This is Weylyn's POV again...enjoy!
Mom is a really polite person, always doing the best she could, the most she could for everyone. I run down the spiraled staircase to see my mom leaning against the door with the bell still ringing. Pushing my mom aside a little, I open the door to find Ruth and some tall guy with really bad hair standing at the door.
I open the door wider to let Ruth and the guy in, to find that Mom disappeared. Shrugging, I say, "I don't know what was with her. She's normally really cool...I promise." Ruth shrugs, then the tall guy holds his hand out.
"Forrester, Dean Forrester." he says. Ruth laughs...this heaving donkeyish thing...and I smile a little, out of politness. As I shake his hand, I can't help thinking about how stupid this guy was. No wonder Ruth is so wierd...her Dad is a wack.
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Forrester. Um, can I help you with anything?" I ask politely, watching as they look around my house.
Mr. Forrester turns to look at me, with a smile, "No. I just wanted to ask your Mom about something about Chilton. Ruth said that she was from Stars Hollow, so I was hoping that I went to school with her."
I shrug, "So...did you know her?" I ask. Mr. Forrester nods, with a smile.
"Very well. We went out years ago." he says. That can't be right...I know all about Mom's boyfriends before Daddy. And never once was a Dean Forrester mentioned. I shrugh again.
"I don't think she's been feeling well actually, Mr. Forrester. Maybe you can talk to her or Daddy when you come to pick Ruth up." he nods, then I open the door back up and Mr. Forrester leaves.
Turning to Ruth, I see her on the platform between the two adjoining staircases, looking at our family portrait from a few years ago. Smiling, I run up the stairs, smiling, "That was drawn when I was 12...that's my Mom, my Daddy, and my grandparents."
Ruth looks over it once more before turning to me and saying, "Your Dad is so hott!" Oh my god. Okay, that's my DAD! Gross! Gross, gross, gross! Eww. I mean, I've been told he's good-looking by my friends but hott? Ugh.
Shrugging, I walk up the stairs, "My room's this way." I state shortly, watching her jog up beside me. She's looking at all the pictures and statues as we walk through the halls.
"Your house is beautiful Wey." She called me Wey. Ew. My name is fine the way it is, thanks.
"Weylyn. Thank you...so, this is my room." I open the door that I covered in band-stickers, stepping in. I'm proud of my room. It took me forever to get it perfect. I smirk as I watch Ruth walk slowly in, taking in the surroundings.
I have a pretty big room, with a canopy bed and a giant TV. There is a whole shelf full of movies that I've been collecting since forever. The CD rack is full of CD's that I've been collecting since...forever. There are beanbags sprawled around the floor, with colorful pillows and stuffed animals ontop of them.
I have a windchime I made out of old forks and spoons hanging in the window, and a bottlecap collage that took me YEARS to finish hanging on the wall. It's my name, with a backround of butterflies. It covers up most of the wall and I went through about a million sodas to finish it. I took old scraps of metal over the years, then hammered it down and made suns and stars and moons out of them and hung them from my ceiling with colorful hand-macremed string.
There are books stuffed in every corner, a keyboard I handpainted with my Broadway books on it, notebooks of poems and drawings on my desk with a purple computer sitting on top of it, and pictures of friends and family that I either took or drew hanging on the walls, surrounded by posters of movies and bands.
The room shows off everything that makes up me. I'm really proud of it. Ruth apparantly finds it pretty fascinating too, seeing as she's taking in every aspect of it.
"So...you like?" I ask, flopping onto my bed. Ruth beams, nodding.
"I love it! I've never seen a room like this! It's amazing!" She say enthusiastically. She runs her fingers over the bottlecap collage, tracing one of the butterflies in the corner.
"Where did you find all these things?" she asks, looking at all my little craft projects.
I shrug, sitting up, "I made them." Ruth turns on me, her jaw on the floor. I love it when people do that...it makes me feel so talented!
"No. Way." I nod, then she flings herself onto my bed, "So, how hard was it for someone like you to become Queen of Chilton." What? Someone like me? What's that's supposed to mean?
"I'm not really. I just, know everyone I guess." Wow, this girl is creepy. She nods, then looks around my room again.
The whole night was spent with Ruth asking me questions like 'what's it like to be perfect?' and 'would I ever be Queen of Chilton if you weren't around?' She needs to get a newsflash...I'm not perfect. And I'm not going to leave Chilton until college either.
Ruth finally left and surprisingly enough, neither of my parents came to meet her, like they usually do with new friends. They're basically kids still and they hang out with us, which is cool with my friends because my parents are amazing. It's just like having older siblings around or something.
That night, I walk into the library to find Mom and Daddy reading on the couch, Mom's head in Daddy's lap, Daddy absent mindedly playing with Mom's hair. It's like they have to be touching in some way, at all times. I rush up, flopping onto the edge of the couch, throwing my legs over Mom's.
"So...who's up for Scrabble?" I ask. Mom shoots up, raising her hand and 'OoO OoO Memememeing'. Daddy smiles, nodding, then leaps up to get the Scrabble board. Mom clears off the coffee table as I rush to the kitchen to throw some snacks together.
After I put the nachos in the oven, I take the three coffees and walk back into the library where Mom and Daddy have set up the game. I pick my letters, pull the chair closer to the table, then start to play.
"POLLITE" Mom spells. I roll my eyes, looking at my Dad.
"Mary, your cheating again. It's P-O-L-I-T-E...one L." he says. Mom sticks out her tongue, then shrugs.
"Your turn Wey." I smile, placing my letters around the word TALK, finishing up the game with me as the winner. Daddy sighs, shrugging.
"Wey, you win once again. Your getting way to smart for us!" Mom nods in agreement, then jumps up from her seat, fleeing the library.
"WINNER CLEANS THE GAME!" Daddy beams, jumping up and following her, leaving me with the mess.
"NO FAIR! YOU TWO ARE CHEEP!" I yell.
I hear Mom's voice a few seconds later, "DEAL WITH IT!" Rolling my eyes, I look back down at the board.
My last word was a pretty good one too. I've been good at Scrabble since I was little, having Mom read to me ALL the time. But the last word I got was pretty good. I take one last look before scooping all the little blocks into the velvet bag.
STALKER...good word.
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