Okay, I was asked to depict Angela's character better. I'm going to try, if it sucks, tell. Oh and just to tell you, I was REALLY hyper writing chapter 3.
CHAPTER 4
I sat there for hours trying to do my homework, but I couldn't stop thinking about Brian. I kissed him, and he only half kissed back. I didn't even know if he wanted to kiss me. I had to see him.
Outside of Brian's house I could hardly breathe. Why was I so nervous, its not like I haven't done this a thousand times. So I knocked. He answered the door. He didn't look very happy to see me. "Can we talk?" I asked him.
"Sure," it looked like he was beginning to like me less and less. Maybe he only likes stuff he didn't have. We walked up to his bedroom, past the argument his parents were having; I guessed it was about like psycho people theories, or whatever.
We sat on his bed for a while, neither of us talking. I finally spoke up. "About today…and yesterday. Did you even want to kiss me?"
He sat straight up, "what? Yeah, of course."
"Ok. Well you haven't seemed too happy about seeing me."
"I was happy to see you, its just last night I thought you hated me. And now, I'm mad at my parents."
"What about when you just yesterday?"
"I wasn't supposed to be at your house. I was grounded."
"Why would you possibly be grounded?"
"I got a B. My parents expect me to be just like them. I have to have perfect grades."
"Your parents are therapists, right?"
"Psychiatrists."
"There's a difference?"
"I guess." He smiled, and so did I. He leaned in to kiss me, but right the there was a knock on her door.
"Brian?" it was his mom, she peeked her head through. "Do you want to invite your friend to dinner?" Brain looked at me. I could tell he didn't want me to be in their debates.
"Um, actually I have a lot of homework. But it was an, um, really, really sweet offer." I hated talking to people's parents, even if I've known them most of my life.
"Okay, I'll just leave you two alone then." She shut the door and walked down the stairs. It was too silent for my comfort in Brian's room.
"So, did you need help with your homework?" I didn't know if he wanted me to say yes or no. I assumed yes, because he offered to help. But Brian is so strange, that it's hard to tell.
"Um…yes, yes I did. Unless you're busy, then I could totally do it on my own. Because I know what a drag it is to have to help people with their homework on the weekend. So its really your choice." Stop talking. You sound like an idiot.
"No, yeah, I'm free I could help. So do you want to go to your house?"
"Well since my stuff is there, I guess my house."
"OK let's go."
"What would I make a gun? Y' know to make it more modern?"
"Um, a gun?"
I laughed, "Shut up, I'm being serious. This is a big grade."
Brian laughed, "I am serious. Try to think of anything more modern then a gun that doesn't blow up a whole building. Just use a newer gun."
"So like a pistol?"
"Right. Because you know pistols have only been around since the 20's." he gave me a cocky grin.
"Shut up. Really help me I need more ideas." Now I felt like someone dumbing herself down to try to flirt with a guy that she was smarter than. Only I wasn't dumbing down, I was trying to be smart.
He sat and thought for a second. "Okay, maybe we can think of a better way to say gun?" I couldn't help falling backwards laughing. "What?"
"Nothing, I just thought you knew everything." She burst out laughing again. "What scene did you do?"
"I did the ball scene. Like instead of a dress, I said skirt and tank top. And I said party instead of ball."
"You picked the easy one!"
"No I didn't. And besides, we're almost done."
"Fine. What about meth?"
"No we already used that on Romeo." I started to write more. "What are you writing?"
"Gun. I don't care anymore." I finished my writing. "There, done." I slammed the book down on the bed. Half in triumph, and half in frustration. Then it was silent.
We sat there in silence for what seemed like 5 minutes. "Angela…" Before I could answer he was kissing me. At first is was a soft kiss, mouth hardly open, then after a while our mouths opened and are tongues went exploring. Jordan and me had kissed…a lot. And he was a way better kisser than Brian. But I liked kissing Brian better. It felt like…I don't know that it was me he was kissing. Not 40 other girls, me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and leaned back, pulling him with me. He ran his fingers through my hair and kept shifting his weight from one side to the other. I stopped. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just nervous. As you might imagine this is my first big…moment." After he said that he leaned in for another kiss. This went on for a while. Then we both stopped at the same time and just lay there for a while. It was nice.
"Angela!" my mom screamed from downstairs. I shot up, fixed my hair and started running downs the stairs. Brian stayed up stairs, fixed his hair, and tucked his shirt in.
"Yeah mom?" I asked kind of out of breath.
"Dinner's almost ready, do you want to invite Brian?"
"I think it would be a good idea to have Brian over." Danielle came from out of nowhere.
I glared at her. "I'll go ask" I went running back up the stairs to my room. "My mom wants to invite you for dinner. You can come but I think it would be awkward."
"Really." He said agreeing. We walked down stairs together (not holding hands). "It's a nice offer Mrs. Chase, but I have my own homework to do."
Danielle magically appeared again, "Maybe we could have him over some other time."
"Yeah," He said, "Well I gotta go. Bye."
"Bye!" Danielle jumped up.
"So you were doing homework?" My mom nosed in.
"Right."
"Just homework?"
"Yes!" I stomped upstairs.
"Okay." She said it, but didn't think I would hear. I did.
K, hope you liked it. Just to tell you I realized I haven't been specific about what she was thinking and what she was narrating. I'll try harder next time. And also, I don't know if the Romeo + Juliet book went like that but the movie did so…please review!
