Up in her room, Blayne held her head in her hands and cried. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed she was still wearing Sully's jacket. She was over come with a brilliant idea.
It was late, but Blayne was on an emotionally fueled rampage. She grabbed a bucket, Sully's jacket, matches, scissors, and gasoline normally kept for the lawn mower. She brought all the stuff outside and set it down. Running her hands through her hair, she threw it behind her shoulder. She picked up the jacket and the scissors. It was tough, but she tore through the thick fabric and cut out the patch on the coat that said SULLY. She set it on the ground. She then stuffed the coat into the bucket. Dumping the gasoline all over the coat, she smiled. Blayne lit the match, and dropped it. The coat was engulfed in flames. She watched in burn. And with the coat, all of her feelings she ever had for Sully slowly burned away, too. After awhile, the fire finally went out. She looked in the bucket. Most of the coat was gone, but there were some pieces of crisp fabric on top of the pile of ashes. She picked up the bucket, the patch, and got into her mom's car. She drove straight to Sully's house. When she arrived, it was closing in on 10:00. She climbed out of the car, grabbing the bucket and the patch. She put the patch on top of the pile of ashes and charred remains. She rang the doorbell. Blayne could hear slow footsteps coming to the door. She knew it was Sully. He slowly pulled open the door. Rubbing his eyes, he smiled.
"I knew you'd pick me. Listen, my parents are here, so if you think you can be wuite, we can go -"
She shoved the bucket into Sully's chest, making him take a step backwards. Without a word, she turned and left. Sully looked in the bucket.
"What the hell…" He muttered.
He pulled out the patch, realizing what was in the bucket. Or rather, what wasn't in the bucket.
"YOU BITCH!!!!!!!" He roared, through the bucket.
Blayne heard it clatter against the sidewalk. She could hear him screaming obscenities. Her job was done. She got in the car and drove home.
It was the day before the talent show, and one week before the projects needed to be turned in. Blayne was working very hard on the editing for the video. It was going alright, but she was having the part where she turned to dust look genuine. She knew what she had to do. She grabbed the phone, and dialed seven digits.
"Hello, Kerwin-Issacs residence?" Ashley had answered the phone.
"Is Toby there?"
"May I ask who is calling?"
"Blayne."
"Oh." Her kindness faded, realizing who it was.
Blayne could hear Ashley yell for Toby. After a moment, he came to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Toby, this is Blayne. I um, I need a favor."
"Anything."
He tried not to sound too willing, but she was older, pretty, and popular, everyone liked her. Including Toby. She had never spoken more than five words to him before.
"I'm having trouble with my computer. I have to animate a video for this project, but it just looks so crappy and I don't know how to make it look better. Do you think you could come over and help me?"
"Yeah, sure. When?"
"Is now okay?"
"Of course. I'll be there in ten minutes."
They hung up the phone. And then Toby picked it up again and dialed a number.
"Hello?"
"JT. You are never going to guess who just called me and asked me to come over."
Blayne ran downstairs yelling "I'll get it!" As she rushed to the door.
"Hey Toby! JT…?"
She gave JT the once over, but shrugged.
"Heh, Tobes here needs my help."
"Whatever."
Blayne stepped out of the way so they could come in. She led them upstairs. They exchanged glances of excitement on the way to her room.
"Here, you sit there." She told Toby, pointing to the computer chair.
Toby did as told. Blayne stood next to him.
"Okay, this is what's going on."
She played the part she was working on for him.
"And you see how choppy and crappy the dust part is?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you fix it?"
"I can."
"Awesome! Do you guys want anything to drink?"
"Water." They both said.
Blayne ran out of the room to go get water.
"Dude," JT said to Toby, "We are in one of the prettiest, most popular girl's room."
JT laid on her bed and Toby turned around.
"JT! Get off of there! If she comes up here and…she'll flip."
After Toby worked undisturbed for fifteen minutes, he sighed.
"Finished."
"Can I see?" Blayne said, eagerly.
"Sure." Toby pushed play.
"Wow! It looks really good! Thanks so much, I can cover it from here though, I just have to put bits and pieces together."
There was an akward pause.
"We should get going, JT."
Toby said.
"But Tobes, we're -"
"JT. We have to go."
"Fine."
Blayne chuckled. She knew what was up, and found it funny. She walked with them downstairs and out onto the porch.
"Thanks again Toby. JT. Although you didn't…never mind. See you guys at school!"
"Yeah! Bye!" They said, turning and walking down the steps.
Blayne turned to go inside.
"You sure do get around."
She whipped back around.
"Craig?" She squeaked.
"Moved on to younger guys?" He spat at her.
"Right. They were helping me with the video. What…what are you doing here?" She hoped that didn't come out the wrong way.
Craig set down the guitar case he was holding.
"You asked to borrow this a couple weeks ago, for tomorrow. And I'm not someone who….hell, I am, but whatever. Give it back after the show."
"I will."
She took a step towards him.
"Craig -"
"Don't, Blayne. Just, don't."
With that said, he turned and walked down the steps, going home. She picked up the guitar case and took it inside.
"Who was that, honey?" Her mom asked.
"Craig, dropping off his guitar."
"Oh, okay." She went back into the kitchen as Blayne went upstairs.
She stayed up for hours practicing. She had changed the song she was doing. She was going to perform the song she wrote while in Craig's garage.
'Why did I do that? Why did I even bother? It was the song. Her song got to me. Even if it wasn't about me, it still got to me. But I can't let things like that happen. She can't think that writing a song will make everything better. Because it isn't. Nothing is ever better.' Craig kept beating himself up in his mind for bringing the guitar to her. But that is the kind of thing Craig did. It was hard for him to be mean to someone he cared about so much. He was afraid, now. Afraid of what things were going to be like, between them. He knew he couldn't just pretend like nothing had happened, not this time. Something had to be done. Something had to be said, a lot of things did.
Blayne played the footage of her kissing Craig over and over and over again. She couldn't stop. It was…enthralling. She wanted to do it again. But not at the risk of…well, everything. She and Craig were messed up now, and she really didn't know what to do. She needed to focus on finishing the tape, it was do in a week, and she still had to add credits. Most of the picking apart and putting together was done, and she considered it to look pretty good.
It was late, but Blayne was on an emotionally fueled rampage. She grabbed a bucket, Sully's jacket, matches, scissors, and gasoline normally kept for the lawn mower. She brought all the stuff outside and set it down. Running her hands through her hair, she threw it behind her shoulder. She picked up the jacket and the scissors. It was tough, but she tore through the thick fabric and cut out the patch on the coat that said SULLY. She set it on the ground. She then stuffed the coat into the bucket. Dumping the gasoline all over the coat, she smiled. Blayne lit the match, and dropped it. The coat was engulfed in flames. She watched in burn. And with the coat, all of her feelings she ever had for Sully slowly burned away, too. After awhile, the fire finally went out. She looked in the bucket. Most of the coat was gone, but there were some pieces of crisp fabric on top of the pile of ashes. She picked up the bucket, the patch, and got into her mom's car. She drove straight to Sully's house. When she arrived, it was closing in on 10:00. She climbed out of the car, grabbing the bucket and the patch. She put the patch on top of the pile of ashes and charred remains. She rang the doorbell. Blayne could hear slow footsteps coming to the door. She knew it was Sully. He slowly pulled open the door. Rubbing his eyes, he smiled.
"I knew you'd pick me. Listen, my parents are here, so if you think you can be wuite, we can go -"
She shoved the bucket into Sully's chest, making him take a step backwards. Without a word, she turned and left. Sully looked in the bucket.
"What the hell…" He muttered.
He pulled out the patch, realizing what was in the bucket. Or rather, what wasn't in the bucket.
"YOU BITCH!!!!!!!" He roared, through the bucket.
Blayne heard it clatter against the sidewalk. She could hear him screaming obscenities. Her job was done. She got in the car and drove home.
It was the day before the talent show, and one week before the projects needed to be turned in. Blayne was working very hard on the editing for the video. It was going alright, but she was having the part where she turned to dust look genuine. She knew what she had to do. She grabbed the phone, and dialed seven digits.
"Hello, Kerwin-Issacs residence?" Ashley had answered the phone.
"Is Toby there?"
"May I ask who is calling?"
"Blayne."
"Oh." Her kindness faded, realizing who it was.
Blayne could hear Ashley yell for Toby. After a moment, he came to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Toby, this is Blayne. I um, I need a favor."
"Anything."
He tried not to sound too willing, but she was older, pretty, and popular, everyone liked her. Including Toby. She had never spoken more than five words to him before.
"I'm having trouble with my computer. I have to animate a video for this project, but it just looks so crappy and I don't know how to make it look better. Do you think you could come over and help me?"
"Yeah, sure. When?"
"Is now okay?"
"Of course. I'll be there in ten minutes."
They hung up the phone. And then Toby picked it up again and dialed a number.
"Hello?"
"JT. You are never going to guess who just called me and asked me to come over."
Blayne ran downstairs yelling "I'll get it!" As she rushed to the door.
"Hey Toby! JT…?"
She gave JT the once over, but shrugged.
"Heh, Tobes here needs my help."
"Whatever."
Blayne stepped out of the way so they could come in. She led them upstairs. They exchanged glances of excitement on the way to her room.
"Here, you sit there." She told Toby, pointing to the computer chair.
Toby did as told. Blayne stood next to him.
"Okay, this is what's going on."
She played the part she was working on for him.
"And you see how choppy and crappy the dust part is?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you fix it?"
"I can."
"Awesome! Do you guys want anything to drink?"
"Water." They both said.
Blayne ran out of the room to go get water.
"Dude," JT said to Toby, "We are in one of the prettiest, most popular girl's room."
JT laid on her bed and Toby turned around.
"JT! Get off of there! If she comes up here and…she'll flip."
After Toby worked undisturbed for fifteen minutes, he sighed.
"Finished."
"Can I see?" Blayne said, eagerly.
"Sure." Toby pushed play.
"Wow! It looks really good! Thanks so much, I can cover it from here though, I just have to put bits and pieces together."
There was an akward pause.
"We should get going, JT."
Toby said.
"But Tobes, we're -"
"JT. We have to go."
"Fine."
Blayne chuckled. She knew what was up, and found it funny. She walked with them downstairs and out onto the porch.
"Thanks again Toby. JT. Although you didn't…never mind. See you guys at school!"
"Yeah! Bye!" They said, turning and walking down the steps.
Blayne turned to go inside.
"You sure do get around."
She whipped back around.
"Craig?" She squeaked.
"Moved on to younger guys?" He spat at her.
"Right. They were helping me with the video. What…what are you doing here?" She hoped that didn't come out the wrong way.
Craig set down the guitar case he was holding.
"You asked to borrow this a couple weeks ago, for tomorrow. And I'm not someone who….hell, I am, but whatever. Give it back after the show."
"I will."
She took a step towards him.
"Craig -"
"Don't, Blayne. Just, don't."
With that said, he turned and walked down the steps, going home. She picked up the guitar case and took it inside.
"Who was that, honey?" Her mom asked.
"Craig, dropping off his guitar."
"Oh, okay." She went back into the kitchen as Blayne went upstairs.
She stayed up for hours practicing. She had changed the song she was doing. She was going to perform the song she wrote while in Craig's garage.
'Why did I do that? Why did I even bother? It was the song. Her song got to me. Even if it wasn't about me, it still got to me. But I can't let things like that happen. She can't think that writing a song will make everything better. Because it isn't. Nothing is ever better.' Craig kept beating himself up in his mind for bringing the guitar to her. But that is the kind of thing Craig did. It was hard for him to be mean to someone he cared about so much. He was afraid, now. Afraid of what things were going to be like, between them. He knew he couldn't just pretend like nothing had happened, not this time. Something had to be done. Something had to be said, a lot of things did.
Blayne played the footage of her kissing Craig over and over and over again. She couldn't stop. It was…enthralling. She wanted to do it again. But not at the risk of…well, everything. She and Craig were messed up now, and she really didn't know what to do. She needed to focus on finishing the tape, it was do in a week, and she still had to add credits. Most of the picking apart and putting together was done, and she considered it to look pretty good.