This is a long one... and I'm sorry for some of the things in here.. I had a major writer's block here.
"…It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for actin' like you cared
And makin' me feel that I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watchin' as I fall
And letting me know we were done…
He was everything, everything that I wanted (I wanted)
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretendin'
So much for my happy endin' …"
"(So Much For) My Happy Ending" By Avril Lavigne
A tall woman with light brown hair and dark brown eyes enters the kitchen wearing a white tennis outfit. She sets her tennis racket down on the table.
"Hello, Sweetheart." She greets her husband and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey. How was the court today?" The man asks as he stops cutting vegetables and turns to kiss her back. He then returns to his duty.
"Oh it was wonderful! I taught four elementary school classes today and just fell in love with this one little girl. She is absolutely adorable! She has bright blue eyes, blonde hair and freckles! Her mother had put her hair up in two pony-tails today."
"Well she does sound cute."
"Where's Samantha?"
"You didn't see her at the club?" The man looks at his wife with a look.
"No."
"Well she's been there all day with Claire. She called me earlier while I was at Larry Mitchell's house. I was over there signing another contract. But anyway, she wanted to tell me that she won two games in a row. I'm so glad she made a new friend. Of course that was almost a year ago." The man says with a laugh.
"So am I." Hi wife smiles. "And hey, just think, she never would have met Claire, Penny or her other friends if it weren't for me telling you to move here to the countryside of New York in the first place. Aren't you glad?" The woman wraps her arms around her husband.
"Yes." The man drops what he's doing and turns around to face her and gives her a kiss.
They smile at each other and then she releases herself from him and moves to the table and takes a seat.
"Oh, Tony. You'll never guess who I saw today, sweetheart."
"Who?"
"Well –um, uh, Tony? Why are you doing the cooking? We have servants who do that."
"I know. But I wanted to do it tonight."
"Uh Huh. Well anyway—you'll never guess who I saw today."
"Who?" Tony inquires as he wipes his hands off on a dishtowel and joins his wife at the kitchen table.
"Angela."
"Angela? Angela who?"
"You know who. Angela. Angela Bower. You know. You lived with her for three to four years? Anyway, there is an advertising convention in town and I saw her name on a list at the Club today. And then I saw her standing outside the Convention Center with a group of men on my way home."
"Oh her. Right." Tony says realizing. "I guess I've blocked that from my memory."
"You have?"
"Yes."
"That makes no sense. You two were--." But she stops as Tony places a finger to her lips.
"Yes, we were lots of things. But Julie, you are the one in my life now, not her." He takes his hand away from her mouth.
"You mean you are not even gonna see her?" She asks in shock. "I still don't understand … nothing could ever--."
"Nope. Do we really have to get into this?"
"Oh, well no. Sorry I even brought it up." Julie says grinning.
"It's okay."
"I love you."
"I love you, too." Tony replies and leans in to kiss her.
Meanwhile
"Will you excuse me please? I'm going to try and look up Mr. Hamilton's phone number. I hope he hasn't forgotten about this." Angela announces to a group of people in a conference room.
She leaves and heads for a pay phone in the lobby. Opening the phone book she begins to flip through the pages for the "H's". As she continues to flip, she comes across a huge ad for The Olive Grove Country Club. Skimming over the advertisement, Angela notices names written in the corner of the ad. She freezes when she comes across one name in particular: Julie Micelli.
Angela quickly flips to the "M's" and soon finds the address she was hoping to find. It reads: Micelli, Tony & Julie 1615 Autumn Palace Lane. She shuts the phone book, picks up the phone, drops a dime into the slot and begins to dial a number.
I know a girl who's obsessed with a guy
She talks for hours and still tomorrow
She'll call again and when he thinks that this could be the end,
She calls again
At six in the morning she waits at the door
He tells her to leave but still tomorrow she'll be there again
She wont let go!
Can't you just go somewhere on vacation?
I could book your flight
And pack your bags
If you want
A one way ticket out of my life
Watching you fly away
I never liked you!
She doesn't care if he tries to ignore
He runs away but still she follows
She'll try again
She likes to think she'll get him in the end
Yeah!
Can't you just go somewhere on vacation?
I could book your flight
And pack your bags
If you want
A one way ticket out of my life
Watching you fly away
I never liked you
I never wanted you
I never liked you
I never wanted you, whoa!
Can't you just go somewhere on vacation?
I could book your flight
And pack your bags
If you want
A one-way ticket out of my life
Watching you fly away
I never liked you
I never wanted you
I never liked you
I'm not in love with you!
"Vacation" By Simple Plan
Later
"Are you sure this is it?" Mona asks as Angela pulls up to a large white gate.
"Gee, it has 1615 on the post there." Angela gestures.
"I can't believe you found them, Mom. Wow! Look at the house! It's huge!" Jonathan exclaims.
The three look through the gate and can't believe their eyes. There several hundred feet in front of them is a large white mansion. Angela pulls the Jaguar up to the intercom and buzzes, seconds later the large white gate opens and she moves on forward up the long driveway to the house. After Angela parks, the three file out of the car and up the steps to the large white and gold front doors.
"May I help you?" A man in a suit asks as he opens the door.
Angela appears to be shaking some and speechless so Mona inquires, "Yes. May we see Mr. Micelli please?"
"Certainly. Please come in, I will let Mr. Micelli know that you are here. You may have a seat in the living room." The gentleman says and gestures to his right. He closes the doors and then makes his way down a hall by the stairs.
Mona, Angela and Jonathan walk into the living room and take a seat.
"Are you all right, dear?" Mona asks with concern as she notices Angela's legs shaking up and down as well as her fidgeting.
"I don't know. It's been so long since we've seen them. I'm just real nervous."
"Angela … this is Tony and Sam we are talking about."
"I know. But it looks like they've changed." Angela replies looking all around her at the massive house.
Soon footsteps are heard. The three turn their heads to see a man at the door. He has on black dress shoes, black dress pants, white dress shirt, a snazzy suit jacket and a red ascot. They can't believe their eyes … that could not be their Tony!
"Ms. Bower, Ms. Robinson and Master Jonathan." Tony greets.
Nope. Not their Tony at all.
"Hi, Tony." Angela hesitantly states. "How have you been?"
"Just fine, thank you. And yourself?"
"Fine. There's a convention in town that I am attending. Mother and Jonathan came along, for once. And well I was in the middle of looking up a client's phone number when I saw Julie's name in an advertisement for a country club. And so we just had to stop by. I hope that is okay?" Angela knew that sounded dumb.
"Yes, that is fine, I guess. Julie told me earlier that she saw your name on a list at the club and then on her way home saw you standing outside the Convention Center with some gentlemen. She was surprised when I told her that I wasn't going to try and see you."
"Oh." Angela replies in sadness. "How come?"
"Ms. Bower--." Tony is about to explain when Sam enters the living room wearing a riding outfit and holding a riding crop in her hand.
"Claire, Penny and I are going to--." Sam stops when she sees the others.
"Oh hey, squirt. Hi, Ms. Bower. Ms. Robinson."
"Hi Sam." Jonathan replies. "I brought my baseball collection and I have a few new ones. Would you like to see them?"
"No. I hate baseball."
Did Samantha Micelli really just say that?
"So does Dad. No more sports for him. Unless it's something like tennis, polo or chess. Right Dad?"
"Yes."
Whoa. What has happened to them? Tony hating sports? The world must be coming to an end the others thought.
"Oh, Sam. I'm been meaning to mail this to you, but I didn't know the address and well I've been keeping it with me just in case we ever met up again. It's a letter from Bonnie." Angela takes an envelope out of her purse and hands it over to Sam.
"Thanks." Sam takes the letter from Angela, rips it down the middle and then hands it back to her.
"No thanks. I have other friends, wealthy friends. I don't need you anymore, I don't need your mother anymore and I definitely don't need you, half-pint. And I don't need Bonnie's friendship anymore. Just like Dad doesn't need yours." Sam grins, turns on her heel and leaves.
Angela, Mona and Jonathan look on in mere shock.
"What has happened to you two?" Angela hands her mother the ripped up letter and then walks up to Tony.
"Nothing. And please back away from me, Ms. Bower."
"You two have let yourselves become exposed to snobs and have become snobs yourself! The Tony and Sam I know and love would never let themselves--."
"Ms. Bower, we aren't the same people, that is true. We are better people now. And please, we no longer love your family, so you can stop loving us. Besides, we got practice from living with you."
Angela could feel tears in her eyes. Tony had never spoken to her like that before, well never meant it. And this hurt far worse.
"Hey buster--." Mona begins.
"No, mother I can handle this." Angela says looking at Mona and then back at Tony.
"Ms. Bower." Tony says walking up to her and stops just a few inches from her. "Please get out of my house, I never want to see you again."
Just then Julie enters and walks over to Tony.
"Well hello." She says wrapping her arms around Tony.
"...Sorry girl but you missed out
Well tough luck that boy's mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends..."
"Sk8er Boi" By Avril Lavigne
Angela can't take it anymore and runs out of the room. She then finds blank walls all around her with no doors nor windows. She begins to scream with tears pouring down her face.
"Why does this always happen to me? I can't take it anymore! Angela bangs her fists against one of the walls, loses her balance and finds herself falling through the floor.
Angela jolts her body forward, breaths heavily and feels herself sweating and crying. Looking around the room, she notices that she is in Wendy's living room. She tries her best to calm down and remember how she got there.
Doorbell Rings
"Oh hi Angela, please come in." Wendy says as she lets her friend in.
"Hi Wendy."
"What brings you by?" Wendy asks as she shuts the front door.
"My client postponed our meeting until after he returns from Atlanta, Georgia. He's visiting his daughter. I looked quite tired to him and he suggested we wait. Although I did mention that I hadn't been getting much sleep in awhile." Angela explains as she walks over to the couch and sits down.
Wendy joins her, "Golly, Angela. I'm sorry." She says sympathetically.
"And I was going to head on home and try to rest, but no one will be there. Now, yes that does sound strange because normally it's best when no one is there, but---." Angela stops and looks up at Wendy who looks a bit confused. "—Oh I don't know." Angela says and drops her head into her hand.
"Gee, I'm sorry Angela. You're more than welcome to stay here if you'd like. I'm afraid that I'm going to be gone for the rest of the afternoon and evening. I have errands to run and then run over to Herb's office."
Angela can't believe this. Has Wendy forgotten her birthday too?
"Oh please don't apologize. That is fine. I understand. I think." Angela says thinking the last part to herself. "But thank you, I think I will stay here." She looks over at her friend and smiles.
All right. I hope you get some sleep. I better get going." Wendy gets up from the couch. "Just make yourself at home. I'm sorry that I have to leave you like this. See you later."
"No it's all right and thanks again." Angela replies as her friend grabs her purse and leaves.
Angela looks around at the quiet house, takes off her shoes, grabs the pink blanket from the end of the couch and lies down while spreading it over her body. A couple minutes later, she falls asleep.
That is how it happened. Angela couldn't take one more of these horrid nightmares. The one she just had topped them all. After a few minutes of calming down, Angela throws the blanket off of her body, gets up off the couch, walks into the kitchen and then suddenly gasps when she reads the microwave clock: 6:00PM
"Oh great!" She says aloud and races out of the kitchen. She runs out the door, grabs the box and bag from the backseat of her car and re-enters the house. She rounds a corner and then heads up the stairs to get freshened up.
