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Chapter Three: Driven To Boston
A/N: So Maddie and London are going back to Boston. That should be interesting... This is also London's POV. I'm in a particularly foul mood today for some reason. Just thought I'd point that out. Also notice that I've changed the name of the story. I don't know if you've already figured it out, but for those of you who haven't, it's named after the new song by Incubus. I'm not sure how many of you have heard it, but it fits this story alot, and the lyrics will be in the last chapter. I'm sorry!! I know I didn't update yesterday, but that was because I didn't have any chapters ready then.
Ghostwriter626 - Thanks!
deku - No, no pressure at all! I've got a pretty good idea of how this will end! Thanks for your review!
sonic is the fastest thing - Yeah, that should be interesting! Thanks for your review!
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Date Written: 3/2/2007
Disclaimer: I don't own any Suite Life characters. Or Boston...
Chapter Summary: London and Maddie brace themselves for Boston. How will everyone react when they see them?
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London's POV:
Packing sucks.
Well, only for long trips, anyway. This trip was either going to be so pleasant that it would fly by, or so horribly awkward that it would go by slowly and dreadfully. Why, you are probably wondering, am I so nervous? Well, I'm not so sure that all my old friends will like what I've become. Some people would describe it as a shell of my former self. Perhaps it's not just bullshit. Maybe they're right.
"Ready?" I heard a voice say from the doorway of the dormroom I shared with Maddie. We'd become sisters. Not just like sisters. We had actually become them. We're inseperable.
The voice turned out to be Maddie's. I nodded to her, slamming my last suitcase shut. We were going to Boston by airplane. We decided that was the quickest and most convenient way to travel. We had our flight reservations and everything else we needed.
"Well, let's go," I told Maddie hesitantly. She could tell I was nervous. I'm pretty sure she knew that the only reason I was going was because of her. Sure, going to Boston was my idea, but I only suggested it because I knew Maddie wanted to see everyone. To be honest, I was dreading it. I hadn't exactly left Boston on...good terms with everyone.
Flashback
"Daddy," I said in an inaudible whisper. The only sound I heard was the steady beep of the heart monitor that was connected to him. I saw the wavy green line get thinner and thinner, until finally it collapsed into a straight ongoing line. I felt like I had lost the abilty to breathe. I was the only one in the room.
"Somebody help!" I screamed out the door of his hospital room. He'd been in the Intensive Care Unit all week for a severe stroke. I backed against the wall as the room begain to fill up with nurses and doctors.
I remained motionless as they practically pushed me out of the room. I heard everyone shouting, while trying to recucitate him. I just placed my forehead against the glass, my eyes becoming overwhelmingly heavy and blurry with tears. Without me having to blink, they fell ferociously. Suddenly, they closed the blinds so that I couldn't see what was happening. All I could do was stand there, the Martin's, Moseby and Maddie hurrying to the scene.
20 Minutes Later
I was seated in the waiting room, when I found out. My father, Wilfred Tipton, had passed away at 11:09 that night. It took a few minutes before it hit me. And when it did, it was like a cinderblock fell on every part of me. I couldn't even cry, as I had no strength to do it. It was when everyone tried to hug me and tell me it was going to be okay that I lost it. I pushed everyone away in more than one sense of the word.
"Just leave me alone," I told them selfishly. They were just trying to comfort me, and I was going off on them.
"London-" Carey began, probably attemting to offer words of solace.
"No! I don't want to hear it. I'm getting out of here," I screamed. I had just remembered my acceptance letter to NYU.
"What do you mean? You can't just leave," Moseby said, a hand on my shoulder. I shook it off violently. I just wanted to get as far away from Boston as possible. I wanted to run away, and I didn't care who knew it.
"Yes, I can! I can go anywhere I damn well please! I'm 19 years old, I don't have to listen to any of you!" I retorted angrily. I wasn't neccesarily mad at any of them, I just wanted someone to blame for all my pain.
"London, that isn't the answer," Carey replied calmly, as if we were having a perfectly civilized conversation.
"Yes, it is! I'm going to New York! I'm gonna leave Boston as soon as possible!" I finished, and without another word, I left the hospital and Boston, never looking back at everyone I'd hurt.
End Flashback
So you can probably understand my indifference toward this trip. Such a selfish way to feel, though. I'd hurt everyone I loved, and I was worried about myself.
I knocked all of the negative thoughts out of my head and followed Maddie out front of the school. Mary-Margaret and Corrie were there to see us off. Maddie and I gave each of them a hug and settled comfortably into my silver Dodge Ram. Maddie and I had our normal disagreement over the radio and set off on our seemingly unpredictable journey.
A/N: Well, there's a little something for you. I added a bit of backstory in this one, hope you enjoyed. I had to add a Dodge reference for my Mom & Dad. LOL, but anywayz, ciao!
