A/N wow...I never typed chapters up so fast before. Remember I wouldn't be able to do this without your reviews! This is Chester POV!
Disclaimer; I do not own Fairly Odd Parents
Chapter four: Mean ring tones and happy places.
I pulled my head back and stared at Celeste. For a few moments she kept her eyes shut, then slowly they fluttered open. Slowly the realization that it had been my first kiss filled my mind. I could remember how just 6 years ago I had claimed girls gave me hives.
"Wow..." Celeste whispered, then she smiled brightly. "That was the best kiss ever..." I stared at her, speechless.
Best kiss ever? I felt so loved after the compliment. Celeste blushed slightly and turned away from me, and I felt heat creep up to my face too. "That was my first kiss ever...Celeste."
She turned to me and stared in shock. GOD! Why did I have to tell her that! Now she's going to think that I'm a total greener, or maybe an absolute prude, or a dork. Celeste smiled again then leant forward, kissing me for a second time.
I felt my eyes widen, and then I relaxed kissing her back. "Jeez Chester, why are you sucking face on a bench?" A recognizable voice chirped. Celeste and I pulled apart smiling sheepishly up at Timmy.
"Sweet Jesus nailed to a cross, Timmy!" I cried and Celeste giggled self- consciously. "Why did you have to ruin the moment?"
His green notebook and pink pencil were still in his arms and I suspected he had spent a good part of his first two classes conversing with them. I had begun to think that Timmy's sanity hung by a thread.
"I do not feel comfortable answering that question." He murmured. Celeste laughed again then rolled her eyes.
"You would be perfect for my old best friend Melody. She always says that. Of course once when we were hyper and jumping up and down after the Toronto Maple Leafs won a game, I accidentally threw a remote control out the window and she jumped out after it, cause a evil base ball game, The blue Jays VS some other team, was coming on, and she has an unnatural fear of baseball. But I shouldn't be talking I do too.
" She is a few fries short of a happy meal." Timmy and I stared blankly at her for a few seconds then started laughing uncontrollably. Soon after she joined in.
"Answer the phone idiot. Answer the phone idiot. Answer the phone idiot." I heard a crotchety barely audible voice snap. Celeste stopped laughing and pulled a red cell phone shaped like a compact out of her handbag.
"Why did I choose such a mean ring tone?" She asked then answered it. " Hi...Oh hi Melody...No I'm not skipping class...really I'm not...the teacher passed out so we have free time...yeah, only about" she looked down at her diamond watch. "10 minutes left and we have to go to English class...WHAT...Oh My God...she actually said that? I can't say I didn't see it coming to her...Oh...OK...call me back at like...7 o'clock your time Ok? OK...BUH BYE!" She snapped the phone shut then put it back in her handbag. "Why are you two looking at me so queer?" She demanded.
"Who said what?" Timmy asked idiotically.
"Oh, back at my old school there's this girl, she's eighteen and only last year she found out what the word virgin means. She still thinks kissing is gross. Well my friends invited her to watch the last episode of friends with them on DVD and like at the first it shows Rachel and Ross just after they've had sex, and She asked ' so what did thy do?' after the scene was over."
We all started laughing again. Celeste stood stretching her arms out in front of her then let them fall back down to her sides. I loved the way she moved, hell I loved the way she was shaped. But I also loved the way she talked, and she warm smile. I wouldn't doubt that she could convince my father to just wear the bag outside of our trailer by using her cheerfulness.
It seems so strange; how her father tortures her so, yet she's one of the happiest people I have ever met. And there's not just the fact her father beats on her, there' the fact that her mother died when she was born. That has got to be worse then knowing your mom split on you and that you still have a chance of meeting up with her again.
But then, her cheerful expression could just be a mask. Like in the song naked by Avril Lavigne, I'll put on my face, the one that's going to get me through another day. Her happiness could be just that, a mask she uses to get through another day without suicide.
It seemed funny to think that this blond girl would even know the word suicide. As the line crossed my mind she lifted her left arm to straighten her hair, and I seen them. Scars, just a few shades whiter then her skin, crisscrossing over each other, razor blade thin.
I shivered, I had felt as if a cool breeze had just blow past me, but the air was still, and even if there had been a breeze it would have been warm. It was September 19th but the August heat had stuck around.
I knew a lot of kids at the trailer park who slit their wrists. There was even one that managed to kill himself by slitting the vain. I never thought that some one so angelic looking would be able to do something so...gothic to herself.
From inside the building the bell for next class rang loudly. "I better go to English class! You two can stay here." Timmy yelled and started running into the school. When he reached the doors he stopped and turned yelling, " Celeste, don't rely on the guy! And only trust Trojan!"
Celeste started to run for the door but I grabbed her wrist. She stopped and turned to me, leaning her head to the side in question. I took deep cleansing breaths as I stared into her lime colored eyes. I had never seen such bright colored emotional looking eyes before in my whole life.
I felt myself blush pink. The confusion in Celeste's eyes became stronger as she stared at me. "Uh...Celeste there's this circus sort of thing in town. Actually it's called and exhibition, it's Canadian. Any who I was wandering would you like to you know...Would you like me to...pick out up on say...Friday at seven o'clock...and take you there...you know like a date."
Her face softened, as she understood. Since that was my first kiss she knew this would be my first date ever. Two firsts with Celeste, She really is a great person any other girl would have probably bitch slapped me by now.
But then that's probably because of how nervous I get around girls. I read somewhere that they like confident badass guys. That can't be true, after all a girl got pregnant by my father and he's about as badass as a three legged puppy.
So that can't be true. Like my father says it's just the media trying to twist us. But everything is really already twisted. Everything is created twisted and screwed up. And I guess everything isn't greener one the other side. From what Celeste told me I recon that Rich men and women's children can end up prostitutes and drug pushers too.
And there are so many things that a person can be hated for, their sexuality, the amount of money their parents have, their athletic abilities, and much, much more. My father wears a bag over his head because of his baseball abilities–or rather lack of baseball abilities.
I'm unpopular because my father and I live in a trailer park. Samantha Courts, and Zachary Jones are the two least popular people in the whole of Dimmsdale High because of their sexuality, and because they have some of the richest families in this state Chad, tad, Trixie, and Veronica are popular.
But does that really matter? Does being a pathetic wannabe beat having family and friends? I don't know, and I doubt I ever will.
"Of course I will Chester." She said smiling, and together we walked into the school building.
English class passed by in a blur. My mind was stuck on Celeste, the exhibition, and that kiss. It had been so soft and sweet, I had figured it would have been the worse thing ever and that would have slapped me.
But now I was sitting beside her at the lunch table, my usual table with my usual friends. Timmy, A.J, Sanjay, and Elmer – A.K.A boil boy. Celeste didn't seem the least uncomfortable with sitting at a table with five guys. But Elmer did seem to scare her a bit.
Both Timmy and A.J stared at me enviously. For once I had something they couldn't get. Celeste, or at least for the time being I did. I hoped nothing could change that.
"Hey Trix!!" Celeste yelled as Trixie walked by us.
"Yes new girl who is even sluttier then veronica." The Asian girl smirked. "Hey, Celeste, what do you call a blond with pig tails."
"A blow job with handlebars. Bet your friend has given you lots of them, eh?" She grinned evilly at Trixie for a few minutes who stared back blankly while we tried to silence our laughter. Even Timmy couldn't help but find that funny, and he liked Trixie.
"Oh my GOD!" She yelled finally catching on. "Did you just imply that I am a transsexual?"
Celeste's smirk only grew. "I don't have to imply, it's true, isn't it?"
"SHUT UP!"
"You know you're like a hardware store, 5 cents a screw." This time we couldn't control our laughter as Celeste stood to stare Trixie in the eyes. Some people stopped eating or talking to their friends to stare our way. For once in my life I didn't feel embarrassed that people were looking my way.
"SHUT THE HELL UP STROUMBOULOPOULOS!!" Trixie's shriek of anger was only followed by more laughter, this time from other tables as well. Trixie brought her hand up and smacked Celeste across the face. She stumbled back a few paces; shocked that Trixie had hit her.
Then slowly she smiled again. Mr. Frost approached the table and glared angrily at Trixie. "Miss Tang what do you have to say for yourself?!?"
"Sir!" Celeste started politely, fake tears filling her eyes as she strained to hide her smirk. "She was making fun of my accent...I told her to shut up and she said I was a transsexual and a slut! And then when I stood up to be able to like snap something back at her she...she...she slapped me as hard as she could! I had had food in my mouth! The force that she hit me with could have caused me to swallow he food, and...and choke to death!" Mr. Frost stared at her, searching her face, and eyes to see if she was telling the truth.
It was obviously Trixie had slapped Celeste; the large handprint gave it away. I knew Mr. Frost would instantly take Celeste's side, her couldn't stand Trixie, never in her life had she said anything in class, she always failed and acted like she got straight A's.
"TANG PRINCIPALS OFFICE! NOW!" He screamed.
"But sir! I didn't..."
"NOW!" Trixie scurried out of the cafeteria. Right had the double doors leading into a hall she tripped and fell fat on her face. Once again everyone started laughing uncontrollably.
"Aw Man that was priceless." Sanjay sighed slouching low in his seat, closing his eyes and savoring the memory of Celeste and Trixie's bitch fight. Celeste smiled softly as she sat down again. Se began to pick at her fries with her fork.
I smiled at Celeste then tuned out the world and listened to my thoughts drone on. She would be a great actress, but then looks come before skill in the movie and acting business.
Now that she lacked that; that was for sure. She looked better then Britney Spears and Jessica Simpson combined, and she was actually healthy thin, and not anorexic looking.
That was one of the most disgusting things ever, anorexia. I just didn't understand why anyone would want to make themselves look so poverty stricken. To me anorexia was no more then a form of suicide. Which brought me back to the picture of Celeste's wrists.
In my mind I saw her sitting in a room with a razor. She lifted her right arm in the air then slashed quickly t her left wrist. Blood ran from the cut and turned her white bedspread pink.
She stared blankly as it made a big dark puddle. From pink, to scarlet, to black. She began to move back and forth slowly as if stoned. Then she fell back her eyes wide and glassy as she stared towards a Chip Skylark poster, her eyes unfocussed.
I shook my head trying to rid myself of the image. But it wouldn't leave my mind. So still! It was like a vision out a horror movie, why wouldn't it go away!
"CHESTER WAKE UP!" she yelled.
"HUH?" I asked my eyes snapping open. I stared around I was in the Cafeteria. "What...what happened?"
"You fell asleep c'mon, it's time for class. I can't believe the two of us have all the same classes."
"Yeah..."
"Oh...I was going to ask you but you fell asleep, you want to hang at my place after school?"
"OK, cool."
Hours latter Celeste was dragging me through the student parking lot towards her car. She stopped in front of an acidy purple car. A Lamborghini a goddamn Lamborghini! One of the most expensive cars in existence.
She stuck the keys into the lock turned them then smiled at me as she opened her door. "Well hop in, I don't want to sit in the parking lot all day!" I nodded still speechless. I had never even touched a car this expensive.
I flung the door up and sat down in the matching purple interior. "Don't bother with your seatbelt Chester, you're likely to bang yourself up trying to get it around you. This car is way too little; I should have taken my PT cruiser convertible. It's completely hot."
"You have two cars?!?" I cried out in shock. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes. She had started the car and obviously didn't want to crash.
"Yeah, This car is a year 2000 my PT cruiser is a 2005."
The rest of the trip was spent hyperactively talking about our classes. Mr. Crockers song especially. When we pulled through iron-wrought gates and up to a three-story mansion speechlessness overcome me again.
I had never seen such a big house. I never knew any one who could call something like this home before either. Celeste pulling me into the house, up two flights of stairs and into a room bigger then my trailer.
Celeste fell back one the purple bed a stared up at the purple ceiling. She lifted a remote control and pointed up at the ceiling. What is she? I thought craning my neck up. There was a flat screen TV in the ceiling. IN THE CEILING!
She flicked it on and the voice of George Stroumboulopoulos of Much Music blared loudly. She rolled her eyes and clicked it off again, sitting up and staring at me.
"Come on Chester!" She said jumping up and grabbing my arm. "Let's go find a happy place!"
"Happy place?"
"Yeah, places in the house where you can be at complete peace. In my old home in was in the attic." I felt my eyes grow wide as she began to drag me out though the door.
For over an hour we searched through the house until we found a large box in the basement. Even I could tell that it would be a perfect happy place.
We dragged it out into a clearing in the mess of the basement, then climbed in and closed the flaps.
"I LIKE IT!" Celeste cried. I smirked but I had to agree, it was a cool box. I stretched and suddenly I felt the box being flipped upside down, the flaps suddenly blocked off and useless. "OH NO! I'M GOING TO DIE IN A BOX!"
"That what you get." A disgustingly deep female voice snapped. Her accent was much more pronounced then Celeste and she sounded like Lucifer himself. "That's what you get for screwing with a guy in a box!"
Celeste moved to my side and hugged me close. Together we listened to her foot steps die away. Celeste began to shake violently and I didn't relies she was crying until a tear landed on my arm. "Chester...I...I don't want to die...But...When Sarah tells daddy, even through it's not true, he'll...he'll whip me!!"
I felt my eyes grow wide as I hugged the blond girl close to me. I stroked her hair remaining quiet. I would hold her like that forever if it meant her bastard of a father would never hurt her again.
Yes, I knew I could break the box apart easily. Actually I didn't realize that until I remembered boxes are made of cardboard, but I just wanted to sit there and hold her to me. Hold her and kiss her, but not do anything more. Not until she wanted that any way...if she ever did.
TBC...
A/N YAY! I doubled the length of this chapter! I ended it so cheesy I must have pissed some people off, but I am proud! I never knew I could make such cheesy things up! Aw! Wouldn't you love it if someone were having those thoughts about you? :)
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Chapter four: Mean ring tones and happy places.
I pulled my head back and stared at Celeste. For a few moments she kept her eyes shut, then slowly they fluttered open. Slowly the realization that it had been my first kiss filled my mind. I could remember how just 6 years ago I had claimed girls gave me hives.
"Wow..." Celeste whispered, then she smiled brightly. "That was the best kiss ever..." I stared at her, speechless.
Best kiss ever? I felt so loved after the compliment. Celeste blushed slightly and turned away from me, and I felt heat creep up to my face too. "That was my first kiss ever...Celeste."
She turned to me and stared in shock. GOD! Why did I have to tell her that! Now she's going to think that I'm a total greener, or maybe an absolute prude, or a dork. Celeste smiled again then leant forward, kissing me for a second time.
I felt my eyes widen, and then I relaxed kissing her back. "Jeez Chester, why are you sucking face on a bench?" A recognizable voice chirped. Celeste and I pulled apart smiling sheepishly up at Timmy.
"Sweet Jesus nailed to a cross, Timmy!" I cried and Celeste giggled self- consciously. "Why did you have to ruin the moment?"
His green notebook and pink pencil were still in his arms and I suspected he had spent a good part of his first two classes conversing with them. I had begun to think that Timmy's sanity hung by a thread.
"I do not feel comfortable answering that question." He murmured. Celeste laughed again then rolled her eyes.
"You would be perfect for my old best friend Melody. She always says that. Of course once when we were hyper and jumping up and down after the Toronto Maple Leafs won a game, I accidentally threw a remote control out the window and she jumped out after it, cause a evil base ball game, The blue Jays VS some other team, was coming on, and she has an unnatural fear of baseball. But I shouldn't be talking I do too.
" She is a few fries short of a happy meal." Timmy and I stared blankly at her for a few seconds then started laughing uncontrollably. Soon after she joined in.
"Answer the phone idiot. Answer the phone idiot. Answer the phone idiot." I heard a crotchety barely audible voice snap. Celeste stopped laughing and pulled a red cell phone shaped like a compact out of her handbag.
"Why did I choose such a mean ring tone?" She asked then answered it. " Hi...Oh hi Melody...No I'm not skipping class...really I'm not...the teacher passed out so we have free time...yeah, only about" she looked down at her diamond watch. "10 minutes left and we have to go to English class...WHAT...Oh My God...she actually said that? I can't say I didn't see it coming to her...Oh...OK...call me back at like...7 o'clock your time Ok? OK...BUH BYE!" She snapped the phone shut then put it back in her handbag. "Why are you two looking at me so queer?" She demanded.
"Who said what?" Timmy asked idiotically.
"Oh, back at my old school there's this girl, she's eighteen and only last year she found out what the word virgin means. She still thinks kissing is gross. Well my friends invited her to watch the last episode of friends with them on DVD and like at the first it shows Rachel and Ross just after they've had sex, and She asked ' so what did thy do?' after the scene was over."
We all started laughing again. Celeste stood stretching her arms out in front of her then let them fall back down to her sides. I loved the way she moved, hell I loved the way she was shaped. But I also loved the way she talked, and she warm smile. I wouldn't doubt that she could convince my father to just wear the bag outside of our trailer by using her cheerfulness.
It seems so strange; how her father tortures her so, yet she's one of the happiest people I have ever met. And there's not just the fact her father beats on her, there' the fact that her mother died when she was born. That has got to be worse then knowing your mom split on you and that you still have a chance of meeting up with her again.
But then, her cheerful expression could just be a mask. Like in the song naked by Avril Lavigne, I'll put on my face, the one that's going to get me through another day. Her happiness could be just that, a mask she uses to get through another day without suicide.
It seemed funny to think that this blond girl would even know the word suicide. As the line crossed my mind she lifted her left arm to straighten her hair, and I seen them. Scars, just a few shades whiter then her skin, crisscrossing over each other, razor blade thin.
I shivered, I had felt as if a cool breeze had just blow past me, but the air was still, and even if there had been a breeze it would have been warm. It was September 19th but the August heat had stuck around.
I knew a lot of kids at the trailer park who slit their wrists. There was even one that managed to kill himself by slitting the vain. I never thought that some one so angelic looking would be able to do something so...gothic to herself.
From inside the building the bell for next class rang loudly. "I better go to English class! You two can stay here." Timmy yelled and started running into the school. When he reached the doors he stopped and turned yelling, " Celeste, don't rely on the guy! And only trust Trojan!"
Celeste started to run for the door but I grabbed her wrist. She stopped and turned to me, leaning her head to the side in question. I took deep cleansing breaths as I stared into her lime colored eyes. I had never seen such bright colored emotional looking eyes before in my whole life.
I felt myself blush pink. The confusion in Celeste's eyes became stronger as she stared at me. "Uh...Celeste there's this circus sort of thing in town. Actually it's called and exhibition, it's Canadian. Any who I was wandering would you like to you know...Would you like me to...pick out up on say...Friday at seven o'clock...and take you there...you know like a date."
Her face softened, as she understood. Since that was my first kiss she knew this would be my first date ever. Two firsts with Celeste, She really is a great person any other girl would have probably bitch slapped me by now.
But then that's probably because of how nervous I get around girls. I read somewhere that they like confident badass guys. That can't be true, after all a girl got pregnant by my father and he's about as badass as a three legged puppy.
So that can't be true. Like my father says it's just the media trying to twist us. But everything is really already twisted. Everything is created twisted and screwed up. And I guess everything isn't greener one the other side. From what Celeste told me I recon that Rich men and women's children can end up prostitutes and drug pushers too.
And there are so many things that a person can be hated for, their sexuality, the amount of money their parents have, their athletic abilities, and much, much more. My father wears a bag over his head because of his baseball abilities–or rather lack of baseball abilities.
I'm unpopular because my father and I live in a trailer park. Samantha Courts, and Zachary Jones are the two least popular people in the whole of Dimmsdale High because of their sexuality, and because they have some of the richest families in this state Chad, tad, Trixie, and Veronica are popular.
But does that really matter? Does being a pathetic wannabe beat having family and friends? I don't know, and I doubt I ever will.
"Of course I will Chester." She said smiling, and together we walked into the school building.
English class passed by in a blur. My mind was stuck on Celeste, the exhibition, and that kiss. It had been so soft and sweet, I had figured it would have been the worse thing ever and that would have slapped me.
But now I was sitting beside her at the lunch table, my usual table with my usual friends. Timmy, A.J, Sanjay, and Elmer – A.K.A boil boy. Celeste didn't seem the least uncomfortable with sitting at a table with five guys. But Elmer did seem to scare her a bit.
Both Timmy and A.J stared at me enviously. For once I had something they couldn't get. Celeste, or at least for the time being I did. I hoped nothing could change that.
"Hey Trix!!" Celeste yelled as Trixie walked by us.
"Yes new girl who is even sluttier then veronica." The Asian girl smirked. "Hey, Celeste, what do you call a blond with pig tails."
"A blow job with handlebars. Bet your friend has given you lots of them, eh?" She grinned evilly at Trixie for a few minutes who stared back blankly while we tried to silence our laughter. Even Timmy couldn't help but find that funny, and he liked Trixie.
"Oh my GOD!" She yelled finally catching on. "Did you just imply that I am a transsexual?"
Celeste's smirk only grew. "I don't have to imply, it's true, isn't it?"
"SHUT UP!"
"You know you're like a hardware store, 5 cents a screw." This time we couldn't control our laughter as Celeste stood to stare Trixie in the eyes. Some people stopped eating or talking to their friends to stare our way. For once in my life I didn't feel embarrassed that people were looking my way.
"SHUT THE HELL UP STROUMBOULOPOULOS!!" Trixie's shriek of anger was only followed by more laughter, this time from other tables as well. Trixie brought her hand up and smacked Celeste across the face. She stumbled back a few paces; shocked that Trixie had hit her.
Then slowly she smiled again. Mr. Frost approached the table and glared angrily at Trixie. "Miss Tang what do you have to say for yourself?!?"
"Sir!" Celeste started politely, fake tears filling her eyes as she strained to hide her smirk. "She was making fun of my accent...I told her to shut up and she said I was a transsexual and a slut! And then when I stood up to be able to like snap something back at her she...she...she slapped me as hard as she could! I had had food in my mouth! The force that she hit me with could have caused me to swallow he food, and...and choke to death!" Mr. Frost stared at her, searching her face, and eyes to see if she was telling the truth.
It was obviously Trixie had slapped Celeste; the large handprint gave it away. I knew Mr. Frost would instantly take Celeste's side, her couldn't stand Trixie, never in her life had she said anything in class, she always failed and acted like she got straight A's.
"TANG PRINCIPALS OFFICE! NOW!" He screamed.
"But sir! I didn't..."
"NOW!" Trixie scurried out of the cafeteria. Right had the double doors leading into a hall she tripped and fell fat on her face. Once again everyone started laughing uncontrollably.
"Aw Man that was priceless." Sanjay sighed slouching low in his seat, closing his eyes and savoring the memory of Celeste and Trixie's bitch fight. Celeste smiled softly as she sat down again. Se began to pick at her fries with her fork.
I smiled at Celeste then tuned out the world and listened to my thoughts drone on. She would be a great actress, but then looks come before skill in the movie and acting business.
Now that she lacked that; that was for sure. She looked better then Britney Spears and Jessica Simpson combined, and she was actually healthy thin, and not anorexic looking.
That was one of the most disgusting things ever, anorexia. I just didn't understand why anyone would want to make themselves look so poverty stricken. To me anorexia was no more then a form of suicide. Which brought me back to the picture of Celeste's wrists.
In my mind I saw her sitting in a room with a razor. She lifted her right arm in the air then slashed quickly t her left wrist. Blood ran from the cut and turned her white bedspread pink.
She stared blankly as it made a big dark puddle. From pink, to scarlet, to black. She began to move back and forth slowly as if stoned. Then she fell back her eyes wide and glassy as she stared towards a Chip Skylark poster, her eyes unfocussed.
I shook my head trying to rid myself of the image. But it wouldn't leave my mind. So still! It was like a vision out a horror movie, why wouldn't it go away!
"CHESTER WAKE UP!" she yelled.
"HUH?" I asked my eyes snapping open. I stared around I was in the Cafeteria. "What...what happened?"
"You fell asleep c'mon, it's time for class. I can't believe the two of us have all the same classes."
"Yeah..."
"Oh...I was going to ask you but you fell asleep, you want to hang at my place after school?"
"OK, cool."
Hours latter Celeste was dragging me through the student parking lot towards her car. She stopped in front of an acidy purple car. A Lamborghini a goddamn Lamborghini! One of the most expensive cars in existence.
She stuck the keys into the lock turned them then smiled at me as she opened her door. "Well hop in, I don't want to sit in the parking lot all day!" I nodded still speechless. I had never even touched a car this expensive.
I flung the door up and sat down in the matching purple interior. "Don't bother with your seatbelt Chester, you're likely to bang yourself up trying to get it around you. This car is way too little; I should have taken my PT cruiser convertible. It's completely hot."
"You have two cars?!?" I cried out in shock. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes. She had started the car and obviously didn't want to crash.
"Yeah, This car is a year 2000 my PT cruiser is a 2005."
The rest of the trip was spent hyperactively talking about our classes. Mr. Crockers song especially. When we pulled through iron-wrought gates and up to a three-story mansion speechlessness overcome me again.
I had never seen such a big house. I never knew any one who could call something like this home before either. Celeste pulling me into the house, up two flights of stairs and into a room bigger then my trailer.
Celeste fell back one the purple bed a stared up at the purple ceiling. She lifted a remote control and pointed up at the ceiling. What is she? I thought craning my neck up. There was a flat screen TV in the ceiling. IN THE CEILING!
She flicked it on and the voice of George Stroumboulopoulos of Much Music blared loudly. She rolled her eyes and clicked it off again, sitting up and staring at me.
"Come on Chester!" She said jumping up and grabbing my arm. "Let's go find a happy place!"
"Happy place?"
"Yeah, places in the house where you can be at complete peace. In my old home in was in the attic." I felt my eyes grow wide as she began to drag me out though the door.
For over an hour we searched through the house until we found a large box in the basement. Even I could tell that it would be a perfect happy place.
We dragged it out into a clearing in the mess of the basement, then climbed in and closed the flaps.
"I LIKE IT!" Celeste cried. I smirked but I had to agree, it was a cool box. I stretched and suddenly I felt the box being flipped upside down, the flaps suddenly blocked off and useless. "OH NO! I'M GOING TO DIE IN A BOX!"
"That what you get." A disgustingly deep female voice snapped. Her accent was much more pronounced then Celeste and she sounded like Lucifer himself. "That's what you get for screwing with a guy in a box!"
Celeste moved to my side and hugged me close. Together we listened to her foot steps die away. Celeste began to shake violently and I didn't relies she was crying until a tear landed on my arm. "Chester...I...I don't want to die...But...When Sarah tells daddy, even through it's not true, he'll...he'll whip me!!"
I felt my eyes grow wide as I hugged the blond girl close to me. I stroked her hair remaining quiet. I would hold her like that forever if it meant her bastard of a father would never hurt her again.
Yes, I knew I could break the box apart easily. Actually I didn't realize that until I remembered boxes are made of cardboard, but I just wanted to sit there and hold her to me. Hold her and kiss her, but not do anything more. Not until she wanted that any way...if she ever did.
TBC...
A/N YAY! I doubled the length of this chapter! I ended it so cheesy I must have pissed some people off, but I am proud! I never knew I could make such cheesy things up! Aw! Wouldn't you love it if someone were having those thoughts about you? :)
Here this is my special poll!
How far do you want me to let Chester and Celeste go in this story? (The plot I have in my mind will stay the same no matter what I'll just put I the scenes or w/e.)
A) The hugging and kissing is enough
b) SECOND! Lol just let Chester touch Celeste's Boobies! Boobidy boob boob boob! c) Oral. Heh... I said oral.
d) All the way, no lemon, just make it obvious what happened.
e) All the way, with lemon!
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