A/n: Ahh, Guys and Dolls. Yep, the lyrics are from that. and the end was a bit rushed, sorry. I wanted to update. Perhaps i will write the next chapter over the weekend. thank you all for the reviews.
Wishes Don't Come True
Chapter Five
Suddenly I'll know when my love comes along
I'll know then and there
I'll know at the sight of her face
How I care, how I care, how I care
And I'll stop, and I'll stare
And I'll know long before we can speak
I'll know in my heart
"Speech enunciation." I sigh. God, the English language is not something I've ever had the urge to study in such detail. Even if the teacher makes a sad attempt to make us energetic about it by giving us tongue twisters to take a crack at. That might have worked if I was about, say, eleven.
"I saw Susie sitting in a shoe shine shop. Where she sits she shines, and where she shines she sits," I mutter to myself. I realize the trick in it as I say shit instead of sit. I chuckle to myself. Whoa, she has gone to a new low, has she not? Trying to bribe us with curse words.
Susie. I let a gentle smile cross my face. Susie. What a surprise it is to think that I might actually have a friend in Ireland. . . a good friend, at last. There are close acquaintances and then there are friends.
I look down at the paper in my hand. Why not, I think to myself. I gentle rip a piece of paper out of my notebook, and I copy down the short sentence. "It's worth a chuckle, isn't it?"
I begin to rethink my decision as I amble ungainly towards St. Brigid's. I mean, what, just because we used to know each other? She, more likely than, has not as no intentions in remaining friends with me. Wait, I think as I stop in my tracks. Oh god, can it be?
I am experiencing teenage angst.
I take out my handy, dandy inner mind notebook. Dear Calvin, It seems teenage angst has at last caught up with me. I believe close observation is in order. I must keep a record of my progress through this most unlikely of obstacles.
I walk more energetically towards St. Brigid's. One must not shirk from responsibility. I must live through this era of teenage angst so as to be a shining example of how to defeat this crippling point in time.
Perhaps I will write a book. Or perhaps not. I'd never overcome my lack of laziness enough to finish it.
So I'm on my way to Susie's room. And I don't know in what room she's in. Crap. I look around semi-carefully. I mean, I will get penalized if I get caught. Aw, hell, that's half the fun. It feels wondrous to be this bad again.
I open the large door of St. Brigid's main building. I make sure I have a confident posture and I sure expression on my face. Damn, I am out of practice.
"Hello, I'm here to give something to, um," I pretend to be nervous. Well, actually, I'm nervous as hell, and I'm not as well prepared for this shock into the world of lying as I thought I would be. So why not act like I feel for once? "Susie? Susie Derkins." I look up at the secretary with a happy look in my eyes. Look at me, lady, I'm so out of it, I get glad when I remember what I'm supposed to be doing! Pity me, I'm practically crying.
And she does pity me. With a gentle smile, and a slightly bored look (as if she's done more of her share of dealing with kids 'like me'), she nods. "Well, I can't let you in the Sleeping Rooms themselves, but I'll deliver the letter."
I nod hastily, my eyes wide with excitement and my inner self cackling at how easy this will be.
"Now, don't you want your name on this?" She asks, looking over the piece of paper I hand her. I shake my head as violently as I had nodded it.
"No, it's not from me. The name's inside, I guess." The woman raises her perfectly outlined eyebrow at this.
"Did someone trick you into doing this?" By trick, she means beat or threat into doing this. I don't want an investigation to come out this.
"No, no. I'm doing this for a friend. He's a-fraid!" God, playing this cute little retard isn't the most interesting moment in my life. In fact, I can do without ever doing this again. I want out of here before I run into some teacher who will recognize me. "Well, tata. Thanks lots for the help!" I smile, showing all my teeth, and straining my jaw.
I walk out of there, fixing my walk into a short of waddle, like someone who's never quite gotten the hang of walking. It's a damn long walk to the door.
As I walk back to the St. Padriac with a fulfilled air. Susie is definitely a good influence on me. I feel almost like my old self again. Except- I feel that empty tinge whenever I feel like this. Because when I was like this, I was always with-
Hobbes. No, I'm not thinking of him. That's one experiment I'm never attempting to write down in my inner self notebook.
It's art class. Why is Susie sending me eye hellos? Doesn't she realize her boyfriend (which I have little doubt he is by now) is staring? Oh my god, my life is turning into those shows that make the girls crowd around the TV sets in the Common Rooms.
It's quite a love triangle. Perhaps I'll drawing such a triangle from our ink project.
She pinches my upper arm while I'm my way out of class, back to St. Padriac's. "Is this yours?" She shows me the sheet. It has a little piece of tape half ripped from it, and I read over the short tongue twister, pleased.
"Perhaps," I answer lightly, handing back the paper. I might have said more if I had not been suddenly and rudely interrupted by none other than her boyfriend.
"Susie," he begins roughly, gripping her arm possessively. Susie leans into him, as if his manner were lovingly and not jealous. "Uhh, I think we should, er, go to the woods. I'll bring some. . ." Carl seems to be having a hard time improvising. I almost giggle at his expression.
"-blankets?" Susie takes pity on the poor boy and finished his sentence for him. In Carl's eyes I catch a flicker of excitement. Oh god, does Susie know what she's getting herself into?
Susie grins as she turns around in his embrace to give him a peck on the lips. Nothing surprises more than watching her casually, well as casually as you can do such things, grab his crotch in what looks like a pretty tight grip. She pulls herself out of his arms before he can get another hold on her. As she walks down the hall towards the door she gives me a sly look and an evil grin. No, no no! Those are my trademarks.