A/N: Okay ya'll! Here is chapter three :) now if you actually read this story, please actually review it because I wanna know what your thoughts are. Is Joey too forward? Is Cynthia to modern? Ect ect. So please, dont just read. Read & Review :) lol enjoyyyyy
Disclaimer: HA! Guess what I own! I own Joseph, Margie, and Jewelea (you'll learn about her in this chap)! NOTHING ELSE! SO STOP SENDING THE FREAKING LAWYERS TO MY HOUSE!!! I beg u. my neighbors are starting to stare....lol
Joey and I walked home together from school. It was silent at first, but it was a comfortable silence. It was hard to believe that I had only known him for one day; it felt like we'd been friends our whole lives.
"We are alone now…" Joey said. Oh gosh, I thought I told him to drop this.
"Joey. I told you I do not sing in front of people. Besides…I don't even remember what song I was singing this morning." I stated nonchalantly.
"You do to." He called my bluff.
"You don't know that…" I said, man I was awful at deceiving people.
"Alice. I can see it in your eyes that you are lying."
"Okay, fine. But even though I remember it doesn't mean I will sing it again." I was not going to change my mind about this subject. That song was way too embarrassing to sing to him.
"Fine, for now." He smiled, "are you still coming over to my house for supper tonight?"
"If it is okay with my parents, yes. Are you sure your mother won't be bothered by it?" I was still a little worried about tonight…
"Of course not. My mom loves company. And we can play the question game." He had an odd obsession with "the question game"…
"Why do you love the question game so much?" I inquired.
"It is the perfect way to get to know someone that you hardly know." He stated, matter-of-factly. "In fact, we could start now."
"Okay. You ask me a question first." I suggested.
"Hmm. What to ask Pennsylvania's Princess…" he said jokingly. I hated when people called that. I am not a princess, and Pennsylvania does not own me. "I got it. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be."
"That's easy, Italy." I said simply.
"Why?" He questioned.
"I've always loved it there. The ruins, the history. It is so…drawing. Besides last time we were in Europe, my sister and I visited France. That would be my second choice though." I answered. "So. How is your sister different?" I had been wondering that all day.
"That isn't something I should say. It is quite embarrassing really." He said shyly.
"I can keep a secret." I pushed.
"Well. It is really hard to explain. For one thing, she dresses awfully. Nothing like what respectable young ladies should wear. Then, one day, she went for a walk. And when she returned, her lovely, long strawberry blonde hair had somehow been turned black... Then the weirdest of all. She thinks she can see the future." He said. Wow.
"Like a fortune teller or something?" I asked
"I guess. The scary thing is, is that she is right. Always. One day last year, she told me not to go school one day. I decided not to go because I wasn't feeling well anyway. That day, our high school burned down and seven students died." He whispered.
"That is… eerie." I said. It truly was. I could not wait to meet her now.
"Her name is Jewelea, by the way. Spelled J-E-W-E-L-E-A. She legally changed it last year from Virginia. Saying it came to her in one of her visions. I remember earlier telling you it was Virginia, because it slipped my mind that she had changed it."
"What do your parents think of all this?" I inquired, although I had already asked more than one question.
"They don't know. So you must give me your word that you shall not mention it at dinner tonight. They would send her to a psych ward." He pleaded.
"I promise. I think it is your turn now."
"Let's see here…oh. Why did you begin to blush in Biology when the teacher mentioned your father?" Humph, that was a question I did not want to answer.
"Pass?" I said hopefully, although it sounded like a question.
He chuckled. "There are no passes in this game."
"Fine. Because. Well, he isn't really a father to me. More like the man who fathered me. He never actually is at our home, always working at the hospital." I confessed.
"But in all the papers it makes you seem like the all-American family." He said, buying into the lies.
"Yes, my father wants people to believe that. So more people will come to his "family hospital" when in reality, it is basically the complete opposite." I again confessed.
"Oh." Was all he said.
"Your turn." He said after a long pause.
"Well. Uhh. What's your favorite color?" I asked, like a dork. After all the deep questions we'd been asking, THAT was all I could come up with.
"Green." Like his eyes, I thought. "But now I am thinking more of an ice blue." He said.
"Why the change?" I asked
"Ice blue is the color of your eyes." Eep! He is so amazing. I knew I was blushing, but I didn't care.
"I suppose we will continue the game later." He said. I hadn't realized it but we were standing outside my house.
"Yes. We shall."
"I'll see you at around six o'clock for supper?" He asked.
"Yes, you shall." I said, again. Then I walked up into my home. Not without looking back, though, only to see Joey looking straight into my eyes.
I walked in to find Cynthia waiting by the door.
"Who were you talking to?" She wondered.
"Joseph Whitlock." I said, not that it was any of her business.
"Oh my gosh. Is that hunk related to that new weirdo Jewelea Whitlock?" She asked, again something that wasn't her business.
"I don't know what a hunk is, but yes, Jewelea is his younger sister." I said, confused.
"Psh. A hunk is a cute boy. Duh." How was I related to this bimbo? "And why was he talking to you?" she acted as though no one of the opposite sex ever spoke to me.
"Cynthia. Boys and I do talk you know. It isn't breaking news that a cute boy speaks to me and invites me to his home for supper." Ooops! I wasn't gonna tell her that.
"You are going over to his house for dinner? As if. Like that hot of a guy would ask you out. He was probably asking for you to ask me." How was I related to her? I asked myself again.
"Cynthia, one, he is a senior. Two, he doesn't even know you exist. And three, he asked me. Not you. Get over it." I said, with attitude.
She scoffed. "I thought little Miss Mary hated fights." She said.
"I do, but you know what? I am tired of you taking advantage of that. So here. You want to dress," I waved my hand to her ensemble, "like that, than go ahead. You want to sound like a bimbo and hang with Flo and Dorothy Price, go ahead. Because I am done acting like your mom. Do whatever you want." I had no idea what gotten into me, but boy was I grateful. I had been waiting to say that to Cynthia for years.
Her mouth was hanging wide open.
"You might wanna close that." I said, pointing to her mouth, "you may catch some flies."
And with that, I went to ask my mom if I could go to Joey's tonight for supper. I went down the familiar hallway, but for the first time in months instead of taking a left to enter my own bedroom, I turned right and entered my mother's study.
"Mom? You in here?" I called, knowing she was.
There she was, sitting at her mahogany desk, typing away at her typewriter.
"Yes dear." She said without even looking up.
"Well. A new boy at school, Joseph Whitlock, invited me over for supper at his house. May I have your permission to attend?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes, of course. Now, uh, close the door on your way out." She answered again, without looking up from her work.
I was so giddy inside. I had two hours before Joseph said to arrive, so I went to my room to paint.
I don't know why, but I somehow had painted a Confederate Flag. Weird I thought. We weren't even in the Civil War chapter in history yet. Before I knew it, the time was 5:30 P.M! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I only had fifteen minutes to get dressed for Joey's, if I wanted to arrive on time.
I quickly looked in my mirror to make sure I hadn't gotten any paint on myself, lucky for me, I hadn't. Then in a hurry I brushed my teeth and my hair. I applied a touch of lip stick and was ready to go.
I walked to the Whitlock's house, unable to stop smiling.
A/N: Hahahaa, cliffy :) hope ya liked it, and now go type if you like it or not! it doesnt even have to be a whole word, you can put 'g' for good, or 'b' for bad! okay, enuff of my insane-review-craving ramblings, GO REVIEW :) oh p.s. I put pics on my profile of what I imagine Jewelea & Cynthia so go check em out :)