Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters besides Laura, Kayla and Steven.
Summery: Just as Laura's trying to get through her last year in high school and forgetting about her ex boyfriend Steven, she goes job hunting for anything. Desperate for a job, she's hired as the second Night Guard at the Museum of Natural History. Working along side of Larry as history comes to life each night, she finds herself falling for Larry...and someone else. But only one of them ends up feelings the same way for her. Will she end up breaking from her heartbreak and let herself be happy once again while trying to help Larry keep peace and order in the museum?
A/N: Alright. So from here on in, I will be focusing on this story. When I'm in school, I'm working on the next chapter(s) and when I'm at home, I'm typing/editing them and submitting them on here. Don't be afraid to tell me what you think should happen next, guys. This goes for all of the future and past chapters.
Chapter Three ~ Possibilities
By the time I was introduced to all the exhibits, we still had about three hours until sunrise when, as Larry and Ahkmenrah put it, all the exhibits would go back to their normal nature as wax models in the museum. We were back in the lobby and Larry was throwing 'Rexi' a bone, that looked to be part of the ribs, around to entertain the...thing. I was sitting on top of the front information desk and Dexter, the Capuchin monkey, was sitting next to me, eying Larry.
"So...before all of this, I was curious about why the museum needed a night guard, since technology these days has burglar alarms and such," I said to Larry as he came over to sit next to me, a bit out of breath.
Larry chuckled a bit and sat on the opposite side of me that Dexter was from away from. "Well the museum director, Dr. McPhee, didn't want to waist all that money on cameras and expensive alarms. Apparently, night guards are cheaper," he explained to me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Understandable," I replied as I watched Teddy ride over to us. And for a moment, I wondered what it would be like to ride a horse. I never got to ride one.
When I was really young, my grandpa was the owner of this big ranch. Then Cancer struck him and he died before I was old enough to even ride a pony. That was the year when trouble struck my parents and the year after, my dad disappeared from the family. And then my mom died in the car crash and left me with my Aunt (who I now call 'Mom') and my older sister Kayla.
I looked down at my cell phone and the time read 4:36am. I sighed and got up. "Well, I need to get home and get some rest," I said tiredly as I put my messenger's bag on my shoulder as Ahkmenrah and Sacajawea walked over to us with a carefully warm expression placed on their faces.
"Will you be coming back tonight?" Sacajawea asked out of curiosity.
I forced a small, soft smile on my lips. "Of course. Besides, I have to," was what I replied as I waved goodbye to everyone and smiled to Larry. "Clock out for me, will ya?" I asked him in a polite but joking way.
He smiled back and nodded his head. "Sure thing, Laura," he told me as I turned back around, unlocked the revolving doors, and left the museum.
Larry's POV
I watched Laura unlock the revolving doors with her keys as she soon walked out and left. I smirked. She was going to be a great night guard, I can feel it.
"She's going to be a handful, Larry Daley," I hear Ahkmenrah murmur. I looked over at him to see the same smirk on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes still on the set of revolving doors that Laura had left through.
I chuckled shortly and looked back at the doors. "She is going to be for sure, but I have a feeling she's going to be something special to this museum," I said as I then looked down at my watch. "Alright. Time's up. See you tonight," I said as I patted Ahkmenrah's shoulder once and walked away as everyone began to get back to their original exhbits.
I headed into the locker room, clocked Laura and I out, and grabbed my jacket as I made my way home, grabbing some Chinese on the way home. Moogoo Gai Pan and Burban Chicken were always my favorite to get. It was either that or McDonalds and being that I was trying to loose a few pounds and trying to eat more healthier, I chose Chinese over Fast Food.
When I got home, I changed into my pj pants, deciding that I'd take a shower when I woke up. Before I knew it, I fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow. I've never been this tired before.
Laura's POV
When I got home, mom was in the kitchen making coffee. She had just woke up and I could tell. Either that or she never went to bed. She was on the verge of getting ready for work probably. She worked full-time as a nurse practitioner at the local hospital.
"Hey," she said in a scratchy, tired voice as I came through the door and walked over to her to give her a kiss on her cheek. "How's your new job?" she then asked me as she soon poured herself a cup of coffee.
"It's...interesting," I said, looking back on the fact that the exhibits moved and my throat was sore from screaming like I never had in my life. Finally, I felt the sleepiness spread through me.
She scoffed. "First days are always...interesting," she replied.
I sighed and nodded my head. She has no idea how interesting my night was. "I'm going to bed," I said as I headed into my room, changed into my gray soffee shorts, and my old and worn out green tee shirt. I snuggled under my three layers of comfort and before I knew it, my eyes closed and I was fast asleep. It had been a long day. A long day indeed.
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When I woke up around two in the afternoon, I spent most of the day straightening around my room and stropped by the school to go over the plans for the school's prom being that I was head of the Prom Committee thanks to Mrs. Hanson, the art teacher, who absolutely loved me for me effort and talent in her class.
I sat on the floor with Jamie, a freshman with really good talent for her age, and Jake stood in front of us who was in charge in helping out with lifting heavy things because he's oh-so-strong.
"Do you think that we could do, like, an aquatic theme?" Jamie asked me as her and I looked at a big list in front of us of possible Prom themes. I considered it and as a reply, I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at the ceiling as if I was still thinking. That was, actually, a rather unique idea for our state alone.
"That actually sounds like a good idea," I said as I circle the them on the poster board we made out of sheer boredom. "Aquatic-theme it is then," I said as I stood up with the board. And then I froze. Steven walked into the gym with a box labeled PROM.
"Miss Spess wanted me to give you guys this," he said as he handed the box to Jake, catching my gaze once and immediately looking away as if he was avoiding my gaze.
Miss Spess was the school's assistant Principal. She liked to carry out school traditions, but she was nicer and more lenient than the principal, Mr. Daluwic, could ever be. I nodded my head and let out a tired sigh. "Kay. What's in it?" I asked as I walked over to Jake and peered into the opened, topless box.
Inside the box were two big plastic signs that said 11' PROM except the year looked like it had been re-done. It was probably a left over sign that whoever bought thought it could be reused and edited. But I must say, the signs looked pretty fancy. I sighed and ordered Jake to put it with the rest of the stuff that we had picked out ahead of time. It was time for me to leave for work. So the theme had been set. We had three weeks to get everything together and in order.
After I left the school, I stopped by McDonalds. I grabbed a McDouble large combo with Coka-Cola and parked in an empty parking lot of an old, run-down grocery store. I sat there eating, unable to stop thinking about my interaction with Steven earlier. I sighed as I chewed on my fries, closing my eyes at the remembrance of how much I used to love looking into his sweet blue eyes. But that was then, this is now.
I opened my eyes, shoved the rest of the fries down my throat and began making my way over to the museum. But when I got there, I found myself late for work. This was not my day and I was fairly upset with that fact.
I burst through the revolving doors and froze, staring at the front desk, pulling my eyebrows together in a confused way. "Larry..." I began as I saw Larry and Dexter...slapping each other. "...why are you slapping Dexter?" I asked, still confused and rather curious as to why.
Larry turned and looked at me as I watched Dexter hesitate, soon giving Larry one more slap on his now reddened cheek. Larry's face turned into a rather comical and angry face, slapping Dexter back once more. Dexter really knew how to take a good slapping that could be considered Animal Cruelty in the real world.
"He started it!" Larry exclaimed, pointing to Dexter as he looked at me. Dexter looked at me and gave me an innocent look. But knowing how Dexter hated Larry just from last night, I knew it very well that Larry did not start this...slap-fest.
"Stop fighting guys, okay?" I asked as I checked all the exhibits. Everything seemed peaceful tonight. So I found a good spot, sat down, opened my sketch book, and began to sketch.