Becka looked out of the window in the waiting room, listening to the sounds of the people around her. It had only been a few hours since they had arrived at the hospital to see Itey, Sunshine, and Ty. Lisa and Erica were still in the room talking with Sunshine about various things and Itey had fallen asleep in the couch by the other window inside the room.
Ershey, Skittery, Swinger, Snitch, Cutie and Bumlets had all left the hospital to go help Sunshine's aunt move into the small apartment that she had bought not too long after Sunshine had called her.
Nicole and Cory had been giving each other the "death glare" for the past half hour, making Blink feel really uneasy about being there. The more he was around Cory, the more he didn't like him.
Vanessa, Mush, Erica, Jack, Abby and Swifty all sat in a circle on the carpet floor, sharing a wide variety of snacks which were laid out for all of them to see. The hadn't been really interested in what had been going on, so they had all just ran down to the cafeteria and raided...well, everything.
Spot saw Becka staring out the window and sighed, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her. Becka just sat there, making no real movement to signal that she knew that he was there.
"What's wrong?" he whispered into her ear, pulling back a few loose strands of hair. Becka sighed and lightly touched the window with the tips of her fingers.
"Everything here...it's so familiar...I don't like it..." she closed her eyes and took her fingers off the glass, placing her hands in her lap. Spot sat down next to her and turned her head to face him with his hands. "You mean that something like this had happened to you in the past?"
"Well, not to me...exactly." Becka started, taking his hands off of her cheeks. "My Cousin Jazmin was born really sick, too. She wasn't supposed to live past four days, but she's seven years old now and one of the best drama queens that I've ever met." Becka half sighed, half laughed.
"When she was four years old, she had had over 19 heart surgeries, three vocal cord replacement attempts, and she had a tube in her stomach, but they took it out...eventually..."
Spot looked out the window too, trying to picture the little girl in his mind. "My aunt had her when she was 19, before she was married." Becka looked towards Sunshine's door and sighed, again.
"I don't want to relive that, Spot." Spot looked at her for a few moments before he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed the top of her forehead. "Everything is going to be fine, Shot. I promise." He crossed his heart with one of his fingers and smiled. Becka laughed and turned her back to him, leaning up against his chest, trying to take a nap.
With Misty
Misty sat with her back leaned against the door, playing with the old radio in her lap. She was trying to understand why David acted the way he did. He had promised that he would never do anything like that again, but lied to her. She pulled up her dance socks to their highest point and then began to twirl around the little knobs on the radio.
"Misty!" she heard from behind her, "Misty I said that I was sorry! Please let me in!" Misty grinned and lifted her hand up to the door knob, slowly turning it. "Thank you..." she heard him whisper to himself. She quickly closed it when she heard him start to get up.
"Oh come on!" she laughed and stood up. She walked over the phone and set the radio down as she began dialing a number. "Misty!" she heard him say, again.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end said.
"Um...Is this Mrs. Kloppman?"
"Yes, Misty is that you?"
"Yes'm."
"Why hello dear! Is something wrong?"
"Well, there's a Mr. David Jacobs sitting outside of my door and he won't go away. He keeps demanding for me to let him in. Can you send security up, please?"
Mrs. Kloppman gasped and Misty heard her begin to dial another number on her cell phone.
"I knew that it was a bad idea to let those boys come here." the principal said to herself.
Misty looked back at her door and sighed.
"Misty, the police and myself will be up there in a few minuets. Don't let him in, ok?"
Misty nodded and thanked the teacher before hanging up the phone.
"Misty..." she heard David say as she walked over to her bed, taking out her purse, coat and shoes. She didn't answer him, but he continued talking anyways.
"Misty...I'm sorry...I can't control myself when I'm around you, especially when we're alone..." Misty changed into some casual clothes as she secretly listened to what he was saying.
"I guess falling madly in love with someone isn't right when you're friends with them, huh?"
Misty's head popped up after he was finished. "He loves me?" she thought to herself.
She slowly walked over to the door, but before she got there, there was a pounding sound, a few gasps, and the sound of some kind of metal thing snapping together.
She gasped and swung open the door. Three police men were sitting on top of David, a pair of handcuffs around his wrists. A few tears were strolling down his cheeks as he looked up at her, a confused and angry looked plastered on his face.
Neither of them said anything as he was pulled away and Mrs. Kloppman gave Misty a hug.
"What have I done?" Misty thought to herself.
Ershey, Skittery, Swinger, Snitch, Cutie and Bumlets had all left the hospital to go help Sunshine's aunt move into the small apartment that she had bought not too long after Sunshine had called her.
Nicole and Cory had been giving each other the "death glare" for the past half hour, making Blink feel really uneasy about being there. The more he was around Cory, the more he didn't like him.
Vanessa, Mush, Erica, Jack, Abby and Swifty all sat in a circle on the carpet floor, sharing a wide variety of snacks which were laid out for all of them to see. The hadn't been really interested in what had been going on, so they had all just ran down to the cafeteria and raided...well, everything.
Spot saw Becka staring out the window and sighed, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her. Becka just sat there, making no real movement to signal that she knew that he was there.
"What's wrong?" he whispered into her ear, pulling back a few loose strands of hair. Becka sighed and lightly touched the window with the tips of her fingers.
"Everything here...it's so familiar...I don't like it..." she closed her eyes and took her fingers off the glass, placing her hands in her lap. Spot sat down next to her and turned her head to face him with his hands. "You mean that something like this had happened to you in the past?"
"Well, not to me...exactly." Becka started, taking his hands off of her cheeks. "My Cousin Jazmin was born really sick, too. She wasn't supposed to live past four days, but she's seven years old now and one of the best drama queens that I've ever met." Becka half sighed, half laughed.
"When she was four years old, she had had over 19 heart surgeries, three vocal cord replacement attempts, and she had a tube in her stomach, but they took it out...eventually..."
Spot looked out the window too, trying to picture the little girl in his mind. "My aunt had her when she was 19, before she was married." Becka looked towards Sunshine's door and sighed, again.
"I don't want to relive that, Spot." Spot looked at her for a few moments before he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed the top of her forehead. "Everything is going to be fine, Shot. I promise." He crossed his heart with one of his fingers and smiled. Becka laughed and turned her back to him, leaning up against his chest, trying to take a nap.
With Misty
Misty sat with her back leaned against the door, playing with the old radio in her lap. She was trying to understand why David acted the way he did. He had promised that he would never do anything like that again, but lied to her. She pulled up her dance socks to their highest point and then began to twirl around the little knobs on the radio.
"Misty!" she heard from behind her, "Misty I said that I was sorry! Please let me in!" Misty grinned and lifted her hand up to the door knob, slowly turning it. "Thank you..." she heard him whisper to himself. She quickly closed it when she heard him start to get up.
"Oh come on!" she laughed and stood up. She walked over the phone and set the radio down as she began dialing a number. "Misty!" she heard him say, again.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end said.
"Um...Is this Mrs. Kloppman?"
"Yes, Misty is that you?"
"Yes'm."
"Why hello dear! Is something wrong?"
"Well, there's a Mr. David Jacobs sitting outside of my door and he won't go away. He keeps demanding for me to let him in. Can you send security up, please?"
Mrs. Kloppman gasped and Misty heard her begin to dial another number on her cell phone.
"I knew that it was a bad idea to let those boys come here." the principal said to herself.
Misty looked back at her door and sighed.
"Misty, the police and myself will be up there in a few minuets. Don't let him in, ok?"
Misty nodded and thanked the teacher before hanging up the phone.
"Misty..." she heard David say as she walked over to her bed, taking out her purse, coat and shoes. She didn't answer him, but he continued talking anyways.
"Misty...I'm sorry...I can't control myself when I'm around you, especially when we're alone..." Misty changed into some casual clothes as she secretly listened to what he was saying.
"I guess falling madly in love with someone isn't right when you're friends with them, huh?"
Misty's head popped up after he was finished. "He loves me?" she thought to herself.
She slowly walked over to the door, but before she got there, there was a pounding sound, a few gasps, and the sound of some kind of metal thing snapping together.
She gasped and swung open the door. Three police men were sitting on top of David, a pair of handcuffs around his wrists. A few tears were strolling down his cheeks as he looked up at her, a confused and angry looked plastered on his face.
Neither of them said anything as he was pulled away and Mrs. Kloppman gave Misty a hug.
"What have I done?" Misty thought to herself.