would he be snappy and hate popular stuck up crowds, be a cutter, and have an obsession with getting out of a life where everyone obsessed with money, and becoming a Hollywood star?
Or would he be one of the annoying rich man bitches, who walks around with his nose so high you can see straight up it and into his brain. Those were the kind of people who disgusted me and made my stomach churn.
"So," I started smiling as I flicked off my Discman, "I guess I have to talk now...but first Chester please promise me not to tell a singe soul what I tell you, ok?" I felt the tears began to threaten to fall and make me look like some little drama queen.
"O...Okay." He agreed taking my hand in his. I felt warmth spread from my hand, through my arm, and to my heart. I had never felt anything like that when I had held one of my ex boyfriends hands.
I began to describe exactly what everything had been like for me. How I had fit in at school so well, and how at home I had been so different from my father and sister. How deep the hurt was and why he couldn't tell a single person.
"You understand right Chester? If you tell someone my fathers' life will be left in ruins, and if that happens my sister will come after me. She's just like him Chester! I don't want to know what she would do to me if I told anyone!
"She knows everything Chester! She knows just what it has been like for me, but guess what? She doesn't care! I could be raped, hit by a truck, fall off a cliff onto some very sharp rocks, and be picked at by vultures while I lay dying and she would just stare at me!
"She wouldn't move she wouldn't care! Do you understand?"
Faintly he nodded. I doubted he really understood, but I knew he wouldn't let anyone find out, I could tell he knew how important it was to not tell a singe person.
He turned back to me and stared into my green eyes with his. Slowly e moved his head towards mine and closed his eyes. I moved mine forward as well, my eyes shut. Our lips touched and instantly I felt suspended in mid air.
There was a promise in that kiss, the promise that from now on I would be safe.
TBC...
A/N: How do you like it? I know this chapter isn't very funny but that's because it wasn't meant to be funny, my chapters are still only three pages long when I type them in Microsoft WordPad, but I promise the next Chapter will be at least four pages!
Mariklover12
Ch.3 A Promise Made on a Bench
Chester and I were sitting on a bench just outside the school; each of us had one of the headphones that were attached to my Discman on one of our ears. My Black Eyed Peas CD was playing at full blast and I unconsciously was singing to it.
I felt so relaxed with him, it was if I had known him years ago and my memory of his face had slipped away. Of course I knew that was impossible, I had never been to this parents of the USA before, and Chester had an American accent, so he wasn't originally from some other foreign country.
Yet I couldn't vanish the feeling I knew him from somewhere... but just where was the question. I would remember if he was a male model I had done a photo shoot with before, or if I had met him on vacation in one of the many foreign contraries I had stayed in before.
So why was that feeling so strong? WHY! I could have done an understanding spell, but Chester would have thought of me as crazy like Crocker. So I kept my mind occupied by thinking up ideas for the story I'd been typing on for the last few months.
It was about a mage princess whose father beats her, and who has too keep the secret of her powers buried deep within her heart for her village believes that mages are evil, yet they are the most powerful healers in existence. Then she falls in love with a poor peasant boy.
That's as far as I had gotten, I had been plagued with an awful case of writers block ever since I wrote the paragraph where she is banished. So my mind left that and floated back to Chester, as soon as thoughts of him filled my mind he spoke. "Celeste...I was just wandering...my father...well I guess me too...we're not the richest people ever. Please don't hate me for my financial status."
I stared at him going completely blank. What did he think I was? In my whole life I had never been cruel to some one because of something like that! "Um...Chester...why would I hate you because of something like that? I mean it's not like you live in a box in a alley way with a bearded lady, is it?"
He laughed then shook his head. "Of course not." He smiled softly and stared off into space then took in a deep breath. "I suppose now I can give you something that's kind of like a life story? Only not so long?"
"I guess." I said smiling warmly at him. I began to fidget with one of my long dangly earrings. "Tell me about yourself."
"Well, I grew up here in Dimmsdale. In a small trailer in the Trailer Park." As soon as he said the words 'trailer park' I was glad my old best friend Melody McFarland was across the ocean from us. Every time she heard those words she would yell ' TRAILER TRASH!!' "When I was just a few months old my mom split, leaving my dad to take care of me."
"Uh-Huh?"
"Dad is...the worst baseball player ever, I am sure you have heard of him." Baseball was my least favorite sport but I had heard of him. "He has to wear a bag over his head so we don't get ...tormented...I can't count the amount of times our mailbox has been destroyed."
"OH!" I pouted feeling so much sympathy it over whelmed me. But why did I feel so over whelmed with sympathy for him? Wasn't my life worse then that?
Ever since I could remember my father had been like a demon from hell. He weighed nearly 250 pounds at least and I doubted that any of it was fat. My older sister had inherited all his ugly features and almost none of Mommas. I doubted I had any of his features physically.
But I always feared I had inherited his attitude. Once when I was just seven I had worn my dirty shoes into our mansion after coming from a really messed up soccer game with all of my friends, I has been whipped with a willow switch.
That was when it really started to get bad, from that day on at least 3 times a month I would have that horrid willow switch brought down on my back. I had begun to blame myself for everything; I thought I couldn't blame Daddy for it. After all it was all done in an ugly drunken rage. I knew because of that I had an unnatural fear of the stuff. But I didn't care.
He never touched Sarah with the whip, or any other thing, as a matter of fact Sarah was his precious baby girl, his ugly angel minion. For nine years I have hated her so much I couldn't stand to eat in the same room as her. I couldn't stand Daddy much either.
But now I felt sympathy for Chester. From the outside it seemed that he had it worse then me, but really he was better off then me. Emotionally, and that's all that really matters. I had known that since I was a child, I know how cheesy it sounds but it's true.
But you tell me, would you sooner live out your life with all the modern technology available, the biggest house and the best cars, with no one to love or to love you, or would you sooner live in a trailer park with that people you love most? I know what I would pick.
"Dad used to raid the zoo for food, but they found him out now he just somehow manages to find food. And really, I do not want to know." I nodded and continued to stare at him, so familiar... "Our trailer has nor electricity...but we make it through. It's not too bad, after all Dad and I have each other. I don't know what he would have done with out me by now."
"Wow.... How can you stand that I could never make it?" I doubted I could, if I lived in a trailer with my father and sister it would be worse. Why? Because in a mansion I can avoid him, but if we lived in a trailer...if we lived a trailer I wouldn't doubt that I would be dead by now.
He shrugged, "I guess it's because it's all I have known." I nodded again and wondered what he would be like if he had been raised as I had been. Would he be snappy and hate popular stuck up crowds, be a cutter, and have an obsession with getting out of a life where everyone obsessed with money, and becoming a Hollywood star?
Or would he be one of the annoying rich man bitches, who walks around with his nose so high you can see straight up it and into his brain. Those were the kind of people who disgusted me and made my stomach churn.
"So," I started smiling as I flicked off my Discman, "I guess I have to talk now...but first Chester please promise me not to tell a singe soul what I tell you, ok?" I felt the tears began to threaten to fall and make me look like some little drama queen.
"O...Okay." He agreed taking my hand in his. I felt warmth spread from my hand, through my arm, and to my heart. I had never felt anything like that when I had held one of my ex boyfriends hands.
I began to describe exactly what everything had been like for me. How I had fit in at school so well, and how at home I had been so different from my father and sister. How deep the hurt was and why he couldn't tell a single person.
"You understand right Chester? If you tell someone my fathers' life will be left in ruins, and if that happens my sister will come after me. She's just like him Chester! I don't want to know what she would do to me if I told anyone!
"She knows everything Chester! She knows just what it has been like for me, but guess what? She doesn't care! I could be raped, hit by a truck, fall off a cliff onto some very sharp rocks, and be picked at by vultures while I lay dying and she would just stare at me!
"She wouldn't move she wouldn't care! Do you understand?"
Faintly he nodded. I doubted he really understood, but I knew he wouldn't let anyone find out, I could tell he knew how important it was to not tell a singe person.
He turned back to me and stared into my green eyes with his. Slowly e moved his head towards mine and closed his eyes. I moved mine forward as well, my eyes shut. Our lips touched and instantly I felt suspended in mid air.
There was a promise in that kiss, the promise that from now on I would be safe.
TBC...
A/N: How do you like it? I know this chapter isn't very funny but that's because it wasn't meant to be funny, my chapters are still only three pages long when I type them in Microsoft WordPad, but I promise the next Chapter will be at least four pages!
Mariklover12