Chapter Seven

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Racetrack's Dealer- Haha. I haven't even seen The Notebook but Ryan Gosling...-Drools- Hehe. Nah, I actually have loved that name forever. My mom told me that would have been my name if I were born a boy. =D My dog is 'tard. She needs a bath. And it turns out she was just sleeping. –Dies-

DreamlessMermaid- Ahhh! –Pokes the rotten fruit and wears the various shoes around- Wheee! Yeah. I already had this chapter half written I just wanted to make you guys wait. –Snickersnort-

koodles4you- Hehe. You refuse to choose? –Thwaps- Haha. I couldn't choose either.

Okkkkay. I will go with Southern Swagger because you guys said it sounded cool. So yesh. You can expect that story...a while from now. Bwahaha.

Ah, I see you've chosen to read on. All right then, the rest of my story is a bit confusing. I don't understand some parts of it, but I tried to write down as much as I know as in as much detail as I can.

Soon after Blink and I had had our moment, the police arrived. They automatically rushed for Blink as they thought he was the source of trouble, because they would not think a rich girl of sixteen could do much. Luckily the police accepted our answers and praised Blink for being able to stop Joshua and his gang from doing me harm. Blink and I were drove to my house where my family greeted him like a hero. My father apologized for his past accusations and my mother allowed Blink to stay for dinner. My father even asked Blink what he thought could be done to make things better for the Newsies. Blink, of course had a lot to say about that subject and my father actually seemed interested in what he had to say. I was quiet throughout this dinner, just soaking everything up.

"Well, I'se better get going. Thanks for dinner." Blink said after he had finished a small piece of apple pie.

My father leaned over to my mother and they conversed something quietly for a moment. Blink looked from my parents to me nervously. I just shrugged and finished eating the rest of my pie.

"No son, it's far too late." My father said. I smiled when he called Blink 'son.' "You can stay in one of guest rooms for the night."

Blink protested, but my parents insisted. It was at that moment when I learned that my parents loved me more than I thought. They knew that I loved this boy, who came from the streets. He didn't have great manners, he didn't smell that wonderful, and he didn't have parents that I knew of, but my folks were willing to ignore all that, for me. I'm sure part of their kindness was partly because Blink had sent off Joshua and his friends before any harm was done to me, but I knew most of it was because they wanted me to be happy.

I showed Blink up to my favorite guest room. It was at the opposite end of the hallway from my room and had a huge window. It was at the front of the house, so he had a perfect view of the square in which our house was settled in. The room was dressed in red and had a huge mahogany bed. A bunch of governors and politicians had stayed in that room, and they all commented on how nice it was. Blink was amazed.

"Damn." I heard him curse quietly underneath his breath as he looked at the bed. I smiled slightly.

He jumped on the bed and sunk into its many blankets. I laughed quietly as he rolled around. I went to another room to get some clean clothes for Blink. My cousin stayed at our house often and he was only a little taller than Blink was. When I walked back in Blink was sitting by the window in an armchair. I set the clothes on the bed and watched him for a moment. I knew he felt so out of place and I felt badly for him. For the second time that night I felt lucky to be loved. Here was Blink, staying in the strange house, with these stuck up rich people, for me. I walked over to him and kneeled down and rested my head on an arm of the chair and I took his hand. Blink looked down at me.

"Thank you." I said

"It was nothin'." He said smiling as I got up and walked to the door.

"It was something." I said closing the door and heading to my room.

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When I awoke I was surprised to see the amount of light coming through my window. I checked a watch that was sitting on a dresser next to my bed and was amazed to find that it was passed 11 AM. I had never slept that late before. I quickly dressed and walked across the hallway to the room that Blink had slept in, to see if he was there. When I opened the door I saw that he had made the bed and had put everything back in place. I sighed, knowing that he had already left without a goodbye. I trudged down the stairs to get an early lunch.

"Dacey, dear, Blink left earlier. He said to say goodbye from him." My mother said as I walked into the dinning room where she and my father sat reading the newspaper.

"I cannot believe I slept so late." I said yawning and sinking into a chair and poking a small sandwich that had been set out for me.

My parents nodded their agreement. My father put down his newspaper and took a drink of water out of a glass that was half full. He cleared his throat like he often did before long speeches.

"Dacey, now I know you hate it when I arrange things for you," He started. My mother had stopped reading her newspaper and was listening. "But, I have another banquet in three days and I wasn't sure we were going to see Blink for awhile so I went ahead and told him that I would very much like him to be my daughter's date to the banquet."

"Daddy," I began to thank him. It had been a year since I had last addressed him as 'Daddy' and not father. "Thank you. That means a lot." I said smiling.

My father tried to act as if he wasn't pleased with himself, but behind that stern face you could tell he was proud of what he had done. I was proud of him as well. It was one thing to allow Blink into our home, but it really was something else to think Blink worthy enough to be seen with his daughter.

And so everything was perfect. It seemed like I was on top of the world and nothing could bring me down. But isn't it amazing how things can seem like nothing can go wrong, and then life mocks you for being so foolish?

A/N-Okay. So that was short. And not very interesting. But it was sweet. Tears up Next chapter coming...soon. Shifty glance

-The SARARARARARA