Chapter 5.
JIM'S POV
"I've ruined the only chance I had." Now, not so honourable, I complained to the ceiling. I had stormed back from the Belden's place to only witness Honey and Brian upon the couch. They mustn't have noticed me as they sucked each other's face off because neither reacted. Just continuing on to my room, the overwhelming urge to punch Brian's perfect face, well, overwhelmed me. I was surprised the wooden door was still on its hinges as I slammed my bedroom door shut. "What went wrong?" I kept wondering about what went wrong in Trixie's mind that was so perfect in mine. Other than the fact that she was incredibly stubborn in a extremely cute way, and that that my sister and her best friend had accused us of having sex, everything had been wonderful, but sort of short-lived. I sighed at the thought of what Mr Belden might think once he figures out Honey's ramblings, and wondered what evidence Brian will give to conclude his girlfriend's suspicions.
"Should have punched him." My anger spoke and I felt my muscles lifting me off my sea of sheets. I groaned and rolled over, facing the window which gave me a clear vision to Trixie's house. "Her life will never be the same and it's all my freaking stupid fault!" The pillow that once was on under my head flew with extreme force into my drawers, as a head popped around the corner, peeping into my room.
"Hello, this just sang a rather inappropriate song Mr Frayne. Almost as inappropriate as your sudden uncalled for mood changes lately." Mrs Trask passed the silver phone to the anger filled teenage boy, aka me, and left in her usual haste.
"Sorry!" I called out, hoping my voice carried far enough in the housekeeper's direction for her to hear. Realising that the phone in my hand wasn't actually mine, I was just about to began searching inside, waiting for that magical key to unlock the secrets behind the mystery phone when a noise arose from the angered silence. My black Nokia beeped from underneath the pile of somewhat clean clothes and Dan's number flashed out. Carefully balancing the mystery phone on the edge of the drawers, and opened the daring message from my fellow Bob-White.
What has that beautiful blonde bombshell, aka BBB, gotten you guys into now?
I laughed as I read between the lines and began to tease knowing perfectly that it was Beatrix B. Belden, Trixie, that Dan was referring to. Though she could be a little bombshell sometimes. For example, today.
What do you mean? Bobby has been a little angel
I leant back, fully lying on my bed sideways with my feet hanging off the side. I caught the reflection of my emerald eyes in the darkness of the other phone's screen as they just began to close. My body twitched with the remembrance of the first romantic scene between me and my long-time crush, well crush is too innocent of word for our early behaviour, but that's all Trixie would ever be. My crush.
JAMES FREAKING FRAYNE… what the hell is wrong?
"Damn, just perfect!" Of all the things I hoped my best friend wouldn't be able to notice from far away, he had noticed that one thing which I really didn't want to talk about.
"God almighty! Look at that body, slicker than a sticker on a new Ferrari!" Gotta Get Me Some by Nickelback, aka my actual inappropriate ring tone, played from the phone in my right hand. Taking a breath, I answered, not that I really wanted to hear Dan's wrath just yet.
"Hello, Dan."
"Where are you?" Dan's voice didn't hide the anger and worry as well as he would have liked, but there was no turning back now.
"At home." My lifeless voice spoke and Dan sighed through the phone.
"The usual in an hour?" I reckon I grumbled an unrecognisable sound before hanging up. Continuing to wonder about the mystery of the other phone, I placed the phone in my computer bag and grabbed the bronzed keys of my white Holden. Why hadn't I left earlier?
As Wimpy's came into view, I realised of the large waiting time before meeting my distant friend. Basically the only things us two boys had in common was our past experiences, our hunting expertise and Trixie Belden, and somehow we became the best of friends because of it. Reversing the oldish car into an available parking space, I turned the engine off and slowly walked into the homely smell of the diner. I sighed and gazed aimlessly out the window of the Bob-White's favourite past time, as I sat in our typical booth. This is where Mart would engorge himself in this mountainous amount of food and try and say the biggest of words with the biggest amount of food in his mouth. Brian always found the quietest corner and studied one of the latest medical books, and until recently, a weird looking magazine slipped its way in-between the pages. Di had the attention for most of the onlooking boys and always flirted with the nearest person to attempt to attract Mart's attention, though no one knows why she would even bother with that thing. Honey would longingly gaze towards Brian, hoping to be caught in the act, while remaining totally innocent. And then there was Trixie, sweet, gorgeous, bouncy, Trixie. How I would love to have the opportunity to call her Trixie Frayne and to wake up to her pretty little face everyone morning, instead of waking up and her face disappearing as my dreams left my vision.
"Oi, you know, if people actually shut up for long enough in this town, they might have heard you snoring."
"I don't snore that loud, not as loud as you anyway!" Not realising that I had fallen asleep, I ran a few fingers through the red frizz I called hair and checked the time.
"Yeah, guess what buddy? You were snoring pretty loud and it's a talent that nobody can snore quite like me." The time confirmed what Dan was saying and I sheepishly looked around at the other occupants. Dan's faced beamed in pride as he fell onto the nearest chair opposite me.
"Remember what Trixie said when you and her were dating, she said…" I just wanted to change the topic. But she was all I could think about.
"Hey, it's alright. Just tell me what actually happened between you blind love birds!" At Dan's request, I spilled every detail my frantic mind would allow me to remember. Every detail, every touch, every place my hand found on the 'damn right' sexy body, every time she looked at me with those vibrant blue eyes, longing for my touch. Dan knew everything in what I felt like had been a matter of seconds, from the moment Trixie stormed out of the clubhouse, to the moment Trixie pushed me out of her family's house. Dan knew the pain that could be inflicted all too well by Miss Belden, and I don't know why I was bothering him with my problems. After all I could tell his feelings for Trixie were still strong. I also know he would push those hidden feelings aside for his ex-girlfriend and try and comfort his best friend.
"Hold on, alright. I'm just gonna go make an important phone call to a certain someone. And then we'll figure out what to do with the beautiful blonde bombshell!" I sighed as Dan's gaze never left my direction as the mystery phone in my computer bag buzzed. A text message. Like normal, my curiousity always got the better of me. A name leapt in front of my eyes as I read the message screen. I quickly searched for Dan, who easily read the alarm plastered perfectly on my tempered ridden face.
"What has Trixie gotten herself into?!" I leapt out of the booth, knocking my already bruised hip against the table before running out of Wimpy's. Dan was hot on my heels. So close that I almost felt his breath on my neck as we ran towards my car.