The Aislin Chronicles

Part XXII

A/n: Weeee, update! I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Katy and Julia. Why? Because without them I'd probably update once every four months and completely forget what was going on in my dear Aislin's life. Which would be a tragedy. So thanks! Thanks everyone for the reviews! And welcome leelow13, SARAHKATE8, and Elphaba!

6-2-03

3:44 PM

So, whoa! It just hit me today that this is the last week of school. And today was my last Monday ever. Of seventh grade. And as of 11:35 AM on Friday I shall no longer be dubbed "a sevy." Yes, I will enter the world of being number one, the top dog, the eighth grade. And we gonna rule the school!

But, uh, until then, we can sign yearbooks. I'm told we get them tomorrow. Jess told me to bring my money to school tomorrow since I wasn't here when we could pre-order them, and apparently they sell really fast since they only order a few extras. Mr. Johnson told us our team is going to get time in the afternoon just for writing in yearbooks, isn't that awesome? Awesome indeed. I hope it last through science… I don't want to go to that class. Unfortunately, we'll have finals in science for two days. Yuck. English will be two days too. But that will be easier. And math. Guh. Don't get me started. I still have half the review to do. Gosh darn it, do you think I remember order of operations? Hecks no.

At least Mr. Richards isn't giving us a final. That's because he's only been a teacher for a year and he doesn't know any better. I think we're watching an educational video instead. Goody, Ais will get a nap-nap.

3:51 PM

Oh dear, did I just say nap-nap?

3:52 PM
Time to procrastinate. Not doing math, not doing math.

4:32 PM

Ugh. Doing math.

Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, journal? Huh? HUH?

Hm. I have Ignition Remix stuck in my head. And I only know that one line about the kitchen. Oh well. No! Bad Aislin! Math!

6-4-03

5:01 PM

Oh my gosh. The science final is so. Easy. Easy like… Easy Streeeet! You know, like in Annie? Nevermind. Let's just say, I finally have a reason to remotely enjoy Dr. Kazsuk's class. I'm writing these paragraphs about basic crap and rewriting stuff about the report I wrote like a few weeks ago… Not to mention passing notes with Jess because Dr. K sits behind his computer the whole class. I'll be finished for sure tomorrow.

Oh, and the English final isn't half bad. Just another paper about things we did this year. But math. Oh God. That's why I didn't have time to write yesterday. I had math review problems coming out my ears. Dad had to help me a little. Okay. A lot. I have no idea how I did today on the first part… It was mostly stuff from earlier this year. I hope tomorrow's part has more geometry. I can do that. Ugh. Mrs. Frierson, how you torture me so!

And yesterday, we got our yearbooks, right? I'm not in it at all, I find that amusing. I'm not even listed under the people who didn't get their picture taken. We had fun running around the cafeteria with multi-colored pens scribbling corny notes to the people we're friends with but don't really know and writing long novels to our best buds. In fact, Jess didn't even finish mine. She had to take it home. And she forgot to bring it back. So I haven't gotten the chance to read anything in it yet.

…I wonder if Ian wrote in it.

I wrote in his.

Giggle.

It wasn't short but it wasn't like a novel or anything. I said something about how I'm glad I was in his math class because he's one of the coolest people I've met in America. Wow, that sounds corny. I also said I had a lot of fun with him, and loved hanging out with him, and some inside jokes and stuff, and then I said I'd be sad if we didn't hang out this summer, and I gave him my number. Hehe. Makes me happy.

We had some extra time during our little signing-break, well, Kathleen and I did, Jess was still writing in mine. We started mimicking each other's accents. Well, we were more or less doing impressions of each other. It started when I said something, and she repeated it back with my accent. It was really funny. Then we just started doing any accent we could do. She's pretty good, I was impressed. She had some trouble on the Scottish accent but I'm helping her with that.

Sounds like Mom and Dad are home. Later.

6-5-03

7:11 PM

Hey look, it's 7:11. Makes me want a slurpee. So at dinner tonight Dad told me the game plan for this weekend. After they get back from work on Saturday we're grabbing a quick bite to eat, then dropping me off at Grandpa Jack's house (aww, Grandpa Jack, I can't wait to call him that) and they're leaving for Santa Barbara for their happy little honeymoon. Sigh. Those kids. So in love.

I'm at Jack's until Friday when they get back. Oh, and of course Donovan's coming with me. And we know how much Jack just adores him. Not. So I shall be spending lots of time with my dear doggy.

Oh my God. I almost totally forgot. …Does Jack know about the baby yet? Uh-oh. I may run into some problems with that one. What if he like tries to torture it out of me? Or gives me truth serum? Or worse, gives me the Evil Bristow Glare and just plain asks me? Well, I can only hope that they've told him already, or I'm a goner. No, scratch that, Dad's going to be the goner. I won't even have school to occupy my mind instead of secrets. I better call Jess a lot. Or. Giggle. Ian. Wait. Better scratch that second one as well. Dad doesn't like boys, Jack won't either. Jack barely likes Dad. He will despise Ian. So then. No hanging out with Ian directly. Damn.

Okay, seriously, I need a slurpee. One of them is taking me to 7-11 right now.

7:30 PM

When I walked into the living room, Sydney was nearly zonked out on the couch, so I figured Dad would be the only taker. He bent over and rubber her back and asked, "Honey, do you want to come get slurpees with us?" I believe she grunted in response. We decided to bring one back for her, just in case. And if she doesn't want it. Well. I'll gladly take it off her hands.

I asked Dad in the car if Jack knew about Syd-n-Vaughn junior. He said no. So I was like, "You're telling him right before you leave. Right? …Dad? …Help?"

"Um… No?"

"Dad!"

"Ais!" Grr. I hate when he mocks my whining-voice.

"I can't keep a secret from Jack Bristow. He scares the crap out of me."

"Ha. Try working with him every day."

"I'm going to be living with him every day!"

Ha. He didn't have a comeback to that one. He later just said that if I didn't think about it I wouldn't worry about telling him. So all I have to do is not think about Syd-n-Vaughn junior. At all. Boy, if I make it out of there alive after a week, Mom and Dad owe me some serious debt.

7:38 PM

Aw. Turns out SydneyMom wants that slurpee. Oh well.

So how about I talk about today, since, like, I haven't. Today was the last. Full. Day. Of the year. YAY! It was also the last day of our tests, which makes everything ten times better. Tomorrow– the last day –is a half day, and we're doing nothing. I am so pumped. OH! Oh oh oh! Jess brought back my yearbook today, and wow, that girl can write. So took up one whole page in the back, and at the bottom wrote "go to pg. 7" and wrote around all the pictures on that page, then page 9, then page 13, then half of page 4. It was awesome. And then I happen to flip through the other, lesser notes. But only slightly lesser. Because, Kathleen's was pretty good too. I must say. Funny. And, well, not to leave anyone out, Fini's was so random I fell out of my chair laughing so hard. Yes, I'm slightly uncoordinated as well. And then of course there was Ian's. Yes. He wrote in my yearbook. It was this sweet little note in his messy left-handed scrawl- "Yo Ais, I think you're really cool. Gimme a call this summer so we can go to more movies."

(Please note that underneath this, Jess drew an arrow and wrote "so we can make out some more." And please note that Adam also drew an arrow and wrote "he thinks your accent is hott." Yes, he used two T's.)

6-6-03

4:04 PM

SCHOOL IS OUT! I AM OFFICIALLY AN EIGHTH GRADER! A big, bad eighth grader. WAHOO! Summer is here! Ahhhhhh. Today was like, the best day ever. First of all, we did nothing but talk in Mr. Richards class, but honestly, when do we really not talk in his class? Then math, where we played games and won pop from Mrs. Frierson. Finally, a reason to like her. We asked her if she had graded our finals yet, and she said she had but wouldn't tell us the grades. Whatever. Ian and I both won pops, we were pop buddies, as he described. But I ended up giving mine to Kathleen anyway. Still, bonding with Ian! Then in English, I got a 96 on my paper! I definitely got an A for sure in that class. I'm going to miss Mr. Johnson a lot. I'll have to come visit him next year, he'll probably be the only teacher I miss. And science, oh man. We all ended up getting extra credit on our finals because Dr. Kazsuk is retarded and lowered the number of paragraphs we needed for full credit. Almost everyone had one more than enough, so yeah, I got a 117 on that final. Sweet, no? And then…

THE BELL RANG!

WE

WERE

FREE!

In the halls we started hugging a bunch of people, and Ian came up to me, and (feel free to do a happy dance, journal) I kissed him on the cheek! Haha! He acted like it was so natural, like me kissing him is completely ahh I don't know, it was awesome.

Kathleen's dad picked up me, and Jess, and Krissy, and Kathleen and kindly took us out to lunch. Then we went to the beach and played in the water and buried Jess in the sand and had all sorts of Big Bad Eighth Grader fun. Plus, Jess's family is going to Canada for awhile in July, she invited me to go with her! Her parents would have to work out the details with mine, but I'm sure they'd love the time alone to, cough, get their groove on. Hehe. I'm super sunburned, and I don't care at all. Today was… God, just the best!

Right now I'm finally uploading those pictures from Mom and Dad's wedding on to the computer. I realize how slow I am at these things. Aw, everyone looks so nice. Wow, I didn't realize I took this many pictures. But I forgot, Jess and Kathleen took it from me and had some fun.

Haha! Drunken Weiss picture! That's from Jess for sure.

Aww, there's some of me dancing with Dad. Awww.

Oh my God. Kathleen is wonderful. Splendid. Incredibly fantabulous. She got a shot of who? Jack. Attempting what? The chicken dance. I can definitely use this to my advantage, definitely…

11:47 PM

Dad took us out to dinner tonight to celebrate my eighth-grader-ness, and also I think because Sydney was feeling rather chipper. It was yummy. I told them about going to Canada with the Silkos, and they said it would probably be cool. I'd act more excited right now, but I'm pretty tired. Hm. My sunburn is starting to hurt. Night.

6-7-03

11:07 AM

It's official, I am the master of throwing Cheerios in the air and catching them in my mouth.

All packed for Jack's.

And in case you can't tell, I'm home alone and bored.

8:21 PM

Ah, I've settled into Sydney's old room in Jack's house. Mom and Dad took off awhile ago. I gave them each a hug and a kiss, and told them, "Have fun. Be safe." There was a really awkward silence, and then they looked at each other and then we all started to laugh. Except Jack. But. Yeah. After they were gone. I turned around to Jack and, quite boldly, said, "Heeeey, Grandpa."

He stared at me. "Jack is fine."

That made me smirk. I think I saw him barely smile when I turned around and brought my stuff upstairs. He knows he thought it was endearing.

Aw. Donovan's sleeping in my bed. He's cute as long as he doesn't drool. He seems to just be snoring right now, so I think I'm all right. I'm going to go see what Jack's up to then maybe watch some TV.

8:25 PM

Yeah, Jack was chilling in his office, so I'm not going to bug him. I think that I'm more confident around Jack, so I might invite Jess over. I mean, with his permission of course. We could play Monopoly. I found the box under Sydney's bed. I also found Clue, but, um, not sure I could play with Jack around. He could just walk into the room and I'd stand up, put my arms where he could see them and say, "It was me, in the parlor, with the hockey stick!" Monopoly sounds good.

Okay, Donny's drooling. Off he goes.

6-8-03

10:05 AM

Good Jack. He bought cereal. None of it was opened yet, so I think he got some just for me. My grandpa's so thoughtful. Hahaha. Okay, Jack's right, and referring to him as grandpa is weird. Just Jack from now on. Like in Will and Grace. Except he's not gay. Where am I going with this? Nowhere. Which is why I'm playing Pyramids on Yahoo. Sydney said I could bring her laptop and use it here. Not like she'll be using it… Wink wink.

I think I'll take Donovan for a walk later. Around lunchtime. And just chill today. I'll call Jess and see if she wants to hang tomorrow.

11:59 AM

Oh God, the most embarrassing thing ever just happened! Ahhh! Okay, so I'm wearing this tank top so I can put aloe on my shoulders and back and stuff, plus I have gobs of it all over my face. Frankly, I look like a lobster. With green gooey goop oozing from my flesh (I know, I sound oh so appealing right now). And not to mention, I threw my hair up in this crazy bun on the top of my head. And I mean top.

So I was in the kitchen getting a snack because I was hungry, and I just so happened to be singing Ignition Remix because it was stuck in my head again. So I'm scanning the fridge while singing and… Here:

Me: (Fridge door open, eyes scanning, singing) It's the remix to Ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen… (grabs string cheese. Jack has string cheese. I choose not to comment at this time.) Mama rollin that body– (closes fridge door)

Jack: (Standing in doorway. Staring at me.)

Me: (Nose suddenly itches. Move to scratch and ewww it's goopy, AHH! IT BURNS! NO TOUCHY!) Hi. Just grabbing a snack. (Runs upstairs.)

Needless to say, I think we're both glad I wasn't at the "Sippin on coke and rum, I'm like so what I'm drunk" part. And that my bum wasn't burned. Yep, I think this week at Jack's house will certainly be interesting…

A/n: Tada! Both Aislin and I are partial to reviews, so please leave them! Haha. Okay.