Night Had Made a Mess of Me
"And he had these lyrics Ricky. I swear that I've heard them before." Angela began, crossing her legs as he sat down in her bed.
"Maybe I can help you. What were they?"
"I don't know but the song is called--"
"Ricky … Angela …" Rayanne gasped, running into the house, looking like she had just escaped death with a little boy attached to her hand.
"Rayanne, what's going on?" Ricky ran over to her, hugging Rayanne tightly. "Was it Joey again?" He whispered as Rayanne nodded, looking away.
"Can I just stay here for a while?" She asked, not wanting to get into any deep conversations in front of Angela. It had been like that since high school. The two of them had always shared secrets and a bond that Angela never fit into. Because if Rayanne let her know what was really going on in her life, Angela wouldn't be able to handle it. She would probably pity Rayanne again and that whole situation with rehab would be rehashed. It was easier this way.
"Rayanne." Angela whispered, hugging her tightly and looking at the little boy who had not said anything and remained motionless, almost as if he were a statue. "Who is this?"
"I think Rayanne needs some sleep." Ricky intervened, whisking both his friend, and her son off into one of the other rooms.
"Hey baby." Isabella smiled meeting Jordan as soon as he came back from his "rendezvous" with Angela. She kissed him passionately, leading him over to the couch.
"What are you doing here?" He wondered, annoyed that he couldn't think about what just happened, or figure out what he was going to do next.
"Don't sound so happy to see me." Isabella rolled her eyes. "We need to make some final wedding decisions." She placed a book onto the table in front of the couch.
"So you flew all the way here to tell me that?" Jordan sighed.
"Yeah. It's the rest of our lives." Isabella looked at him intensely, as if expecting him to respond somehow. But, the way she said it sounded so final. But he knew he had to say something …
"I know." Jordan responded in order to keep the peace. "What you want, I want. I just want you to be happy." He declared as Isabella kissed him passionately.
"Good because I found the perfect gown and I know that you said I should stay within our budget, but it's absolutely gorgeous…" Isabella explained as Jordan struggled to pay attention. Within a couple of hours, she was still talking, but eventually fell asleep. But Jordan could not. There was something that he had to do first,
(A/N: This isn't all of the chapter, but I have more … if I can get some reviews I'll put up the next couple of chapters within the next couple of weeks! Yah! –Niki Lo)
