This is a long chap! Enjoy, yadda yadda. Don't own any sky high characters you recognize. R&R.
Chapter 9 The note
It was like I never wanted to let go of him. His strong arms felt warm and protective, but finally, after something that felt like hours, I let go of him.
"Sorry…" I simply said.
"D… Don't be." He stuttered.
"And thanks, it seems I have upset a few people by sending Emma to the hospital."
"Any time." He helped me up and let me lean on his shoulder. "We better get you to the Nurse."
"What about you?"
"It's just a little blood. I won't die."
"You might you know. My grandmother Meredith poked her self in the finger and died the next day." He laughed.
"Then I want that written on my tone stone. Cause of death: nose bleed. Reason: tried to help a girl in need."
"I'll remember it till to morrow when I find you dead in your room…"
(Two hours and one Nurse visit later…)
"You guys! I feel really guilty! You see where karma brought me when I didn't call and apologize to her last night! I really can't live like this." I told Jordan and Jamie at my house later that day. They were sitting in the couch in my living room, listening carefully at what I was saying. (Yes, Jamie too. I think…)
"Stop look at me like that!" said Jamie. (Yes she was definitely paying attention…)
"Well, even though I am against this whole apologize thing, I suggest that you call her again!" said Jordan and took off her purple jacket.
"No, I can't talk to her in person."
"Why don't you go visit her at the hospital?" asked Jamie. (Ok I'm confused again…)
"I said I can't face her in person!"
Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet. "Oh!"
Jordan slapped her forehead, while I just shook my head as I usually did.
"If you can't call her or visit her at the hospital, what can you do?"
"Send her a note stupid." Jamie shot out. We looked stunned at her for a moment.
"I'd never thought I'd say this but, you're a genius Jamie!" I said shocked over my own words.
"Why didn't I think of that?" asked Jordan hysterically.
"I have a hidden intelligence somewhere in here, I just know it." Jamie said and pointed one finger at her head. "And I saw it in movie once."
"Ok so we have a plan?"
"Looks like it." I sat down in a chair and rested my head on my fist. "But where to send it?"
"The hospital of course!" said Jordan in a matter of facts voice.
"No I don't think that would be a good idea, she have probably gotten over a thousand cards and read less than half of them! If she can read of course..."
"What's your point?"
"My point is that she wouldn't even notice my note if I sent it to the hospital. We have to send it to her house."
"Nope, still not a good idea. She has probably told her mother about you and wouldn't even bother to take the note out of the mail box if she saw your name on It." said Jordan thoughtfully.
"So we put your name on it and write that it is really from me inside the note, no big deal."
"Actually, I have a better idea…"
(10 minutes of arguing and 15 minutes of walking later…)
"Are you sure this is a god idea?" I asked when we were standing in front of Emma's house. It was a huge white house with an enormous veranda and lawn.
"Positive…" she responded, her eyes glowing in passion. She bent down to get something out of her back pack. It was starting to get dark and we had decided (well Jordan had decided) to wear only black clothes and black head bonds so that it was harder to see us.
"Do we even know which window that belongs to Emma?" asked Jamie skeptical.
"We'll just climb through the window that smells most like Warren, that shouldn't be a problem since Taylor hugged him and got a good sniff of his perfume. Didn't you Taylor?" she said teasingly. I scowled at her.
"The guy saved my freaking life or at least weeks of pain! And what's Warren got to do with anything?"
"She's a totally Warren fan isn't she? I nodded.
"Now Jamie, go and make your self useful and get something to stand on."
She marched off behind the house and disappeared.
"I really can't believe we are doing this, we are practically breaking in to her home!" I said and fought the temptation to drop out. "Aren't you always telling me not to break rules?"
"First of all, we are not breaking in to her home. We are sneaking in to her home and we're just gona deliver something, not steal anything. And two, I'm only telling you not to break rules at school; this is the real life and a great opportunity to get an adventure!"
Jamie came back with a garden chair that Jordan placed near the house wall. It was a small house that was standing close to the big house so it was easy to climb up there and than further up.
"I'm on Emma Mendes roof, how low can a person get?" I said when every one had climbed up on the small house.
"Emma's room is up there." Said Jordan and pointed at the window furthest away from them.
"How on earth do you know? Can you smell it?" I said and smiled.
"No, but I have seen her in there several times when I have passed here."
"Fine. But how do we get up there? Fly?" asked Jamie skeptically and gazed at the window with golden curtains.
"No," said Jordan and grabbed the gutter next to her. "but we can climb there… Just grab a hold here and climb until you get to the window. Piece of cake."
"Please don't say piece…" I said with a sad look on my face.
"Does it remind you of Peace?"
"Aha."
"Try not to think about him ok? We have a job to do." She said and grabbed a hold of the gutter followed by me and Jamie. It was all wet and cold so I was glad I wore gloves.
"Looks like we're lucky, the window is open." Jordan whispered as we passed our first window.
"Luck means that something good has happened or that you are happy about something, and if you think this is lucky, than I would say you have lost your marbles!" I whispered furiously and let out a yelp when I saw down.
"Shhhh!"
"Do you think her mom and dad is home?" asked Jamie with closed eyes.
"I didn't see any cars."
"Me nether."
Thank God! If they had seen us dangling from the gutter they would probably called the police! And take a photo of us because we must look ridicules!
We reached Emma's room and climbed carefully in though the open window one by one. He room was large and pink with a big bed near the window. She had photos of herself everywhere, either holding a large trophy or in her tight bikini.
"Looks like someone have a tiny egoism problem to deal with." said Jordan that looked disgusted at the millions of pictures on the wall.
"Let us just put the note somewhere and get out of here."
"Wait just a second…" said Jordan and went over to her desk.
"What are you doing?!" I asked and tried to drag her away from there.
"I'm trying to find her mad science test… Ah here it is." She said and studied it carefully before letting out a happy noise. "I KNEW IT!"
"Would you keep it down?! Unlike you I don't want to go to jail!"
"She cheated on that test! It's all here!" Jordan said before reading it out loud in something that was supposed to sound like Mr. Medulla's voice. "Dear Miss Mendes, I am sorry to tell you that we have a witness to prove that you cheated on this test. Your final grade in mad science in the end of the year would be an F. Have a nice day. Mr. Medulla."
"We broke in to Emma's house just so you could check if your theory was true?!" I asked furiously.
"I'm only gona say this one more time, we didn't break in we were just delivering something. Remember?" I scowled at her.
"Fine, I'm sorry. No let's put the note somewhere and get out." Jamie and I agreed and put the note by her night table and climbed through the window once more.
"From this day on, I can look Emma in the eyes without feeling guilty and you Jordan can feel smart again." I made an effort to say, but it was kinda hard to speak normally when you're hanging from a gutter…
"Oh I would always feel smart." Jordan said, smiling happily.
"Now that we have found out that Emma cheated, we can all go on with our lives right?"
"Are you kidding!?" asked Jordan "This is even more terrible! We are the only ones that know that Emma cheated, which means that every one at school must think she is smart when she really isn't! I swear that I won't rest before the whole school knows that she is dumb as bread."
"You are just…" I started but stopped when I heard a cracking sound above us.
"What was that?" stuttered Jamie.
"Looks like we're a bit too heavy for the gutter…"
The sound appeared again and this time I got a nail in my head. I looked up, the thing I had feared was happening. The gutter was falling apart. It was slowly starting to loosen from the house.
"What are we gona do?!" Jamie asked hysterically.
"Ok, this is nothing to worry about. We are just…"
"DANGLING OVER A CERTAIN DEATH!" I yelled out, completing Jordan's sentence.
"Now, now. We mustn't panic." The gutter made a large scraping noise and loosened from the house completely. In all the screaming I could hear a voice calling my name behind us.
"Taylor?"
"Warren!?"
"What are you doing up there?"
"Oh you know, just hanging around…"
"I can see that. But why in Emma's gutter?"
"Well, I thought about the gutter at my house but it is all wet and slimy…"
"Just tell him Taylor…" said Jordan quickly.
"Ok. We were actually trying to…"
"Break in?" completed Warren and crossed his arms.
"For the last time we were not…" started Jordan resigned but I cut her off.
"Shut up Jordan!" I gave her a serious look before I started again.
"I felt guilty for slapping her and sending her to the hospital so I wanted to apologize to her."
"So why didn't you just call?"
"I'll get to that! And I was to big a coward to say it to her face so I could call her or visit her. Than Jamie said that I could send her a note. I was gona send it to her in the mail but that SOMEONE said that it was smarter to go to her house and put it straight in her room, but SOMEONE only wanted to check her mad science grade!" I completed breathing heavily.
"Wow, that's really modest of you Taylor." He said still just standing there.
"Gee thanks. But do you think you could help us down?"
"Sorry." He said and ran over to us. "Ok Taylor you first."
"First to do what?"
"To let go."
"Are you mental? I'm gona break my leg or something and it's already hurting enough!"
"I'll catch you, don't worry."
"I'm heavy you know."
"Heavier than what? A mice?"
"Try an elephant!" The gutter made another cracking sound. I surrendered. "Fine, I'll do it."