Chapter 2- Vacation
"What-What are you doing here?" Downtown Sasquatch got a record deal after Craig died, and had become a huge band, and apparently at their show, they do a memoriam to Craig.
"After three years of wondering where the hell you were, we finally hired a private investigator to find out where you were." I decide to go on my break and sit in the café next door with Jimmy.
"That still doesn't tell me why you're here."
"I'm going to ask you a question, Delia. And you have to answer, no matter what."
I nod my head.
"Will you come back to Degrassi?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Everything there… I can't go back because everything there will remind me of him, Jimmy. I can't go." I get up from my seat and wave him goodbye.
"Hello?" I open my front door and see my kids in the living room, watching cartoons and eating grilled cheese. This is not normal, I think. Usually Kelly has them taking a nap at this time. Maybe she's trying something new.
"You know, Delia, you really need a better babysitter. Try one that doesn't scream and freak out when she sees a member of her favorite band." I look up and see Spinner standing there in my kitchen, holding a spatula. My eyes widen at the sight of him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd come visit."
"By breaking into my house?"
"I didn't break in. As I said, your babysitter took one look at me and freaked out. Deel, come on. I have some form of common sense."
"Fine. You didn't break in. The least you can do is tell me what the hell you're doing here."
"To find out how you are, to take you out to dinner, to ask you if you'll come back to Degrassi, to talk."
"What was that third one?"
"To take you out to dinner?"
"The one after that."
"To talk?"
"The one before that."
"To ask you if you'll come back to Degrassi?"
"That's the one. I already told Jimmy no and that's what I'm going to tell you."