It has been a little over week since the whole Gordie thing, man that boy is good for something. I mean. I'm not just using him, ahem. Anyway, after finding out about those girls I decided to do some research. Oh me, oh my I'm actually working for a cause. I believe I am in love.
I've decided to find these girls that Trix has scared away. Maybe they can give me a few tips or something on how to capture him. I figure that at least one will help me bring Trix down and help me get Chris. I just hope they don't try to steal him from me.
So I found this little pink notebook in my room the other day and I've started taking notes, like conversations between Chris and Trix, Chris and Gordie, Chris and Teddy basically anyone. NO I haven't become a stalker I don't really stand outside his house…for too long. Anyway, it's taken me awhile, but I believe the best answer to this situation is to go and find those girls.
So first on the list would be Faye, the prissy girl. Hmm how am I going to find her? Ask Chris. No might open old wounds. Oh jeez I can think about this later Gordie is coming. I ran over to him and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Hey handsome." He gave me his cute innocent smile and rubbed his thumb over my hand. Aw. He is such a romantic!
"Hey." I bit my lip as we started walking hand in hand, Chris hasn't really been around much and I asked Gordie to pretty much keep our relationship a secret, for obvious reasons.
"Can I ask you something?" Gordie looked down at me, he was at least a good two inches taller than I was, "Where does Faye live?" He stopped; well it might have been my question or the fact we were at the dock, but whatever.
"Why?" He asked sitting on the edge of it giving me an odd look.
"I want to talk to her, about Trix." Gordie sighed and nodded.
"She lives about an hour and a half from here." I nodded and bit my lip. I needed to get to her, now who has a car? Hah just kidding a train!
"So where exactly?" He continued to tell me all the juicy details of where she lived and might not want to see me and how she was really pretty etc. I doubt she is prettier than me so I don't need to worry about that.
"Thank you Gordie," He shrugged and smiled standing and then helping me up,
"Nothing to it." I smiled sweetly and pecked his cheek as I started off holding his hand. Hmm how am I gonna get rid of this kid? I mean I want Chris so I can't have Gordie this entire time and what if Chris sees us? Then what am I going to do?
This is getting way too complicated for my own good. Now I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid just a little slow. And I hate complicated things, complicated things should not happen to gorgeous things like me.
At my door I said goodbye to Gordie a quick peck on the lips and he was walking away. I was about to turn to go inside when I thought I saw a shadow…what the hell? I scanned the darkening street and bit my lip. Now I'm not one to worry, but creepy things in shadows is NOT cool in anyone's book.
"Is anyone out there?" No answer. Obviously who the hell would answer to a question like that! Pushing my hair behind my ear I went into my house, but before I could close the door I saw a figure dart out of the crevice between my house and my neighbors house into the darkness. So someone had been spying on me, fuck. I bet it was Trix. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Merde. I bet she has dirt on me now. Like a picture that she will show to Chris! And then I will never get him. FUCKKK! Life is horrible to me!
I closed the door and leaned against it thinking, now if I somehow was able to get to Faye's house. Then I could solve all these problems. And then everything would be okay again! Right? Well it never really was okay so it would be okay for the first time in…oh fuck never mind.
I will leave tomorrow!
It's tomorrow!
Fuck. Wow. I am using that word a lot lately…jeez. Okay so here I go! Out the door, down the steps and walking, walking, walking train station! Okay I paid and now I am sitting on the ugly, dirt colored (this town is obsessed with it!) seats staring out the window.
Okay a minute into this and I am bored. We haven't even left the station yet! I'm going to look at this thing that is in the pocket in front of me…
Note to self: never read emergency pamphlets they will only scare the shit out of you.
Seriously! In three neatly typed sections the pamphlet told me all the possible ways to die on a train and how to NOT die on a train…who does that?
Apparently if the train goes off the tracks you duck or something and hope to god you don't die. Not a very comforting thought there. Then there is the 'if there is a fire' scenario and finally last, but of course not least the crashing scenario. If we crash into water…we are screwed if we crash into land we are screwed. If anything goes wrong. We. Will. All. Die. End of story. More like end of life, as I know it! I shudder at the thought.
Well we are moving now at least, now I should probably prepare what I am going to say to this mystery girl who I have never met and will probably hate. How bout,
'Hey.' Nah to informal, how about…'hello' nah too stupid and prissy-ish. Then again she IS a prissy girl is she not? So it should work right? No? Who cares? That's a good question.
So I'm here in this nice suburban town now. It's like all plastic-y gross. I hate places like this. They are disturbing. Down the street I am walking. Looking for house number 45 on Candlelight Street. Okay I have been wandering about for a fucking hour and still no sign of her. What if she isn't here anymore? And I risked my amazingly gorgeous and beautacious life for nothing?
Doo, doo, doo. Fuck now I'm humming to myself. And these houses are too perfect! I swear they are ALL the perfect white house with the light blue shutters and the pretty innocent looking white picket fence that is protecting the lush green grass and keeping the little cute puppy and adorable kids inside. It's kind of cute actually. STOP IT BRAIN! Gross, gross thoughts things like that do not happen to people like me. I will live in Hollywood with the rest of the beautiful and fantabulous people. So there!
Oh jebus, there is Candlelight. Here I go. Okay house number 67, 65, 63. Ten million bazillion years later where the hell is number…! Huzzah I have found it number 45!
This house was the most perfect house ever, the grass was the greenest the house the whitest the shutters the bluest. It's so pretty, so a pretty family MUST live here. So through the non-creaky picket fence up, listening as my heels click on the cobblestone path up to the house and here I am ready to knock on the door.
Knocking on the door…I hope someone is home and that someone is Faye. Good lord please be Faye…please please please.
"Hello?" I looked up to see a girl that looked about my age. I have to admit the boys were right when they said she was pretty. She had shoulder length blonde hair and sea-green eyes that were eyeing me curiously. She was probably an inch shorter than me so I'd say 5'3"-ish or so. I nodded and smiled my welcoming smile.
"Hi, my name is Belle and I live in Castle Rock. I believe you know a girl by the name of Trix." At the name of the devil's child she froze and was about to slam the door closed before she took a deep breath and nodded,
"Yes, I knew a girl by the name of Trix. She ruined the only good thing that could possibly happen in that dead town." Faye was crossing her slightly tanned arms across her chest leaning against the doorframe looking over at me. "Why do you want to know?"
I took a deep breath ready for the confession. "Well as I said my name is Belle and I'm having issues with the demon. I need your help." Faye's face broke into a smile and she nodded standing up straight,
"Come in, I am happy to help a fellow Trix-hater."
Sweet, and you know what I just noticed. There is no dirt in this town. It is all cobblestone or pavement. Isn't that nice? I think it is.
Now I know this is short and everything, but it kinda needed to be as for the dirt thing. That's the point she has an obsession with it; which is kinda shown later-ish, thanks so much for reading!