Wow...I FINALLY know what's going on in this chapter because I wrote this a
few weeks ago, the other ones I wrote like last summer.
Chapter 9- More Pictures
I got up the next morning, tired, but that morning- I had a reason to get up. I hadn't had a reason to get up in years. It felt good. I got up and felt the necklace with the ring attached to it. I fingered the ring in my palm, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
It was around 8am. I was to go to Mandy's hotel around 11am. I would have 3 hours to myself. I walked downstairs, remembering the morning after I had just been in jail for a near death prank of a boy named Clay Gephardt. "I wonder what he's up to now?" I thought out loud to myself.
I poured myself a glass of orange juice and as I headed to the table the ring of the phone shocked me. I put the glass down on the counter and rushed to the phone on the wall. "Hello?" I answered anxiously, and tiredly.
"Hey sweetheart!" It was my mom, I could tell her voice from a mile away. 'She must be at the resort.'
"Hi Mama. How was the cruise there?" I acted interested.
"It was fabulous! How is the house? Are you taking care of yourself?" I laughed at my Mothers questions.
"Yes, to all of the above." I said with a chuckle.
"Are you getting out a lot? I don't like the thought of you being there all by yourself. Maybe you should go out and see if Eric or Dean are around. I saw them a few weeks before I left, they were asking for you." She said in one breath. I thought of Eric and Dean, how they probably would always be stuck in Beaufort, never daring to leave. I could've...should've been them.
"Actually I met somebody, a few a weeks ago." I heard my mom gasp.
"My God! A girl?"
"Yeah. It's nothing big. It's weird though, she's famous too. You wouldn't know her." I knew that would be her next question. "But, Mama, the weird thing is, she looks so much like Jamie. It's just weird. And I feel guilty."
"Sweetie," My mother said in that motherly- kind- tone. "Jamie would want you to be happy." I didn't know if it was true at the time. I never understood...why would the person who loved me so much want me to be with someone else.
"Yeah, uhm...I gotta get going now. I'll talk to you later."
"Landon?"
"Yes?"
"Don't be afraid to move on." It hurt a lot to hear that from my own mother.
"I'm not afraid mom. Bye." I didn't wait to hear "Bye" from her. I hung up- Downed my OJ- and went upstairs to take a shower.
When I finished I put on a T-shirt and my Red-ish Orange-ish shirt over it and buttoned it up. I put my kakis on and did my hair. Hair was never my specialty, I usually just left it as it is, but this was a special situation. I spiked it to perfection- as corny as that sounds. I walked back downstairs and began to finally take a good look around my house.
I looked through the kitchen drawer cabinets, just seeing if anything was new. Then I walked into the family room, I glanced through some of the drawers. I especially wanted to see our old drawer, filled with pictures. I saw a stack of old pictures I grabbed them and began to look through them all. There were pictures of me in my freshmen year of high school.
I looked at the end of the pile and saw a pack of pictures. They looked as if they have never been looked at. As I began to open the pack in the back of my mind, I guess, I knew what they were. When I saw the first picture my whole body froze. They were the pictures from the play.
I fell into a trance, just staring at the pictures. She looked so beautiful, and suddenly I found myself remembering her voice, singing "Only Hope". I don't exactly remember how long I was looking through the pictures. I know the ring of the phone shook me away from the trance. I hesitantly put the pictures down and picked the phone up. "Hello?" I said a little hastily.
"Hey, it's Mandy!" She sounded so perky. For some reason I got very nervous, not knowing what to do, what to say. Just spending a pretty good time staring at Jamie, and now I have to deal with Mandy.
"Hi." I did my best to sound cheerful.
"Just wanted to know if you were still going to come over?" I remembered that I was to go to her house. I glanced back at the pictures.
"Uhm...yeah. Wouldn't miss it."
"Great! See ya then!"
"Yup. Bye." I hung up and took a deep breath. I glanced at the clock seeing it was 10:45. I looked at myself in the mirror. "You can do this." I muttered to myself, and then I was off.
When I got to Mandy's hotel, I was beyond nervous. As I got out of my car and entered the doors to the hotel I felt my heart racing. This was an embarrassing moment of my life. I could never forget this.
I walked up to the front desk and saw a man in his early 40's at a computer behind the desk. "Excuse me sir?" He looked up.
"Welcome to Beaufort Resort." I never understood that name 'Beaufort Resort.' Seemed bizarre to me. "How may I help you?"
"Uhm...I'm looking for Mandy Moore? Do you know what room she is in." He gave me a skeptical look.
"Ms. Moore doesn't want fans to know her room number." It had slipped my mind that she was a celebrity and what not.
"Oh, no! I'm not a fan." I tried to reassure the man.
"Right. Look pal. I got orders." He started copying an attitude with me.
"I don't even listen to her music!"
"But you know she sings?" He said slyly.
"Uhm..."
"Security!!!" The man shouted and 2 muscles came rustling.
"That's not necessary." I protested. I turned around as one of the Security grabbed my arm. When I looked around I saw Mandy sitting in a chair in the lobby laughing hysterically.
"You can let him go!" She finally yelled. "He's not a fan." I looked at Mandy as she was still giggling and making her way over. The Security man let go of me.
"Sorry Ms. Moore. We have to take precautions."
"I understand." She said in a business tone. She grabbed my hand. I felt my heart skip.
"Come on Landon. Lets go up to my room."
I was nervous as hell, but once again I felt something pushing me to go with her.
TBC!!!!!!!!!!
I got up the next morning, tired, but that morning- I had a reason to get up. I hadn't had a reason to get up in years. It felt good. I got up and felt the necklace with the ring attached to it. I fingered the ring in my palm, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
It was around 8am. I was to go to Mandy's hotel around 11am. I would have 3 hours to myself. I walked downstairs, remembering the morning after I had just been in jail for a near death prank of a boy named Clay Gephardt. "I wonder what he's up to now?" I thought out loud to myself.
I poured myself a glass of orange juice and as I headed to the table the ring of the phone shocked me. I put the glass down on the counter and rushed to the phone on the wall. "Hello?" I answered anxiously, and tiredly.
"Hey sweetheart!" It was my mom, I could tell her voice from a mile away. 'She must be at the resort.'
"Hi Mama. How was the cruise there?" I acted interested.
"It was fabulous! How is the house? Are you taking care of yourself?" I laughed at my Mothers questions.
"Yes, to all of the above." I said with a chuckle.
"Are you getting out a lot? I don't like the thought of you being there all by yourself. Maybe you should go out and see if Eric or Dean are around. I saw them a few weeks before I left, they were asking for you." She said in one breath. I thought of Eric and Dean, how they probably would always be stuck in Beaufort, never daring to leave. I could've...should've been them.
"Actually I met somebody, a few a weeks ago." I heard my mom gasp.
"My God! A girl?"
"Yeah. It's nothing big. It's weird though, she's famous too. You wouldn't know her." I knew that would be her next question. "But, Mama, the weird thing is, she looks so much like Jamie. It's just weird. And I feel guilty."
"Sweetie," My mother said in that motherly- kind- tone. "Jamie would want you to be happy." I didn't know if it was true at the time. I never understood...why would the person who loved me so much want me to be with someone else.
"Yeah, uhm...I gotta get going now. I'll talk to you later."
"Landon?"
"Yes?"
"Don't be afraid to move on." It hurt a lot to hear that from my own mother.
"I'm not afraid mom. Bye." I didn't wait to hear "Bye" from her. I hung up- Downed my OJ- and went upstairs to take a shower.
When I finished I put on a T-shirt and my Red-ish Orange-ish shirt over it and buttoned it up. I put my kakis on and did my hair. Hair was never my specialty, I usually just left it as it is, but this was a special situation. I spiked it to perfection- as corny as that sounds. I walked back downstairs and began to finally take a good look around my house.
I looked through the kitchen drawer cabinets, just seeing if anything was new. Then I walked into the family room, I glanced through some of the drawers. I especially wanted to see our old drawer, filled with pictures. I saw a stack of old pictures I grabbed them and began to look through them all. There were pictures of me in my freshmen year of high school.
I looked at the end of the pile and saw a pack of pictures. They looked as if they have never been looked at. As I began to open the pack in the back of my mind, I guess, I knew what they were. When I saw the first picture my whole body froze. They were the pictures from the play.
I fell into a trance, just staring at the pictures. She looked so beautiful, and suddenly I found myself remembering her voice, singing "Only Hope". I don't exactly remember how long I was looking through the pictures. I know the ring of the phone shook me away from the trance. I hesitantly put the pictures down and picked the phone up. "Hello?" I said a little hastily.
"Hey, it's Mandy!" She sounded so perky. For some reason I got very nervous, not knowing what to do, what to say. Just spending a pretty good time staring at Jamie, and now I have to deal with Mandy.
"Hi." I did my best to sound cheerful.
"Just wanted to know if you were still going to come over?" I remembered that I was to go to her house. I glanced back at the pictures.
"Uhm...yeah. Wouldn't miss it."
"Great! See ya then!"
"Yup. Bye." I hung up and took a deep breath. I glanced at the clock seeing it was 10:45. I looked at myself in the mirror. "You can do this." I muttered to myself, and then I was off.
When I got to Mandy's hotel, I was beyond nervous. As I got out of my car and entered the doors to the hotel I felt my heart racing. This was an embarrassing moment of my life. I could never forget this.
I walked up to the front desk and saw a man in his early 40's at a computer behind the desk. "Excuse me sir?" He looked up.
"Welcome to Beaufort Resort." I never understood that name 'Beaufort Resort.' Seemed bizarre to me. "How may I help you?"
"Uhm...I'm looking for Mandy Moore? Do you know what room she is in." He gave me a skeptical look.
"Ms. Moore doesn't want fans to know her room number." It had slipped my mind that she was a celebrity and what not.
"Oh, no! I'm not a fan." I tried to reassure the man.
"Right. Look pal. I got orders." He started copying an attitude with me.
"I don't even listen to her music!"
"But you know she sings?" He said slyly.
"Uhm..."
"Security!!!" The man shouted and 2 muscles came rustling.
"That's not necessary." I protested. I turned around as one of the Security grabbed my arm. When I looked around I saw Mandy sitting in a chair in the lobby laughing hysterically.
"You can let him go!" She finally yelled. "He's not a fan." I looked at Mandy as she was still giggling and making her way over. The Security man let go of me.
"Sorry Ms. Moore. We have to take precautions."
"I understand." She said in a business tone. She grabbed my hand. I felt my heart skip.
"Come on Landon. Lets go up to my room."
I was nervous as hell, but once again I felt something pushing me to go with her.
TBC!!!!!!!!!!