A/N: I AM SO SO TOTALlY SORRY! A month and a half...god I am horrid. In truth, I had terrible writers block and couldnt think of how Peter && Charlotte would respond to the girls and a bunch of other stuff. Really, flame contest! if you dont know what that means, it means that you write me the meanest review you can possibly think of (But I like mean && funny ones) and whoevers is meanest/funniest I dedicate next chappie to . I do them on my AIM a lot too haha. So enjoy this!
Alice's POV
I was about halfway to Joey's house when I heard a faint calling behind me. I think it was someone saying my name…
Then my obnoxious sister came into my view. Dressed, very very badly for a young woman her age. I hoped she wasn't becoming one of those rebellious girls I have heard about.
Cynthia finally caught up to me. Why was she here? I thought.
"Why are you following me?" I asked her skeptically.
"Because. While you were getting ready, that freak Jewelea came over and told me that the invitation was extended to me." She said in a bratty tone.
"Okay. Well, than let's be on our way. Tardiness is quite rude." I replied, wondering why Jewelea would do that.
"'Kay." Cynthia said while smacking her bubble gum.
We walked in silence after that.
Once we finally reached the Whitlock's residence, I decided to talk to Cynthia.
"Cynthia. No being… rude and un-lady-like tonight, okay?" I clarified.
"Of course Miss motherly. Gosh can we just go talk to this hunk?" She said, obviously annoyed with me.
"Okay. Lets." I said, still wary that Cynthia would act disgracefully tonight.
We rang the doorbell and a man, about twenty years-old, answered. His eyes were the exact same color that Joey's were… like literally the EXACT same.
"Ah. Hello there. I am Peter, Jewelea and Joey's adoptive father. You must be Alice and Cynthia." That explains why he is so young, but not the eye color…
"That's us!" Cynthia stated joyfully.
"Right. Please come in. Charlotte is cooking dinner, and the kids are in their rooms." He said, taken back by Cindy's excitement.
I walked towards one of the rooms, and knocked on the door. A girl yelled "come in" without bothering to ask who it was.
Cynthia's expression showed her boredom in going to Jewelea's room, but I didn't care. I wanted to meet her.
So I opened the door, and regretted it immediately. Joey was sitting in a chair by the desk, and it seemed as though we interrupted an argument.
"Um. Hi." I said, feeling awkward.
"Hello, Alice. Cynthia." Joey said, filling the silence.
"Hey. I'm Jewelea. Joey hasn't been able to shut up about you, Cynthia." Jewelea stated, emphasizing that Joey hasn't been talking about me..
I don't know why, but something in my gut suddenly hurt…painfully. I guess I must have eaten something bad.
"Ya that's me." Cindy smiled like she was proud to be herself… "Hi." She said, directed at Joey.
"Hello." Joey replied, then he gave a sideways glance to Jewelea, like a plead of some kind.
"Well. This is my room." Jewelea waved her arms around it.
It was painted all black. There was a wall completely covered in bookshelves, which were also completely covered in books. There was a desk with photos and papers on it, and two chairs near it. No bed, I made a note…
"How about you go show Cynthia yours, Joey?" Again, with only mentioning Cynthia. Was she up to something?
"Sure. Alice, Cynthia, follow me." Joey said. Then, Jewelea shot him eye daggers.
We walked in silence to Joey's room. When he opened the door, I was shocked. He had so many records! The walls were a deep crimson, and like Jewelea, he didn't posses a bed. Joey had so many different types of music, jazz was the majority. He also had tons of journals… a hundred years of journals. He must love to write.
"This place is…amazing." I told him truthfully, and as I turned around I noticed he was staring into my eyes.
"Thanks. I spend most of my time here." He opened up.
"Ya the music is like totally rad! And you have a lot of books." Cynthia told him in a bimbo tone. What was rad?
"I'm sorry, rad?" Joey asked Cindy.
"Haha. It's like… groovy." Cynthia said, again in a bimbo tone.
"Groovy?" Joey asked again.
"It's like cool." Cynthia said, beginning to get annoyed.
"Cool? Like cold?" Joey was seriously confused now.
"Omg. Umm. Nifty." Cynthia told him, finally making sense.
"Ah. My apologies for my lack of vocabulary." Joey said, even though he had no reason to apologize.
"No problem. Now you know!" Cynthia said. For the hundredth time today, I wondered how we were related…
"Kids. Dinner's ready." A woman called, who I assumed to be their adoptive mother.
"Let's go eat." Joey said. And he extended his elbow in order to escort me there. But as I walked towards him, Cindy grabbed it.
"Yes. Let's." She spoke flirtatiously.
Although that annoyed me to an extent, I simply walked on.
"This looks so lovely, Mrs. Whitlock. Thank you so much for having my sister and me over to enjoy it." I expressed my gratitude.
"No problem dear. And please call me Charlotte." She told me. I simply smiled and nodded.
Joey pulled out a chair for me to sit in. He really was a gentleman. I was smiling so wide on the inside. Joey was so amazing and unbelievable; I couldn't believe he even talked to me.
"I am terribly sorry, but our meatloaf was spoiled so I just made some simple salad and vegetables." Charlotte apologized.
"It looks amazing." I assured her truthfully.
We ate in a comfortable silence. I had some salad, which was absolutely to die for delicious, and carrots with a little broccoli. I noticed that all of the Whitlocks only ate the green vegetables….
"So. Is there anything we need to know about this lovely town?" Peter asked.
"Well. There's not much to do around here, so most people just have random parties. And everybody knows everybody. It is basically a textbook small town." I explained.
"Oh yay. I have been pressuring Peter into moving to a small town since we got married. But, he simply would not budge! Until now, of course." Charlotte told us. I wonder how long they had been married… they were no older then twenty so not very long.
"How sweet!" I said honestly, that was one of the sweetest things I had ever heard. My dad only moved here to impress the newspapers….
"And what about your family?" Inquired Peter.
"Our dad is Cameron. Cameron Brandon!" Cynthia basically gloated.
"The renowned doctor?" Charlotte asked astonished.
"Yup!" Cynthia said, popping the 'p'.
We had your usual dinner conversations; weather, family, stocks, school, etc. Then once everyone was through eating, Joey and Jewelea invited back in the basement to talk until our parents needed us to return. In actuality, our parents hadn't told us a curfew, but we would leave before ten more likely.
Joey put on a record, that of course I hadn't heard, and we sat in a nice silence for a few minutes. But, of course, Cynthia had to ruin it.
"You know what we should do?" She asked us. When no one responded, she continued.
"We should totally invite more people over and have like a mini-party!" I had to admit, it wasn't a completely terrible idea.
"Sounds good. Use the telephone over there." Jewelea got a big smirk on her face and pointed to an ivory phone in the corner.
Cynthia must have dialed twenty people's numbers. It didn't even take her but half an hour. Each conversation was the same…
"Hey. We're having a party at the Whitlock's." She said happily. "Ya the new people." When people asked who they were. "Great." When they agreed to come.
The basement was very crowded and loud. With the record playing plus all the side bar conversations, I could barely hear myself think. I decided to go out on the patio for some air.
The Whitlock's backyard was truly incredible. It was so beautiful I think I could stare at it for hours. I hadn't realized it, but Joey was soon standing next to me.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He whispered into my ear.
"It really is. I love all the different flowers you have planted…" I told him. There were roses and daisies and who knows what else.
"I wasn't talking about the garden…" Joey confessed. It took me a moment, but finally it clicked.
"Oh." I said embarrassed.
He leaned in, to where we were inches apart. Then, of course, Cynthia and Jewelea came out screaming.
"WE ARE PLAYING SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN! EVERYONE INSIDE!"
I had no idea what that game was, but as soon as they said it, butterflies formed in my stomach.
A/N: Yes that just happened XD lol. I am that evil. I reallllly would bet like a thousand dollars that Seven Minutes in Heaven wasnt a game back then but screw it I need it for my evil plan! LOL :) REVIEW !!!! ~peace&&love,cassadi