Disclaimer: I don't own Starbucks… sadly :'( or the soon to be appearing Josh (well almost soon).
Bonding
"OMG what's wrong?!" I screamed when I saw Nessa's body curled up at the foot of my bed.
"Here" is all she said.
I looked down and it was a note from mom OH MY GOD… she said that the airport called and that my flight was changed to tonight at 7:00.I looked up into her red, blotchy tear streaked face; she must've read the note.
"What time is it?" I say timidly.
"11:30" she croaked trying not to completely break down, she loses that battle like me trying to get out of a grounding to go to a Fall Out Boy concert.
"Come here" I say grabbing her into a big sisterly hug "we still have about eh… 7 hours before I have to leave. I'm finished packing so we have the whole time, well minus my shower." I say while thinking I probably smell so bad right now. But I can't believe she's so upset about me leaving I guess Bitch Face aka Mom was right about something. "This is your task while I go un-stink myself you are to think of fun things we can do."
"Ohkay and that smell is you, I thought something died under your bed." She said back to her old self again."
"Well" I said thinking of a comeback "you're a boobface!"
"Will you stop inventing new words?" she rants "they're getting worse and worse by the day."
"You are right on that one, and on that note you start thinking while I go shower." I say gathering my clothes, "bra, undies, shirt, pants…" I mutter to myself.
Before I left the room I looked back at her I never really noticed how much we looked like each other, we both have bright sky blue eyes with dark brown almost brown hair the same nose and we were about the same height, we could almost pass as twins.
"On the bright side" I chirp "you get to have the bathroom all to yourself three days early."
"Yeah 'cause you and your big butt are always in the way of everything!" she says.
"Umm… excuse me my butt isn't that big, if anything yours is bigger!" I shout back.
"NO! Mine is so smaller, and you're just jealous!" she said with that 'screw you' voice.
"Well my boobs are way bigger than yours!" I shout "And you cannot beat me at that one!" I yell slamming the bathroom door.
"So what did you come up with?"
"I think we should go get a mani/ pedi at the mall then go shopping." She says.
"And so you can get me a going away present!" I yell.
"Hell no! I'm not wasting my money on you!"
"Did that just come out of your mouth?!" I ask all motherly.
"I, umm… er?" she says struggling for an excuse "you're not going to tell Mom are you?" she asked quietly.
"No, because when I was 13 I started cursing like a sailor." I half say half laugh. "Well not when Mom and Dad could hear." I added slyly.
"Is he coming to the airport?" she asked voice full of rage.
"God I hope not." I sigh. "I still think he thinks I'm leaving on Friday; at least I hope he still thinks that."
Dads are normally good for fixing things, killing unwanted bugs especially spiders and stuff like that. My Dad's definition if I had to make one would be: John Anderson – Drunken asshole. Pulled over at least 60+ times and arrested for "grand theft auto" once. Mom finally left him 3 ½ years ago.
"Who's paying for the mani/ pedi's?" I asked while we were sipping our Starbucks.
"I pay for you, you pay for me." She said.
"Good with me, so what are you gonna get?" I ask wondering what an athlete like her would get with the really good chance you'll break one.
"Umm… I have no idea, why what are you gonna get?" She says something must be bothering her.
"I'm going with the simple, but elegant French tips." I say wondering what's up with her.
"What do you think I should get?" she asked me.
"You are getting a French Manicure but the tips are going to be green and the lining white 'cause those are the colors of your school." I chirp because I know that's what she wanted.
"Okey dokey then!" she said happily, but it was the worst false happy act I have ever scene.
"Hun what's the matter you're never this sad when it comes to getting you nails done?" I asked because her mood isn't right, she's really down.
"Nothing." She says sadly.
"I know you better than that" I said "something is bothering you." Ugh. I hate it when she doesn't tell me things. "Is it because I'm leaving in a couple of hours?" I thought that might be it.
"It's not just that!" She wails. "I can't believe you forgot!"
"I didn't forget. I know I'm missing Homecoming, but I promised I'd be there which I will," Shit how am I gonna pull this off?
"Fine. I-hiccup-guess we better-hiccup-go." She kind of hiccupped.
"Ok. But first you need to stop hiccupping." I laughed.
"It's not my fault" she said "my diaphragm's just having a spaz attack!"
"WTF?" I yell, since we are now outside.
"I hiccup is a spasm of you diaphragm." She says putting on a fake nerd look.
"Since when are you good at bio?" I said.
"Since 7th grade with Bab's!" She exclaimed.
"Ok if you say so?" I say. Who the hell is Bab's?
I can't believe I'm on my way to Vermont, I mean I was prepared for some tears at the airport but nothing like this:
"Flight 458 to Bristol, Vermont now boarding." Said the flight attendant over the loud speaker. I looked into my Mom's eyes and they're full of tears.
"I love you Mom" I say trying to hold back the tears, I'm slowly loosing that battle. Then I feel it the hot tears falling down my face, I can't stop.
"I love you honey, now remember the rules we went over." She says ever so motherly.
"I know, I know." I manage to croak out.
"Nessa?" I ask, she's holding on to my older brother sobbing. She turned around and we threw our arms around each other.
"I'll miss you." She said sincerely."
"Me too." Was all I could say.
After a brief goodbye to Jay my awesome big bro, I'm on my way to the flight attendant. I looked back and started running back to give Nessa one more hug. We had to be pulled apart so I wouldn't miss my flight.
I boarded the plane and here I am.
"Miss? Miss?"
"Huh … what?" I stammer.
"Are you all right?!" I notice that the flight attendant's face was filled with concern.
"I'm fine." I said then I realized I was crying, "Umm did I disturb anyone?!" I said because I didn't know how bad I had been crying.
"No the gentlemen across the aisle saw that you were shaking and told me to see if you were ok." She said while giving me a tissue.
"Thanks." I said blowing my nose.
As she walks away I look at the guy that saw me crying. He was HOT! He had shaggy blond hair with eyes that were cerulean, my favorite color. He notices me looking at him and comes and sits down next to me and I noticed he was jacked, and had a killer six pack.
"Uh, hi." I say. Uh, hi? How corny was that.
"Hey, I'm Dan, what's your name?" He asked.
"Belle."
"Belle that's a nice name, is it short for Isabelle?"
"Umm, yeah. Is Dan short for anything?" I ask sweetly.
"Yup Daniel." He is so hot! "So if you don't mind me asking, why were you crying?" He said with concern.
"I'm going to a Private School in Vermont and I can't come home that often and I had an extremely tearful goodbye." I can't believe in telling this to a complete stranger!
"Private School? Is it United Academy by any chance?" He said like he had a secret.
"How'd you know?" I ask somewhat speechless.
"I go there and I'm on my way back now." He said. Hmm… there could some possibilities with this.
"Cool. So what grade are you in?" Please let it be 10th, please!
"10th, what about you?"
"10th." I say hoping he will take pity on me and show me around.
"Cool, so where are you from?"
"Red Wood, Colorado, aka the 'Middle of Nowhere Ville'!" I say somewhat seriously somewhat sarcastic. "What about you?"
"Upper Pembrook, Colorado." He says with a smirk. He starts laughing when I realize that Upper Pembrook is about and hour and a half away from where I am.
"Do you by any chance know of an Ethan Michaels?"
"Yeah, he's my little bro. Why?" He asks with a curious look on his face.
"Have you ever met a Vanessa Anderson?" I ask.
"Yeah nice girl, why?" He asks getting even more curious.
"Well you have met my little sis, and I was supposed to meet you on Thursday." I say laughing.
"Wait a minute." He looking me up and down, "Holy, I can't believe how much you guys look alike."
"We get that a lot." I say.
"So do you want to like oh, I don't know show me around the campus seeing as though I'm a lost newbie?" I say with my puppy dog face.
"Sure, I guess I can do that." He says with a fake stuck up voice.
"Stop talking like that, it doesn't work for you at all." I laugh.
"Well then what does work for me?" he say's.
"Umm… I think that you would look pretty good like a skater but not a stuck up snobbish person, and the preppy casual thing works except you really need to stop chewing your gum like a cow, it's driving me crazy!"
"Well, if it bothers you so much then maybe I could think about stopping, eh… I thought about but nope I like grossing people out by chewing like a cow!" He says with that stuck up voice.
"Fine then!" I say all mock pissed off, trying to stop laughing. "I shall be right back." I chirped.
"I shall be-tih here-ith waiting-ith for-ith you-ith!" He says laughing.
"Bye-bye-ith." I say.
(The next part is going to be in Dan's point of view.)
Holy hell she is so damn hot, but now I have to kill my little bro for going out with her little sis. I mean I've never scene eyes as blue as theirs. But back to killing Ethan, how awkward would it be if Ethan, Vanessa, Belle and me went on a double date, not gonna happen.
I wonder if they would break-up on their own. I doubt it though because they're crazy about each other.
"I'm back-ith." She says.
"Wait what are you doing?!" I said, "Is that gum?"
"Yup"
"What are you gonna do with it?!" I ask not wanting to here the answer.
"Revenge is sweet!" She laughs.
"No one likes the sound of someone chewing like a cow!" SHIT! She's right!
"Truce!" I yell.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Nope I'm not gonna stop you earned it, fair and square." She squealed.
"If you don't stop I'm not gonna show you around campus!!" I say with mock seriousness.
"Fine boobface!" She screamed.
"Boobface, hmm… that's a new one." I said. Where the hell did she come up with that?
"Hey, do you know how Vanessa met my little bro?" I ask hoping she knows the answer.
"She plays soccer, basket ball and track and she met him at one of her meets, they went out on a date and have been together since." She says with what I would say is sisterly affection.
"So, are you 'involved' or are you single?" I ask hoping she's single.
"Single and partial to it. I'd prefer to have a bf but it's not a must have." She replied glumly. "What about you?"
"Umm… single too." She gasped in response. "What?!"
"I just didn't think someone like you would, you know be single." She said a little embarrassed.
"Hmm… I think I'll take that as a compliment." I say, hmm I think she likes me! Screw the little sib's she's hot I want a kiss.
Leaning in …
A/N well that's chapter 2 for ya! Yep a cliffie!
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And if any of you guys know what Josh's old school please tell me so I can get the name right! And sorry about the slow update.