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Beck's POV
I rang the Jean's door bell. My foot tapped invariably on the patio.
Where could she be?
"Oh hello Beck" Angie's mom opened the door, smiling warmly. I looked up, and saw a tinge of perplexion on her weary and exhausted face. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to pick her up. We've been carpooling for months now." Did her mom forget that her car broke down?
"But Angie left an hour ago. She rushed out almost immediately after breakfast. I assumed you already picked her up" Her eyebrows knitted together, a deep crease imprinted on her forehead.
"Shit" I said under my breath. "Bye Miss Jean, I really got to go"
I sped down the roads, scanning to see if Angie was walking on the pavements. She could've been at school by now, but you never know. She could've texted me. Called me. Which only meant one thing.
She needs my help.
I slid fervently into a parking space and ran into our school. I entered the area where our lockers were allocated. Angie's locker was half painted, as if broken on one side and normal on the other. It was supposed to represent that any person may look normal on the outside, but would be seeping with pain on the inside. I could hear her blustering at Robbie, her face shrouded behind her open locker.
"Ok I guess I'll see you later BYE!" Robbie rushed absconding, Rex throwing insults at him.
"Hey..." I cautioned. She was a pissed off woman. The worst kind. She turned around, her eyes brimming with tears. "Let's go" I whispered, grabbing her hand nimbly, leading her to the Janitor's closet. We were greeted by the sight of Andre making out with Shontelle, another kissing crazy girl. The girl's loved those lips. They looked at us, aggravated at the fact that we ruined their make-out session. Angie blinked at me, and she headed, me in tow, towards the back of the school. The one's where only the nerds went to empty their bladders.
She wordlessly told me to wait outside. She entered the bathroom and bellowed a few words. Proceeding her orders, out bustled a group of lighting creeps.
Now in the boys' bathroom, Angie's tears inundated willingly.
"What happened?" I asked, hugging her soundly.
"My parent's..." She trailed of.
"What about them?" I caressed her inky raven hair.
"Their fighting. It got so bad last night. I heard them physically fighting a bit. Just a bit. But it scared me. It scared me so much Beck." She took a deep breath and continued. " After they finished fighting, they were discussing. They were talking real soft, so I had to press my ear to the door. And strain real hard. They were talking about how they couldn't live pretending to be happy anymore. And they couldn't deceive the 'kids'"
"By kids, they meant you. Because your brother's in college"
"Exactly. They said they couldn't live in a lie anymore. In the end they agreed to get a divorce." Her voice crippled on the last word, wavering and irresolute.
"I called my brother last night. That's why I didn't call about the improv actions project." I nodded to no one but myself. I cited glancing at my phone every minute as I did my homework. "It was late at night, so when he picked up, he was really worried. And we talked for a really long time. I asked if he could come home on the weekend. But he couldn't, because his exams were nearing. And I couldn't live with my parents now..." She hesitated for a long time, she was thinking for an exceedingly long time. "So I moved out. My stuff's in my locker"
"Wait" I had come over a situation. "What about your parents? And where are you staying"
Angie anxiously bit her lower lip. " Well I sort of told my parents that.." She looked sheepish "I was staying at your place..."
I gaped at her, trauma had taken over my body. I must have stayed wordless for a lengthening time because she hastily rushed. "It doesn't even have to be permanent. It could be temporary. Until I could find an apartment for me and my brother, halfway between Hollywood and Bakersfield. Or I could live with my aunt..." Angie gulped apprehensively "Ruthie" She shuddered at the name of her ominous aunt.
"Sure. But we need to ask my parents. My grandma's visiting, and the guest room is taken. So you might have to sleep in the RV with me" I thought over my words and re-did it "on the extra bed" I hustled. She nodded thankfully.
~Later~
The car ride to my house was inconvenient. Angie's bags, in the back of my Red Dodge Dakota. When we went into my home, I told her to sit in my living room. I shouldn't have made her sit there because my grandma was watching TV. She hated visitors, especially girls.
Especially Jade.
I went to the kitchen to talk to my mom. "Beck. What's going on?" She asked me. I couldn't meet her eyes, so I focused on the pot full of boiling spaghetti.
"Well, Angie's had a hard time. And I was wondering if she could stay some time at our house"
"Beck... Grandma's here, and she's taking the guest room. And you know my rule about girls..."
"Yes, I know. But I have an extra bed and an extra drawer, so she can keep her stuff there. And she's not my girlfriend, if you don't know"
"Well, she has a piercing..."
"Mom! It's a nose piercing! It's a tradition in India, which Angie happens to be a descent of!"
"Fine. She can stay as long as she likes. But keep her away from your Grandma. Remember what happened with Jade..." I looked at my mom sheepishly. "Oh my god! Beck!"
My mother ran towards our living room, I following her, befuddlement at the sight that embraced us.
"See, that's Dabney, and she's going out with Jacob. But, Jacob went out with Shenine and cheated on her with Heather. And Heather knew about Shenine. And what's weird is Heather and Dabney are best friends."
My grandma was filling Angie in on her Soap Operas!
"Dabney can do way better" Angie had won my grandma's affection over.
Probably even more than me!
"Oh hello Beck. And Janine sweety, that pot roast last night was bland. Tonight, can you make it with a bit more moisture?" My mother's face was perturbed, mine still in prostration from my grandma and someone getting along.
"We're having spaghetti tonight Macy"
My grandma, oblivious to my mother told me "Beck, I like this one. Keep her" she gave me a wink. My grandma gave me a wink.
My grandma.
Angie was turning a light scarlet. "We're just friends grandma"
Great, now she's calling her grandma.
"You need to pack your stuff Angie." My thumb beckoned out the door.
"I'll tell you the rest over dinner" My grandma called out.
I shuddered, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. At this rate my grandma might as well adopt her, which would be awkward considering you can't have a crush, let alone ask out, your sister.
"Your grandma is so nice..." Angie said as we entered my RV.
I scoffed "Yeah, to you" I took out Angie's toiletries kit from her bag, and went to keep it in my inadequate bathroom.
"What are you taking about? She's so adorable, such a sweetheart"
"You should've seen her with Jade..."
"But, Jade's awesome! Why wouldn't grandma like her?" She started charging her phone and laptop.
"It's Jade" I said unpretentiously.
"True. But doesn't she love you? Well your mother I can understand. Mother-in-law relationships."
"My grandma loves me of course. But she loves you more. My grandma's never been able to get along with anyone when they first meet. After wards, she warms up to them. But she instantly clicked with you" I snapped my fingers on the word click, unpacking more of Angie's stuff and putting it in the spare drawer.
Angie chuckled and pulled out two books and two DVDs. "What's that for?" I pointed at the objects she held.
"One of my favorites" She held out the books "Perks of Being a Wallflower. A book about a kid in his first year in high school, as a freshman. Makes you feel infinite" She shoved the second book in my hand "The Da Vinci Code. A symbologist and his journey to unlock a secret location, using clues left behind by a man who was part of the secret organization, who kept this secret hidden. Both an entertaining read" She gave me the two DVDs.
"500 Days of Summer. A look on a failed relationship. NOT on one where everyone lives happily ever after. Scent of a Woman. Language a problem, fifteen plus. But, it tells about a weekend with a teenager and a blind, former army officer."
"And you are giving me these because?..." I waved them in the air.
"Because, I thought I'd show you one of, if not, my favourite books and movies"
"And you are giving me these because?..." I was still confused, as to the fact to give them to me.
"I want you to read and watch them. I'm living here so I might as well let you into my life a bit"
She continued packing her stuff, as I opened The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
August 25, 1991
An old I actually didn't mind. The 90's were an amazing era.
Dear Friend,
I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn't try to sleep with that person at the party even though you could have. Please don't figure out who she is because then you might figure out who I am , and I really don't want you to do that. I will call people by different names or generic names because I don't want you to find me. I didn't enclose a return address for the same reason. I mean nothing bad by this. Honest.
So it was an epistolary novel. That's a novel written as a series of documents. The usual form is letters, although diary entries, newspaper clippings and other documents are sometimes used. Interesting.
A/N: So the books and movies mentioned in this are real ones. And are in fact, one of, if not, my favourite books and movies. I highly recommend them.
Although 'Da Vinci Code', is slightly advanced.
'Scent of a Women' is fifteen plus, but only for language.
'Perks of Being a Wallflower' is a challenged book. It deals with themes such as drugs, homosexuality etc.
'500 Days of Summer' is PG.
But since this is a T rated fanfic I guess most of you wouldn't mind reading and watching them.
The end of this chapter is in fact an excerpt from the book 'Perks of Being a Wallflower'. It's the first paragraph to be exact.
R&R. And watch and read them. They are truly amazing. I find it hard to choose a favourite cause I've read and watched soooo many. So you should imagine what I thought of them.