I Wish I was The Rain

Chapter Three

By Lemony Apple


My cell phone rang, to the tune of Sex of the City's theme. I flipped the lid up, impatiently. Someone BETTER not complain to me about their crappy life.

"Emma Nelson, speaking."

"Manny speaking. Emma, you sound so...so... serious."

"That's what I aim for, Manny," I said, I guess I snapped, because she does this cluck thing with her tongue when she's annoyed. "To be serious."

"I've been trying to call you all morning," Manny said, her voice oddly sharp. "Where the hell were you?"

"I had to interview someone for The Voice."

"Really? Who was it?"

"Guess."

"JT? Toby?" JT was now one of the star players in basketball. Toby was a computer programmer.

"Nope. It was Craig!"

"Craig!" She said, her voice a little undecipherable. "That's impossible."

"No, it isn't. I interviewed him, and had dinner with him."

"Is he still single?"

"No, he's engaged! To Heather Sinclair, of all people. Can you believe it?"

"Heather Sinclair, hum?" Manny was being very strange. I looked around for a Taxi. Finally, I spotted some.

"Taxi!" I yelled, waving my cell phone around, it's glowing 'Welcome!' display catching the eyes of a few passersby. "TAXI! Oh, God!" None were stopping.

"Emma? Emma are you still here? Are you alright?" Her voice was almost indecipherable over the honking of horns, my screams for a taxi, and a few crying babies. I pulled my arm out of the air and cradled the phone beneath my ear as a taxi rolled up.

"Manny, I'm very sorry, but I have to go home. I'll call you back as soon as I can. See you." I hung up, opened the door, and threw myself into the taxi.

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I woke up the next morning to find the horror that I had slept in, and today was the day that I was to meet Heather Sinclair and Craig down at Degrassi Street. As I was lacing up my shoes, I tried to figure out an excuse that would work for why Anthony was absent.

Okay... I could say he's sick. What would he be sick with? He could be working. YES! That's it, he's working. What could he be working on? A Restaurant Review! Yes!

I finally arrived there, just a few minutes late. There Craig was, he was talking to a pretty girl, who was leaning against the street sign. That must have been Heather.

"Hey, Emma!" Craig called. Heather straightened up. She dyed her hair- it was red now. And she had gotten contacts, replacing her glasses. Was that... oh my God. She was actually wearing a 'Michalchuk and Santos' piece... Paige and Manny's designer outfits. Wow... That was a change. Heather waved. I walked up to them.

"Emma, it's so nice to see you again," she said, sweetly. "When Craig told me that you were interviewing him," –she gave Craig's arm a squeeze. Craig looked embarrassed. "I couldn't wait to see you again! I'm so happy to see you again." She seemed to be truly happy to see me. I suddenly felt so embarrassed about my conduct around her when I was in High School.

"It's nice to see you again, Heather!" I said, pleasantly.


The meeting was very enjoyable. I was so happy! But I could have sworn that somewhere around Fazoli's and Bender's, a camera took a picture of me. Then again, I was probably dreaming it.