Weylyn's POV
So...there's a new girl at our school. And to say the least, she's really creepy. I mean, yeah she's new so it makes sense that she'd be quiet and stuff, you know, trying to find her place...but I caught her staring at me like, fifteen times yesterday. It was beyond creepy.
Charleston recruted me to be her buddy, because I knew the school like the back of my hand. I was fine with it, new face, new friend, cool stuff. But then she showed up and at first she was, well since I first met her I thought she was a pretty sweet girl. Shy, maybe, but sweet. Then after chorus she would just watch me and Wes...it was really unnerving. I hope she's not like that again today, but whatever...I have to stick around her for awhile.
I woke up earlier than normal today, probably because of the banging coming from downstairs. Pulling the covers to my duvet down, I scramble out of bed and get into my Chilton uniform, slip on my Underdog slippers and scurry downstairs. After weaving through hallways searching for the noise, I end up in the kitchen.
I could have guessed that I would have found my parents sitting on the floor covered in flour making out like wild dogs in heat. That's right. My parents STILL do that...this early in the morning. They're still young, they got married and had me right after college, so they're only 23 years older than me. Which really isn't that much in the long run.
My parents are amazing, I was really lucky in the selection process. My Dad is the big shot CEO of DuGrey enterprises and my mother is the top journalist for the Hartford Times. And they are so in love, which is so rare and totally amazing. After Daddy came back from ArmyBratCamp he saught out my Mom, they became friends, then friends with benifits, then finally they fell in love. Well, Mommy fell in love, Daddy was already an idiot by then.
Walking forward, I step over the two of them, walking towards the coffee pot. After pouring myself a cup, drinking it, then turning to find my parentals still going at it, I pour a glass of water from the sink then throw it on them, causing the pair to spring apart. Thank God. I'm quite content with NOT being there while another sibling is concieved...can you imagine the pychatrist bills for that? Good God I'm tainting my own mind...
Daddy jumps onto his feet, then helps Mom up before looking at me. He smirks, running a hand through his blonde hair, then says, "Weylyn Lorelei DuGrey you are awake. At 6:30. Did Brad Pitt die or something?"
My jaw drops and I spin on my Dad just as my Mom smacks his chest. "Don't you DARE ever say anything so evil ever again Bible Boy!" She yells. I laugh as I sit at the counter, and watch my parents banter like always.
"What Mary? Does it scare you? Aren't I hott enough or something?"
"What do you think?" Mom snaps, sticking out her tongue. Daddy's eyes get squinty and he starts backing Mom into the counter.
"I think that I am more than hott enough for you. If I got ANY hotter, you would die!" then he swoops down and the making out begins again.
I raise my hands, covering my eyes, then screaming, "AHH! DAUGHTER PRESENT! AHH PLEASE! BURN. MY. EYES.!"
Mom and Daddy break apart, seperating to other sides of the kitchen. They have to go to seperate sides of the kitchen to keep thier hands off of eachother. That is sooo unbeleivably gross.
I look around at the mess on the kitchen floor, shaking my head, "So, what happened here?" I ask.
Daddy sighs, shaking his head, "Your mother had the uncontrollable urge to make cookies."
"At 6:30 in the morning?"
"Yes." Mom says proudly.
"And it couldn't have waited for ANYTHING!" I am living with weirdos...
Mom shakes her head, pouring a cup of coffee and plopping down in the stool beside me, "No. Now tell me, how was school yesterday? We didn't get to talk because your evil boyfriend stole you away from us!"
Daddy growls, "Grr...I really don't like that boy." he mutters, then starts to clean the mess on the floor.
"Shut up, you love Wes. We got a new girl from Stars Hollow yesterday. I get to show her around." I say, jumping off the stool to look in the fridge for something to eat.
Mom beams, she loves anything about Stars Hollow. "What's her name? I probably know her parents." she says.
"Ruth Forrester." I say. Daddy drops the pan he was holding, making it clatter on the ground. His back gets stiff and he's standing straight up. Mom has frozen, holding her coffee mug right before her lips and not moving it. Okay...my family is so weird.
"Mommy, Daddy, are you okay?" They both look at me, shaking their head as if to get out of a daze. Mom shakes her head yes, and Daddy goes back to picking up the pots and pans.
Alright, that was weird. I shrug to myself, opening the fridge. Pulling out leftover chinese from the movie night Mom, Grandma, and Aunt Paris had two days ago, I throw it in the fridge and pull my shoes on as it heats up. Hearing the 'ding' I take it out, throw it in a tupperware, give my parents kisses on the cheek, then get into my car and drive to Chilton.
Everyone is waiting by my parkingspace again. How unbeleivably annoying, especially when you are trying to park. I mean, you don't want to run anyone over or anything and yet these people don't seem to get that big, fast, metal, CARS will hurt if they run into you.
Jumping out of the car, I pull my Maverick sunglasses up so that they're sitting on top of my head with my hair billowing behind it. I was pretty lucky when it came to my looks too...back to the parental issue thing. I mean, in a totally Non-Freaky way, my parents are gorgeous.
So when you have perfect parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents you end up with some pretty good looks. I mean, I'm not trying to sound conceited or anything, but...I'm a little bit of everything good in my family, in one person. My hair is, much to popular beleif, completly natural. I have my Dad's blonde mostly, alot of my mom's brunette, and a little bit of my great-grandma's red running through. I lucked out by getting my Grandma Lorelei's physique, and my eyes are my Mom's and my Dad's. Dark blue with bursts of light blue in the middle. I'm really lucky. I know that much and I appreciate my parents for that, and everything else too.
Anyway, I got distracted on my little prep-myself moment...sorry, but it's good to complement yourself every once in awhile. I walk down through the lot until I reach the quad. Someone who's wearing my mavrick glasses on thier head comes bustling up to me. It's Ruth. I throw on a smile, walking up to her.
"Ruth! Hey. I like your glasses..." I kind of drift off, letting her know that I know that she's wearing the same sunglasses as me. My favorite sunglasses ever.
"Hi! I know, it's just that I saw you wearing them and they were really cute so I decided to get a pair of my own. You don't mind do you?" She smiles at me. Why would I mind? I mean, okay they were mine first, but whatever they're a pair of sunglasses. Plus, it's pretty sweet that she likes my glasses. It's like a little kid wanting to be like you or something.
"No, of course not! I was just kidding!" She beams, then we start walking to our lockers.
I spin my combination quickly, kicking my locker lightly so it opens. I marked the spot where you kick it with a Sharpie like my Mom told me. Little tricks of the Trade. Then I start to switch my books until I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.
Smiling, I shut my locker gently, turning around in Westley's arms and leaning against the metal door. His glassy blue-green eyes are taking my in like they do every morning, as I start fiddling with his tie, keeping eyecontact with him. He bends down and kisses me lightly, until I pull his tie so he's using a more forceful method. He slams me into the locker, lifting me up slightly so that I'm barely standing on my toes, pressing into me so that there's no space between us.
Westley Sage is one hell of a kisser. He makes me go tingly from head to toe, makes everything go fuzzy, makes fireworks go off, and basically every other thing in the books and movies that they say happens. I've known Westley all my life, we met in Pre-school. He was the little kid with the twinkling blue eyes, and unruly sandy-blonde bowl cut, and the crooked smile with the missing tooth, that always pulled your braids.
Well, let's just say he's not pulling my braids anymore. Aparantly pulling braids is a sign of love. In seventh grade, my best friend admitted he liked me, I avoided him for a year and 1/2 until I realized that I liked him too, in ninth. For half a year I tried to rebuild whatever he felt for me, then he broke down and we've been together ever since.
Westley really did grow up in the whole 11 years from pre-school too, as much of a shocker as that is, it's true. He became gorgeous. His unruly mushroom cut turned into unruly rolled out of bed spikes. His twinkling eyes stayed the same, but his smile turned into a...well a smile with all his teeth. His jaw became more defined and his body. Oh Sweet God, does that boy have a body! That's basically all I can say about it...it's gorgeous.
We fit together so well, his head rests just on top of mine when we're hugging or dancing, his arms lock securly around my waist. I missed him so much in that year and 1/2. He became so different, floating from girl to girl. Well, in that short time he became a million more times experianced than I am. I'm just glad he's willing to wait.
Westley pulls back slightly, resting his forehead on mine, smile on his lips, "Morning beautiful." he whispers.
Bringing my hand up to his cheek, I kiss his nose, "Morning Wes, come on...we're going to be late." I duck under his arm, letting it fall to my waist.
Looking away from Wes, I see Ruth just standing there, watching us again. She's not even trying to be discreet about it. She's just standing a little away from the lockers studying us. Creepy, creepy, creepy. I smile at her, blushing a little, embarassed that I was just watched during a make-out session with my boyfriend.
She smiles as though nothing's wrong and the three of us walk to chorus, Ruth slightly behind us. I sit in my seat beside Westley and Landon, then watch Ruth walk in front of me and sit two seats over. Then Mrs. Fenello walks in and clears her throat.
"Alright, today we're going to work on the solo's for the play, since it is next week. Now I know most of you are in only the chorus part, even though most of you SHOULD have tried out...but it's early and it's Friday, and some of these kids need all the help they can get." The class chuckles lightly, then Mrs. Fenello continues, "so you can have a free period while I work on these kids."
I smile, I love the play we're doing. It's a little childish, which makes sense because we're taking it to the city and bringing kids from the hospital and homeless kids and stuff to come see it. And it is a fun show if you appreciate good literature like Dr. Suess. So, Suessical the Musical is automatically a blast in my book. (A/N Okay, this show is SO MUCH FUN! I was in it this year and had such a blast!)
Stepping up with Westley, I smile. I'm playing the Sour Kangaroo, who's mainly the bitch of the show. It's so much fun because I get to sing like Aretha Franklin. Substituting RESPECT for RESPECK, seeing as I don't want to see the speck of who's.
Westley is The Cat In The Hat, who's basically the conductor of the show. He's so eccentric that it really fits the part.
Landon's playing Horton The Elephant, which is weird seeing as he's such a tough jocky guy, but he plays the sweet elephant really well and it's cute.
Tawny is playing Amazing Maisy, big surprise. The slut of the school gets the part of the slut of the play, who has an amazing tail, lays an egg, leaves it with an elephant then bails out. Typical. Did you catch on that I didn't like that girl?
Mr. and Mrs. Who are played my Jamie and Rachel, then all of Whoville and The Jungle of Nool is played by the chorus. JoJo is Mike, General GengischanSchmitz is Greg, Nicky, Leah, and Britanny are playing The Bird Girls, and Katie plays Gertrude McFuzz...well, is supposed too that is.
I look around for Katie, but she's not here. Mrs. Fenello notices the same thing, then stands up on a chair so the other kids notice her.
"Alright, Katie isn't here...who wants to run her lines?" She calls. Immediatly Ruth jumps up, falling over a couple chairs.
Mrs. Fenello shrugs, "Okay then, here's the script. You said you could read music NOTES right?" Ruth nods, then Fenello sits at the piano and begins to play Wes's part.
When it finally gets to the part in the opening number when I sing, I take a deep breath, open my mouth, then get cut off by someone else's, "Think of a kangaroo sour as can be." Whipping my head over I see Ruth trying to sing my part. Key Word. Trying.
I'm not trying to come off as a bitch, but Ruth cannot sing my part right. She sang Gertrude great, light and gentle. High. But my part is loud, brassy, powerful, low, and hard. Really hard. For one thing you have to have a certian voice to sing it in the first place, which I was lucky enough to have, then you have to have trained it. Like I have, for an hour, twice a week, for seven years.
I'm not really conceited, but I am proud, and I do know what I am blessed with. And singing is my best gift. I bite my lower lip, staring at Ruth as Mrs. Fenello starts talking to her.
"Ruth! That is NOT Katie's line. That is Weylyn's...your playing Gertrude! Not the Sour Kangaroo." Her eyes twitch a little when she gets aggrivated, but she takes a deep breath and plays my part over. I belt it out, then wait for my next solo as Fenello breezes through the choral part.
We pass through the opening, then I get ready for 'Biggest Blame Fool' as Landon and the Bird Girls sing 'Horton Hears A Who'. The song end, I take a deep breath for my humph, only to get cut off once again by Ruth. Westley's looking at me with raised eyebrows, and I shrug.
Mrs. Fenello's eye is twitching really bad. It's funny when that happens..."NO RUTH! No, Ruth...that is Weylyn's part. Okay? Stop singing Weylyn's part. Thank you.
I sing through until my favorite part in the show, 'RESPECK' where I really get to belt it, only to get my thunder stolen once again by Ruth.
Mrs. Fenello starts really getting peeved, but you can tell she's trying to be nice to the new girl. Apparantly she isn't that bright if she can't read a script right. Through out all of chorus she cuts me off of MY lines 10 times. Not including the first three.
Then AFTER chorus, she comes running up to me, linking her arms with mine, pushing the one Wes has around my waist away. I look at him apologetically as she pulls me off.
"So Weylyn, I'm going to come over to your house tonight around 5 okay?" she says. I look over at her, then sigh.
"Whatever. But 5, because I have to clean my room first." She smiles, then blows me an air-kiss like The Preps in Mean Girls.
The day goes quickly, with weird incidents with Ruth. She's really nosey and buts into EVERYTHING. I'm trying to be nice and give her a chance, seeing as she's new...but it's really hard.
I rush home, pour myself a cup of coffee, say 'hi' and talk to my parents for a few minutes before going to clean my room. At exactly 5 I hear the bell ring, then before I get a chance to get the door I hear it open.
My mom opens it saying, "Hi, Weylyn's upstairs..." then I hear her pause. Then I hear her say, "Dean." Then the door slams shut again.
Okay, it's weird. I tried to make Weylyn not that concieted. I think I failed though. I hope you can still like her! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!