Up next... well, it's going to be 'Road Trip', though only a bit of it will be told... through flashback. The rest is going to be a different chapter of sorts. Anyway, enjoy!
Later that night, I was having dinner with my family as I looked over to them and talking with them.
"So, how was your day, sweetie?" My mother asked me.
"It was just fine, Mom." I said, deciding to leave out the bit where I had accidentally pocket dialed my soul mate. I know my mom and dad actually liked my friendship with Arnold, but I don't know what their reactions would be if they knew I actually liked him liked him. They would probably give me the talk, like 'Do you have any idea how old you are?' or 'Honey, you're too young for having such feelings!'. Those types of parenting talks. I felt like I knew most of these talks that were coming, but I couldn't understand why.
"So, Phoebe and Nadine are treating you well?" My dad asked.
"Yes, dad. My friends and I are working well." I nodded as I ate some more spaghetti.
"Well, that's good, honey." My dad smiled. "You know, ever since you started becoming friends with these two, you've really started to go against the snobbish routine. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but we're just glad you've been social."
"Oh, like I haven't?" I smiled a little.
"Well, you are pretty sociable, Rhonda, darling." My mom smiled. "But I think what your father is trying to say is is that you don't act like all the other spoiled rich kids do. God knows your father was a little snobbish at first. Heck, I was a little snobbish at one point as well... and like you, honey, I was a LOT into fashion and slumber parties."
"Yeah, you told me your personal history on your childhood... plenty of times." I rolled my eyes.
"You know, I always wanted to be a news anchorwoman when I grew up." My mom smiled.
"No kidding?" I asked, curious. "What changed your mind?"
"Well, I was already rich and I had a working job... and since you're rich, you can't be a news anchorwoman." Mom explained. "Still, it does give out for good TV."
"I think you'd make a really good anchorwoman, Mom." I complimented her.
My mom smiled at me. "Thank you, sweetie."
"Anyway, honey, don't forget, tomorrow, we're going to the Galavant party." My mother said as I groaned. "I know you think the Galavants are nosy and unprofessional, but you need to at least be nice to them, okay?"
I sighed. "Fine, I'll talk to the Galavants."
"Just remember to be good to the party guests." My father told me. "I need to make a good impression on them."
"Yes, daddy." I nodded. "I promise I'll be good."
"All right, hon." My dad said, patting me on the head. "Anyway, after the party, we'll go out together to a nice jazz recital."
"Promise?" I asked my parents.
Mom smiled. "We promise. Just be well-behaved as you can be, okay?"
I nodded as we resumed eating. "Love you, mom, love you, dad."
My mom and dad smiled as they put their silverware down and both hugged me. "We love you, sweetheart."
I smiled a bit as I gave them both a hug. It just felt nice being with my parents.
That night, as I decided to get off to bed, I put my glasses aside as I got comfortable as my dad came in. "Rhonda, don't forget, party tomorrow. Wear your best clothes."
"Okay, dad, I know." I said as I laid my head down.
"Just want to be sure, sweetheart." My dad said as he kissed my forehead. "Good night."
I smiled a bit as he turned off the light and shut the door as I decided to drift off to dreamland, ready to meet up with Deep Voice yet again...
Inside the hall of doorways, I stumbled across the same door I talked with before as I knocked on the door. "Hello? You in there?"
"Aw, you missed me." The mysterious voice gave a chuckle.
"You told me to come here!" I frowned as I started to shift my glasses a bit. Ever since Arnold found my glasses to be cute, I decided to wear them in my dreams now.
"I know, but you always come back for more information. You must miss me everytime." Deep Voice explained.
"No, but your presence is just weird!" I said. "So, any chance you're going to open that door and let me in?"
"I don't think you're ready for that yet, princess." Deep Voice said. "Besides, you probably have more questions I can easily answer."
"Yeah, questions like, 'how the heck did you know about the rope in the elevator shaft'?" I said. "Can you answer THAT?"
"Well, actually, I can. You see... I sort of am one of your... instincts, as you may say. In fact, I'm a watcher on some, if not most people's personal lives."
"A watcher?" I rolled my eyes. "I find that hard to believe..."
"Think back to when you lost that pink book. Didn't you think it was a WEIRD coincidence HAROLD just happened to show up and rip out the page you didn't want Arnold to see?"
I stared wide-eyed. "Wait... that was you?"
"...Sort of. You see, sometimes, I can go into other people's minds and tell them what they need to do, they don't question it, they just do it. Harold's pretty easy because he doesn't know I exist, he just does what I say and he'll do it!"
"...So, you basically just saved my secret from being exposed that time." I paused. "Um... thank you?"
"No problem. Also, sometimes I may manipulate others to do a little work for myself, but Harold's sometimes my main one."
"So... do you know what he's doing now?"
"Uh, sleeping? Duh?"
"I mean, do you see into the future in EVERY person? Like... what am I going to do tomorrow?"
"I don't know, I don't follow your life, princess! But I do know Harold steals a ham tomorrow at Mr. Green's butcher shop and he's punished for it."
"Really?" I asked, skeptically. "And how would you know that?"
"Wooooo, I can see into the futureeeee..." Deep Voice said sarcastically.
"I'm serious!" I frowned.
"Well, it's going to happen eventually. When you get back after your little parties tomorrow, day after, ask Arnoldo what is going on with Harold, he'll tell you."
"Fine..." I rolled my eyes. "Do you see into anybody else's future... like, what about Olga, do you have control of her life?"
"I unfortunately do not, but I wish I did. What I do know... she and Miriam will probably be back from their trip to South Dakota by tomorrow..." Deep Voice paused. "...I wonder if the mechanical bull thing still happened..."
"Mechanical bull thing?" I paused.
"Oh, th-that's another story, never mind for now. The point of the matter is, I sort of know what's to come, yet I can't give away ALL the answers." Deep Voice said.
"I see..." I paused. "So... Deep Voice, do you know... MY future?"
"...I guess you can say that... but I can't really tell you." Deep Voice sighed.
I paused. "I understand. Anyway, it's been nice talking with you again. Any chance you'll tell me who you are?"
"It'll come in due time. For now, though, just have your fun with your friends... especially Arnold. I'll tell you everything when it comes down to it." Deep Voice said. "Well, I suppose I better get you back to a random dream... which one do you want? The Bond one or the Arnold dream one?"
"The Arnold dream for sure!" I smiled.
"Very well. Hold on tight." I heard Deep Voice said before I disappeared...
...right into the arms of a nice, well-toned Arnold. I smiled as I snuggled into him. "Hey, Arnold... you look really nice."
"I think your hair is silky and cool." Arnold said, stroking my hair.
I sighed as I just cuddled next to him. I guess I was like this for a few minutes...
...when I heard my alarm ringing. I sighed as I turned it off. It was morning as I got up. I decided to get myself showered and dressed... I was going to a party today with my parents!
After getting showered and dressed up, I hopped in the car with my parents as my dad started the car as he turned to me. "Ready to go, sweetheart."
I nodded. "Yes, dad!"
"Wonderful..." My mother said as she looked in her pocket mirror. "Okay, let's get going..."
And so, off we went, to enjoy the party...
And there is the sixtieth episode! How do you like it? Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!