AN: Ughhh... I really can't seem to leave this fic alone. I started it a few years ago, probably around my freshman year in high school and I stopped simply because the first few chapters were kicking my ass. But now, having just graduated from high school... things have started to fall together and I know exactly how I want to write it. Kimi's chapter is obviously a victim to my writing style in freshman year, but... enjoy?
ps. -cough- i like reviews and suggestions (flames too, i suppose) -cough-
Kimi Finster.
August 28th 2009
"Kimi, Telephone!"
Ugh… Chaz. My stepdad's nasally voice travels so well, I swear. He's a pretty weird guy. But then again, as the Finsters, we're a pretty weird family.
I'm Kimi Finster, by marriage. When my mom married Chaz Finster, I got a brother along with the last name. His name is Charles. We used call him Chuckie until 8th grade when but he grew out of it along with his awkward shyness. One thing he didn't lose was his best friend Tommy Pickles, who is also my boyfriend. At first Chuckie thought it was a little weird that we were dating, but after a while he just stopped mentioning it and I figured he'd just gotten used to the idea. I've been noticing though, Charlie's been acting weird whenever when Tommy comes around – and mostly it's only been when Tommy's around me. Eventually after weeks of over-thinking the situation, I just chalked it up to Chuckie being jealous of us being so close.
But lately I'm just not sure about anything. I've been thinking-
"KIMI! TELEPHONE!" Chaz shouted again.
For a split second, I wondered who it was. It was probably someone from Tommy's house asking for me. He was having a huge "Back to School" party while his parents were out of town and everyone was going… and because I was the significant other of the popular aspiring film maker, it was kind of important for me to be there too.
So maybe it was Tommy on the phone. When I finally decided to get up to answer it, Chaz burst through the door yacking a mile a minute on the telephone. After a few minutes, he stopped and finally remembered what he'd barged into my room. "It's Suzie." He said, handing me the phone before strolling out. I was kind of shocked because he hadn't even seemed angry because I'd kept him waiting so long. I think it was because Suzie was one of my friends that he liked a lot, so he didn't mind.
I frowned as soon as I placed the phone to my ear, realizing that Chaz hadn't shut the door. With a lazy sigh, I got up and slammed it closed.
"Hello?"
"Hey girl," Suzie seemed kind of tired from her voice. I wondered for a second if she had been to Tommy's but I safely tucked the thought into the back of my mind. "Are you too good to talk to me anymore? You left me talking to the Chaz-man for a good twenty minutes!"
"Sorry..." I let out a guilty laugh. It relieved me that Suzie laughed along with me. "I thought you were Tommy." I admitted quietly.
To which Suzie snorted, "Oh. Damn, you actually thought he'd call you?" Her bitter tone made me frown. Hearing that from her sort of hurt. Suzie must have been able to tell because she waited a few seconds before she continued. "He's kinda busy with his party and all."
I finally decided to ask. "Were you there?"
And Suzie answered back with no hesitation. "I stopped over there for a couple minutes or so but it was boring, so I just left." Slightly relieved and humored, I laughed to myself and fell back into my covers.
"You've got to be kidding me. When are Tommy's parties ever boring?" I asked.
"When everyone's so drunk or high that they don't even seem human anymore. It's like they're speaking a whole different language." We exchanged more quiet laughter. "You know that's not my scene. I'll dance and have a good time, but drugs and alcohol – no thanks, pal."
That was true. Suzie was the most responsible teenager I'd ever met and everyone respected her for that. Sometimes, I could be really jealous of her because she could fit in without even trying to, but I admired her more than I envied her. That's why we were friends. Suzie was a role model, a best friend and a sister all wrapped into one, and she was the only thing keeping me from being like everyone else. "So, what are you doing since you're not over there?" She asked.
I sighed. "The usual."
"The usual as in?" Suzie drawled out slowly.
I quickly opened the bedroom door up and looked out for my dad, making sure he wasn't around to eavesdrop but he was nowhere to be found. "Thinking about this Tommy thing." Shutting the door, I heard Suzie sigh on the other end. "Aw, c'mon Suze, he's my boyfriend. What do you expect me to do?" I whined.
She sucked her teeth, making a clicking sound with her mouth. "I don't know, Kimi… Maybe start considering the situation a little better. You've known Tommy as long as I have. Do you actually he'd cheat on you, or what?"
"No," I said in an unfaltering tone… but to be quite honest, I hadn't really thought out my answer. What girl wanted to think that her boyfriend would be the one to cheat? None of them, and Suzie knew that better than anyone because of her boyfriend Sean, who had cheated on her more than one time.
Tommy never cheated on me at all. But still, some of his actions made me a little suspicious. He was always having these wild parties. The swarms of drunken girls made them a preying ground for cheaters, and Tommy was always taking these pictures there. Some he wouldn't show me. It wasn't very good a ground for me to suspect him of cheating on me but… it was something. "Well… I don't know…" I said to myself, more than Suzie.
"Maybe you should find out for yourself," Suzie finally said while I mused over my own thoughts. Her last sentence caught me by surprise. When I stayed quiet, Suzie said, "And I could come with you, if it makes you feel any better."
And it did make me feel better. A new energy suddenly roused my bones and I hopped up from my bed. "Call me back when you're ready," I said hurriedly, weeding through my closet for my best (and slightly revealing) clothes. I tossed the house phone into the mess of blankets and pulled a silk maroon halter top off of one of the hangers along with a pair of ripped black stockings.
