A/N: Here's where the story speeds up. Thanks to all reading. Please leave
reviews telling me your opinions. –Sex, drugs, and rock and roll--Your lord
and master, Sophie.
Chapter 4:
Lucy sat against a wall in Gordie's room; the opened window perched just above her head. A chilly breeze blew into the room, making it sting with the crisp summer air. Gordie trudged over, with a cigarette in hand. He took drags and blew the smoke out of his window.
"He'll be alright." Gordie started. "He just needs to sleep it off..." He reassured Lucy's bubbling fear. She took a deep breath as her heart rate slowed down.
"I know he'll be alright. It just scares me sometimes." Lucy said, her innocent blue eyes, shimmering in the moonlight.
"It's a scary thing." Gordie said, flicking his cigarette ash out of the window, as he sat beside Lucy.
"He's always making sure I'm safe, ya know? He's always concerned whether or not I'm taking care of, no matter what it may cost him..."
"That's because he loves you so much."
"Yeah well, sometimes I wish he'd love me a little less. Then he wouldn't get hurt at my expense." Lucy sighed, clutching her knees close to her chest.
"Hey." Gordie said suddenly, grasping Lucy's full attention. "It's not your fault, so don't say that, don't even think that." Gordie said then took another drag of his cigarette. A sweet smile crept across Lucy's face.
"Now you sound like Chris." Lucy laughed quietly. Gordie smiled, took the final pull of his cigarette, and flicked it out of the open window. He rubbed his hands on his legs, and folded them across his chest.
"I apologize, sincerely." Gordie smiled.
"Okay, now you sound like Vern, you're going to have to stop that..." Lucy smiled, then took a look at her brother.
Chris slept peacefully on Gordie's bed. He was blanketed with Gordie's plaid quilt and resting on a soft pillow. With his head exposed to the cold, his cheeks glowed with a pink flush.
"I don't know what I'd do without him." Lucy said to herself suddenly. It had slipped her mind that Gordie was sitting closely beside her.
"You'd rely on Eyeball a hell of a lot more, that's for sure..." Gordie answered. Lucy rolled her eyes with a sour face and stuck out her tongue, causing Gordie to release a slight chuckle.
"Like Richie would really help me out the way Chris does..." Lucy huffed with a thick coat of sarcasm in her voice. "Wanna know why I really got in trouble today?" Lucy said with a grin, her eyes full of mischief.
"I thought you were just mouthing off to the teacher again..." Gordie said with an arched eyebrow as Lucy shook her head.
"No, Chris just told you all that because he was embarrassed at the real reason. I got sent to the principal's office because I was wearing Chris' clothes, isn't that stupid?"
"But you always wear Chris' clothes..."
"That's what I said!" Lucy exclaimed. "But according to the school's dress code, and the rules of society, I'm supposed to be in a dress twenty- four-seven. Like I want to prance around all day in a skirt... Would you?" Lucy sneered with her nose scrunched.
"No, fortunately us guys are taken care of in that department... So why did Chris lie?" Gordie asked curiously. He gave a quick glance to his best friend, then returned his gaze to Lucy.
"Because he doesn't want anybody to know how different we are. No body else's sister wears blue jeans to school or yells at the teachers or openly does horribly in school... He's ashamed of me..." Lucy said solemnly.
"He is not." Gordie said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I guess he just wants to blend in." He looked at Chris' motionless body. "He just wants to go unnoticed in this town." Gordie contemplated, focusing on Lucy's sad eyes.
"Well I don't." She scoffed. "Why would anyone want to blend in here? This town is so unfair and everyone thinks alike. Why would he want to be like them?" Lucy said, staring at Chris.
"Because they're the people who reject him." Lucy turned her head quickly. She seemed to be a little taken aback by his answer. "He just wants to be normal."
"What is normal anyway?"
"Well if you were normal, you would know what it means." Gordie said, giving a slap to her shoulder. Lucy gave a small yawn, as Gordie glanced at his watch.
"It's two thirty in the morning..." Gordie huffed wearily.
"Sleep sounds really good right about now."
"It does, doesn't it? So are you going to Sue's house again?" Gordie asked, his big doe eyes glistening in the sudden moonlight.
"Nah, she's mad at me..." Lucy shrugged.
"Why?"
"Because Tom Banks wants to date me..." Lucy said shortly, then gave another yawn. She rested her head against Gordie's welcoming shoulder.
"That's stupid." Gordie said with an echoing yawn, as his eyelids grew heavy.
"Yeah..." Lucy said tiredly. Her eyes shut, as a wave of sleep washed over her body.
Before they knew what had happened, the two fell asleep by the window. The cool summer breeze kissed their faces with a sting of cold air. Dawn was nearing and before they knew it, morning had come.
Gordie's eyes flew open at the sound of a bird near his window. His legs felt heavy almost paralyzed. He gazed down to find Lucy asleep on his lap, snoring away the afternoon.
"Shit." He whispered. Gordie glanced at the ticking watch on his left arm. It read 11:30. His father would've already left for work, but his mother would be in his backyard, hanging the laundry. Gordie prayed she hadn't come in and seen Lucy next to him. Then again, if she had, she would've been screaming at the top of her lungs. Although Lucy was a constant visitor, Mrs. Lachance never seemed too fond of her. Let alone, her climbing in her son's window at three in the morning.
Gordie silently stood up, careful not to wake Lucy. He walked over to the bed where Chris was sound asleep. Gordie's footsteps rumbled softly, but stirred his friend awake with a groan.
"I feel like shit..." Chris mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes.
"You look like shit." Gordie assured him, as Chris stopped to look him over.
"I forgot I was here..." Chris said, his eyes falling to his sleepy sister. "Shit Lucy!" Chris exclaimed.
"Shh!" Gordie scolded. "If my mom hears, my ass is grass. Keep it down will ya?"
"What the hell is she doing here?"
"She didn't want to leave you numbnuts. It was late, and I guess we fell asleep, before she left."
"Thank you Sherlock." Chris said grouchily. He rubbed his face harshly for a minute.
"Man, you're grumpy when you first wake up..." Gordie muttered.
"Up yours." Chris said shortly, with an adoring smile.
A/N: I know this story has kind of a slow take off- but don't you worry! Thanks to everyone who's been reading and reviewing! Shout outs in the next chapter! :) Please have faith in this story- I know it's gunna be good- and don't assume you're right... I know what you all must be thinking about Lucy and her mystery guy- but you never know... you could be wrong... :)
Chapter 4:
Lucy sat against a wall in Gordie's room; the opened window perched just above her head. A chilly breeze blew into the room, making it sting with the crisp summer air. Gordie trudged over, with a cigarette in hand. He took drags and blew the smoke out of his window.
"He'll be alright." Gordie started. "He just needs to sleep it off..." He reassured Lucy's bubbling fear. She took a deep breath as her heart rate slowed down.
"I know he'll be alright. It just scares me sometimes." Lucy said, her innocent blue eyes, shimmering in the moonlight.
"It's a scary thing." Gordie said, flicking his cigarette ash out of the window, as he sat beside Lucy.
"He's always making sure I'm safe, ya know? He's always concerned whether or not I'm taking care of, no matter what it may cost him..."
"That's because he loves you so much."
"Yeah well, sometimes I wish he'd love me a little less. Then he wouldn't get hurt at my expense." Lucy sighed, clutching her knees close to her chest.
"Hey." Gordie said suddenly, grasping Lucy's full attention. "It's not your fault, so don't say that, don't even think that." Gordie said then took another drag of his cigarette. A sweet smile crept across Lucy's face.
"Now you sound like Chris." Lucy laughed quietly. Gordie smiled, took the final pull of his cigarette, and flicked it out of the open window. He rubbed his hands on his legs, and folded them across his chest.
"I apologize, sincerely." Gordie smiled.
"Okay, now you sound like Vern, you're going to have to stop that..." Lucy smiled, then took a look at her brother.
Chris slept peacefully on Gordie's bed. He was blanketed with Gordie's plaid quilt and resting on a soft pillow. With his head exposed to the cold, his cheeks glowed with a pink flush.
"I don't know what I'd do without him." Lucy said to herself suddenly. It had slipped her mind that Gordie was sitting closely beside her.
"You'd rely on Eyeball a hell of a lot more, that's for sure..." Gordie answered. Lucy rolled her eyes with a sour face and stuck out her tongue, causing Gordie to release a slight chuckle.
"Like Richie would really help me out the way Chris does..." Lucy huffed with a thick coat of sarcasm in her voice. "Wanna know why I really got in trouble today?" Lucy said with a grin, her eyes full of mischief.
"I thought you were just mouthing off to the teacher again..." Gordie said with an arched eyebrow as Lucy shook her head.
"No, Chris just told you all that because he was embarrassed at the real reason. I got sent to the principal's office because I was wearing Chris' clothes, isn't that stupid?"
"But you always wear Chris' clothes..."
"That's what I said!" Lucy exclaimed. "But according to the school's dress code, and the rules of society, I'm supposed to be in a dress twenty- four-seven. Like I want to prance around all day in a skirt... Would you?" Lucy sneered with her nose scrunched.
"No, fortunately us guys are taken care of in that department... So why did Chris lie?" Gordie asked curiously. He gave a quick glance to his best friend, then returned his gaze to Lucy.
"Because he doesn't want anybody to know how different we are. No body else's sister wears blue jeans to school or yells at the teachers or openly does horribly in school... He's ashamed of me..." Lucy said solemnly.
"He is not." Gordie said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I guess he just wants to blend in." He looked at Chris' motionless body. "He just wants to go unnoticed in this town." Gordie contemplated, focusing on Lucy's sad eyes.
"Well I don't." She scoffed. "Why would anyone want to blend in here? This town is so unfair and everyone thinks alike. Why would he want to be like them?" Lucy said, staring at Chris.
"Because they're the people who reject him." Lucy turned her head quickly. She seemed to be a little taken aback by his answer. "He just wants to be normal."
"What is normal anyway?"
"Well if you were normal, you would know what it means." Gordie said, giving a slap to her shoulder. Lucy gave a small yawn, as Gordie glanced at his watch.
"It's two thirty in the morning..." Gordie huffed wearily.
"Sleep sounds really good right about now."
"It does, doesn't it? So are you going to Sue's house again?" Gordie asked, his big doe eyes glistening in the sudden moonlight.
"Nah, she's mad at me..." Lucy shrugged.
"Why?"
"Because Tom Banks wants to date me..." Lucy said shortly, then gave another yawn. She rested her head against Gordie's welcoming shoulder.
"That's stupid." Gordie said with an echoing yawn, as his eyelids grew heavy.
"Yeah..." Lucy said tiredly. Her eyes shut, as a wave of sleep washed over her body.
Before they knew what had happened, the two fell asleep by the window. The cool summer breeze kissed their faces with a sting of cold air. Dawn was nearing and before they knew it, morning had come.
Gordie's eyes flew open at the sound of a bird near his window. His legs felt heavy almost paralyzed. He gazed down to find Lucy asleep on his lap, snoring away the afternoon.
"Shit." He whispered. Gordie glanced at the ticking watch on his left arm. It read 11:30. His father would've already left for work, but his mother would be in his backyard, hanging the laundry. Gordie prayed she hadn't come in and seen Lucy next to him. Then again, if she had, she would've been screaming at the top of her lungs. Although Lucy was a constant visitor, Mrs. Lachance never seemed too fond of her. Let alone, her climbing in her son's window at three in the morning.
Gordie silently stood up, careful not to wake Lucy. He walked over to the bed where Chris was sound asleep. Gordie's footsteps rumbled softly, but stirred his friend awake with a groan.
"I feel like shit..." Chris mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes.
"You look like shit." Gordie assured him, as Chris stopped to look him over.
"I forgot I was here..." Chris said, his eyes falling to his sleepy sister. "Shit Lucy!" Chris exclaimed.
"Shh!" Gordie scolded. "If my mom hears, my ass is grass. Keep it down will ya?"
"What the hell is she doing here?"
"She didn't want to leave you numbnuts. It was late, and I guess we fell asleep, before she left."
"Thank you Sherlock." Chris said grouchily. He rubbed his face harshly for a minute.
"Man, you're grumpy when you first wake up..." Gordie muttered.
"Up yours." Chris said shortly, with an adoring smile.
A/N: I know this story has kind of a slow take off- but don't you worry! Thanks to everyone who's been reading and reviewing! Shout outs in the next chapter! :) Please have faith in this story- I know it's gunna be good- and don't assume you're right... I know what you all must be thinking about Lucy and her mystery guy- but you never know... you could be wrong... :)