Day 3
Ray,
Hey. What's up? How's life in Texas? I really just wanted to email you because, well, Ray, I miss you. A lot. And well, honestly, I like you. A lot. Like, really really like like. You know..?
UCK! I thought as I deleted what I had just wrote on my computer. I don't get it. Why can't I just say it? Why can't I just flat out say: Hey Ray. I love you. WHY CAN'T I? Am I psycho or do I have a mental problem. I smashed my head on the keyboard. I couldn't phone him yet because I didn't know his number. Is love always this horrible and heartwreching and all those other terrible things?
Ring Ring
I jumped out of my seat and started at the phone. I was only one home, everyone else was gone. But...I didn't want to answer it. What if it was Audrey again? Or Robbie or Travis..or Ray..? My hand darted to it and I pushed the talk button. "Hello?" I asked, breathlessly. It had to be Ray..It had to be Ray..it HAD to be Ray!
"Hello Lily, it's your mother." a voice answered. Oh, great. I thought, crestfallen. I really wanted to get over Ray so maybe if I just TOLD him he would...stop haunting me. But my thoughts were interupted. "Honey, can you go to the store and get some milk for dinner?"
"Okay." I said and then hung up. Even my VOICE felt depressed. Did I really love Ray that much. Oh dammit Ray...I punched a pillow...why can't I do anything anymore? I can't bring myself to smile. Damn you Ray! But I can't hate you; no matter how hard I try.
"Clean-up in Aisle 7." A voice rang over the bustling sounds of hurried shoppers. I was taking my time, of course. Like always. Since I was young, I didn't understand why anyone would ever want to rush life. It's stupid, I thought, spacing out. But my spaced-out time was done when someone hit me. CRASH. The person had a hard thing in a bag and it really hit me on the noggin. [LoL, noggin, you get it? I'll shut up now...]
"Ouch..." I said, holding my hand to my head as blood started rushing toward it. "Ow ow ow ow."
The person quickly got up and held out a hand. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Honest!" The voice, a boy's felt frantic. I took his hand and became face-to-face with a taller boy, about my age. But, not like those other movies and romance novels, he was really unattractive. Don't get me wrong his...uh, round glasses were, um, fashionable? He was taller, but he had really neat black hair, perfect; not one hair was out of place. His face looked very soft and when I took his hand it was baby-like. And at that moment I knew.
He was rich.
See, I have this kind of rich-radar. Okay, not really. But people with soft skin usually don't work at all. Once, I met this kid at camp. His name was Joey. Super-rich. I once felt his hand. Super-soft. So, I'm sold on the idea that people with soft skin are rich. And usually...I was right.
But this kid was different then that other boy. He was RICH, I could tell, but...he was dorky. He actually had a trench coat, with a polo shirt under it and some slacks. And the weird thing is...he had a hat. It was one of those hats that old men where. The boy had hazel eyes, with yellow in them. Weird...I thought.
The boy still looked frantic. He looked like a high-strung sort of guy. "Sorry sorry sorry! Don't hit me!" he pleaded. What on earth? I thought as he got to the ground, begging on his knees.
I was very freaked out. He just bumped into me. I don't get it..."Uh, it's okay. I'm Lily."
He got up and then smiled nervously. It was a crooked smile, like he wasn't smiling at all. I felt like puking. It was like...Ed and Ted...combined with their ugliness. I know I sound shallow but...
Ew.
"I'm James." he answered. Oh GOD. James sounded so preppy and so rich and so dorky. I hated the name James. "So, Lily, what are you doing here at the grocery store?"
Shopping. Duh, Mr. Obvious. But I smiled a half-smile and said polietly, "Errands for my mom. You?"
James pointed to an old lady, taking a Prune in a Can off the shelf. "I'm with my wife." Huh? I just blinked. Somehow, I was very, very disturbed. The husband of the old lady AKA James saw my expression then started laughing hysterically. "Just kidding! God, did you really believe me?!"
I felt my cheeks turning red. Yeah, okay, I kinda knew he was joking. Actually, I was totally fooled. He looked so trust-worthy and he said it so seriously. James laughed harder. His laugh was like a hyena. I wanted to smack him, right on the face. But it was just a joke. I didn't want to seem sensitive or anything, so I just smiled and laughed with him. "Yeah, I'm gullible..."
James stopped laughing and grinned his crooked grin at me. "Well, it was fun meeting you Lily. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." I nodded, smiled and then got the HECK outta there. I didn't want to see him again but wait--
I hadn't though of Ray the whole time I was with him. He like, made me think of other things. Maybe I should see him. It would take my mind off Ray. And he was sorta funny...in a geeky type of way.
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Heh heh. Uh, no. Lily isn't gonna fall in love with James. Lily needs James. BeCaUsE...
-blink-
I don't know yet..but I can see Travis getting jealous seeing Lily and him together, just laughing and talking...
So, James is for my fanfic and he's FUNN-A!!!
.:allie:.
Ray,
Hey. What's up? How's life in Texas? I really just wanted to email you because, well, Ray, I miss you. A lot. And well, honestly, I like you. A lot. Like, really really like like. You know..?
UCK! I thought as I deleted what I had just wrote on my computer. I don't get it. Why can't I just say it? Why can't I just flat out say: Hey Ray. I love you. WHY CAN'T I? Am I psycho or do I have a mental problem. I smashed my head on the keyboard. I couldn't phone him yet because I didn't know his number. Is love always this horrible and heartwreching and all those other terrible things?
Ring Ring
I jumped out of my seat and started at the phone. I was only one home, everyone else was gone. But...I didn't want to answer it. What if it was Audrey again? Or Robbie or Travis..or Ray..? My hand darted to it and I pushed the talk button. "Hello?" I asked, breathlessly. It had to be Ray..It had to be Ray..it HAD to be Ray!
"Hello Lily, it's your mother." a voice answered. Oh, great. I thought, crestfallen. I really wanted to get over Ray so maybe if I just TOLD him he would...stop haunting me. But my thoughts were interupted. "Honey, can you go to the store and get some milk for dinner?"
"Okay." I said and then hung up. Even my VOICE felt depressed. Did I really love Ray that much. Oh dammit Ray...I punched a pillow...why can't I do anything anymore? I can't bring myself to smile. Damn you Ray! But I can't hate you; no matter how hard I try.
"Clean-up in Aisle 7." A voice rang over the bustling sounds of hurried shoppers. I was taking my time, of course. Like always. Since I was young, I didn't understand why anyone would ever want to rush life. It's stupid, I thought, spacing out. But my spaced-out time was done when someone hit me. CRASH. The person had a hard thing in a bag and it really hit me on the noggin. [LoL, noggin, you get it? I'll shut up now...]
"Ouch..." I said, holding my hand to my head as blood started rushing toward it. "Ow ow ow ow."
The person quickly got up and held out a hand. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Honest!" The voice, a boy's felt frantic. I took his hand and became face-to-face with a taller boy, about my age. But, not like those other movies and romance novels, he was really unattractive. Don't get me wrong his...uh, round glasses were, um, fashionable? He was taller, but he had really neat black hair, perfect; not one hair was out of place. His face looked very soft and when I took his hand it was baby-like. And at that moment I knew.
He was rich.
See, I have this kind of rich-radar. Okay, not really. But people with soft skin usually don't work at all. Once, I met this kid at camp. His name was Joey. Super-rich. I once felt his hand. Super-soft. So, I'm sold on the idea that people with soft skin are rich. And usually...I was right.
But this kid was different then that other boy. He was RICH, I could tell, but...he was dorky. He actually had a trench coat, with a polo shirt under it and some slacks. And the weird thing is...he had a hat. It was one of those hats that old men where. The boy had hazel eyes, with yellow in them. Weird...I thought.
The boy still looked frantic. He looked like a high-strung sort of guy. "Sorry sorry sorry! Don't hit me!" he pleaded. What on earth? I thought as he got to the ground, begging on his knees.
I was very freaked out. He just bumped into me. I don't get it..."Uh, it's okay. I'm Lily."
He got up and then smiled nervously. It was a crooked smile, like he wasn't smiling at all. I felt like puking. It was like...Ed and Ted...combined with their ugliness. I know I sound shallow but...
Ew.
"I'm James." he answered. Oh GOD. James sounded so preppy and so rich and so dorky. I hated the name James. "So, Lily, what are you doing here at the grocery store?"
Shopping. Duh, Mr. Obvious. But I smiled a half-smile and said polietly, "Errands for my mom. You?"
James pointed to an old lady, taking a Prune in a Can off the shelf. "I'm with my wife." Huh? I just blinked. Somehow, I was very, very disturbed. The husband of the old lady AKA James saw my expression then started laughing hysterically. "Just kidding! God, did you really believe me?!"
I felt my cheeks turning red. Yeah, okay, I kinda knew he was joking. Actually, I was totally fooled. He looked so trust-worthy and he said it so seriously. James laughed harder. His laugh was like a hyena. I wanted to smack him, right on the face. But it was just a joke. I didn't want to seem sensitive or anything, so I just smiled and laughed with him. "Yeah, I'm gullible..."
James stopped laughing and grinned his crooked grin at me. "Well, it was fun meeting you Lily. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." I nodded, smiled and then got the HECK outta there. I didn't want to see him again but wait--
I hadn't though of Ray the whole time I was with him. He like, made me think of other things. Maybe I should see him. It would take my mind off Ray. And he was sorta funny...in a geeky type of way.
-----------
Heh heh. Uh, no. Lily isn't gonna fall in love with James. Lily needs James. BeCaUsE...
-blink-
I don't know yet..but I can see Travis getting jealous seeing Lily and him together, just laughing and talking...
So, James is for my fanfic and he's FUNN-A!!!
.:allie:.