A/N: School is not over yet and I am still busy as hell but my birthday just came and went and well I decided I'd give you all a little present. I hope you like it. This was a filler and its alright.
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Chapter 6 "Its The Thought That Counts"
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"Wow mom!" Gabby snickered as her body shook on the chair next to me. The now bright afternoon sun was lighting up her blonde hair like a torch. Her sun kissed skin had a shimmer to them that I can only remember.
I playfully narrowed my eyes. "Whats so funny?" I inquired.
"You." She took a gasp of her. "You were such a bitch!"
I scowled and whacked her arm. I do not approve of that sort of language used by my baby girl. There was a solid smack as my open hand collided with her bare shoulder. Just a little sting.
"Ow!" She spat in between laughter. She held her arm as her body shook with the force of her laugh.
Lets just say I was a strict parent while they were growing up. Its always the naughty ones that turn out to be the firmest. Ask anyone. We know all the bad things kids can get up to.
I guess my daughter is having a hard time wrapping her head around my less than pleasant attitude as a teenager. Sometimes even I can't believe I acted like that, and thought it was acceptable.
"Sorry mom. I'm just trying to picture it." Gabby said. The last of her laughter coming out in those ending chuckles. She wiped a tear from her eye and calmed down enough to sit still.
I shared a smile with her. I wasn't mad. How could I be? If the roles were reversed I would've been in hysterics. Tears and soar stomachs. She smiled at me in a way that resembled Ashley. The single sided raised lip and glow in her eyes. The only thing missing was the nose crinkle.
I sat back for a moment and relished the momentary quiet. Its been over 30 years and her face is clear as still water in my mind. Her everything forever engraved in my mind till the day I die.
Gabby moved herself to the floor and kneeled in front of the album. She studied those first pictures up front once more before turning the page. Slender fingers traced a picture of me standing outside of the Kids Center with soggy bags filled with cheese burgers and milk shake on my head. I looked furious as my Coach bag hung in a sticky mess at my side.
"Mom what happened to you here?" She asked laughing at my battered appearance.
I adjusted the picture keeping it away from the suns glare and grinned. "That was my first attempt at getting on Ashley's good side." I told her not taking my eyes of the photo.
"I see it didn't go so well." She observed.
A smile broke out on my face as I remembered the day. "Thats putting it mildly. Honestly I was a bit of a nervous fumbling mess. I'd never admit it at the time though." I don't know why I acted that way but I did. Now at least I can laugh at it.
"Tell me what happened?" Gabby smiled up at me from her position on the floor.
"Hmmm. How about later?" I asked. "I'm being cooked alive on the porch."
It was already mid afternoon, and the sun was shining directly at my spot on the lanai. I could feel the burn in my cheeks as my hand shielded my face.
"Lets get some lunch." I said standing with my dirty dishes. I patted Gabs on the head before leaving her alone on the porch.
I was half way to the kitchen when I heard... "But-But-" Gabby scurried to follow me back into the house.
"You can't leave it at that! I need to know what happens!" She whined in protest.
She followed me throughout the house like on of the cats when I have food in my hands.
"Mooommmmm!" She whined as I slowly took my time in washing the dishes. The cups and stuff went into the washer while I did my French Press by hand. I washed each and every spot on that thing till it was sparkling. Then I did the lid.
The young blonde waited right next to me with her head practically hanging over my shoulder. The adorable pout on her face reminded me of a much younger Gabby. I planted a motherly kiss on her cheek -to which she groaned- and walked away done with the dishes.
"So. Do you want to call in or go out to eat. I'm famished, what about-"
"Call In!" She shouted before I could get the last word out.
Gabby ushered me over to the fridge where I kept all the take out menus.
"How about some Burgers?" I suggested. My daughter grunted in response.
Mmmm.
Pizza...Sushi...Taco's...Chinese...Japanese...Pasta...
"Move!" Gabby groaned as she bumped me away gently. She shuffled through the papers with fingers moving at the speed of light. I used to be able to do that.
Now I have arthritis. Ugh. Getting old sucks. I was in such a rush to grow up as a child. I don't know what I was thinking.
"Ah Ha!" The blonde shouted as she pulled out the Burger menus.
"I want-"
"Cheese, yeah I know." She finished for me as her feet restlessly paced around the dining room. I was finding this all rather amusing.
She quickly placed the order, and came to sit next to me. Her chair squealed against the hardwood floor, and looked at me with eager eyes.
"So tell me! What happened next?" She was shaking with anticipation.
It was my turn to chuckle as she eagerly awaited my response.
"All right. So the next day before going to the center I stopped at McDonalds and ordered some burgers. The-"
"Wait!" She cut me off with an added slicing motion of her hands.
I looked at her questioningly.
"Are you about to tell me that the first nice thing you did for her was buy a cheap burger?" She asked with one raised eyebrow.
"Food is very important!" I defended.
Gabby chuckled. "Do you want to hear the end of this?" I asked sternly. I start to only be interrupted.
"Yes, Yes please continue." She smiled.
"As I was saying..." I sent a pointed look in her direction. One to which she missed, because of her sudden interest in the crayon mark on the table. I shook my graying head.
"Remember how I'd asked Nurse Liz-"
"Wait, wait, wait!" She said stopping me yet again.
I nodded for her to continue. "Is Nurse Lisa, Aunty Liz at the Clinic you work at."
I smiled. Liz turned out to be very close to me and vise versa. She was practically a relative after a while. So when the kids where born I introduced her as aunty. Its been that way ever since.
"Wow." Gabby said shaking her head. She looked a little further into the book until she spotted a women dressed in pink zebra print scrubs with a cheerful smile on her face. Her hair was long brown and wavy, and her face was fresh and smooth.
"Is this her?" Gabby asked smiling.
"Yeah. She was only 27." My kids know the older version of her. Now her long hair is worn in a permanent French twist and her bright teeth have been replaced with a couple false ones. The one thing that hasn't changed is her attitude.
For that I'm thankful.
"Were does Aunty Kyla come in?" The young blonde asked with her eyes still on the photo.
"Way later, but we'll get to it."
She nodded.
Okay, now before I start let me just warn you that when I don't know what I was doing, I turned into an awkward fumbling mess. With that here we go.
"Do you remember how I told you I asked Lisa what Ashley could and couldn't eat?"
"Yup." Gabby answered.
"Thats why I went. Well, that and I was tired of coffee for lunch."
2012
The air in here is humid and smelly. The majority of customers are fat, sweaty, and or old. The counter tops are sticky. Most hidden and some open surfaces are covered in gum, and stuff I'd rather not know of. Then there are the tables filled with people ranging from ages 1 to 90.
Its packed to the brim and I'm grumpy as fuck! All I want are few burgers and some god damned fries!
I didn't want to go through the mile long drive through. The risk of my pretty little Audi getting damaged was too high for my liking.
I had a guy in front of me is covered in grime. While an emo couple behind me are trying to eat each others heads. I can here the nasty smack of lips and slurp of saliva. I just cringed...again.
Aiden tried that with me once. I smacked him in the balls. His head was too high up for my 5'2 and a half frame. In addition there was more of a message sent that way.
"Welcome to McDonalds may I take your order?" Asked a soft familiar voice.
I looked over the cash register into gray eyes hidden behind hair and a McDonalds visor.
"Rachel? I didn't know you worked here." I said tilting my head. As much as I hate coming here. I am kinda regular.
Blame the boys.
"Oh yeah..." She looked shyly at her fingers dancing on top of the hard blue speckled counter. "I've been working here since the beginning of sophomore year." She shrugged.
I cringed. Really? Has she?
"Um can I get uh...uh...uh..." I had so much time to think about my order and now here I am blank.
I'm only here after seeing what they serve at that clinic. That gunk looks worst then school lunch. Its gray for Christs sakes, and I think I heard the word vegan. gross!
I feel bad for Ashley.
Furthermore, I'm hungry too. Now I can't exactly get something for myself and not for her. Right? That would be rude.
So thats what I'm doing here...
I scanned the menu quickly. I'll go with a classic.
"I'll have two cheese burgers and-no wait!" I stopped her as she was in the middle of punching whatever into that little computer. "Make that McDouble cheese burgers." I changed.
You know how flat those things are. No one can eat just one flat sandwich like that. The McDouble is good cause you get two for one and don't like a tremendous pig.
"Okay, is that all?" Rachel questioned looking up at me from under her visor.
"Ye-No!" I just thought of something. What if Ashley doesn't like burgers.
Another quick glance at the menu and... "Can I get two orders of chicken McBites and McChickens?"
Rachel nodded and pushed a few more buttons. "Is that all?"
"Ye-Uh-No..." I need drinks. You can't not have food without liquids. She'll choke, I'll choke! "I'll have two...no Three- "I was just talking about not being able to get something for myself and not for her and yada, yada. Same applies for nurse Liz. I think.
"I'll have three McCafe Mocha's..." What if she doesn't like coffee? As appalling as that seems some people don't like that stuff. "And some McCafe shakes!" I threw in a bit to loud.
Done!
That was stressful. Exactly why I don't help people, ever.
"What flavor?" I barley heard the words.
"Huh?"
"What flavor of shakes? We have Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry, and Shamrock." Rachel asked in complete innocence.
"Eh-ee-uh-ugh..." Well, what the hell is Shamrock? I don't want that. Strawberry is all right, but she seems like more of a chocolate vanilla type. Chocolate is good but if she's like me, too much will give her a head ache. I don't wanna make her sick. Vanilla is good but some people think of it as so sweet. I personally like it. Then again I'm not her.
Errrr, which one!
Is it always this hard helping people. The stress and time and so not worth it. I was close to pulling out my hair trying to decide over chocolate and vanilla.
In the middle of my concentration a lady came over and whispered something into Rachel's ear. She nodded then turned back to me. "Oh sorry were out of Chocolate." Rachel said breaking my concentration.
Hallelujah! "Vanilla!"
Rachel had one eyebrow under her black visor raised while she watched me. She shook the quizzical expression off her face and I payed blindly for the food.
I sent her a nod as a McThank you. Uh...this place messes with your head.
There were a few 'finally's' and 'thank gods' and even an 'oink' as I walked away. I just stood on the side and sighed.
I can only hope that Ashley likes at least on of these food choices.
"Order 501!" Was announced through a small mic at the end of the counter. Rachel was now the one serving food and she was busy wrapping mine in bags.
"All right, heres your...everything." She said presenting the two large bags and drink carrier. She sent me a shy smile. "Have a nice day Spencer."
I just took my things and got out of there as fast as I could. I think I gained 10 pounds just standing in there.
I was already 5 minutes late. I could make it there in 10 minutes. I always wait 15 minutes in my car anyway. I don't like being on time. Its just one of those things I do cause I just have too.
Ashley doesn't know that I'm late on purpose.
The drive to the big gray building was spent with Katy Perry telling me that: 'This is a part of her that I'm never gonna ever take away from her, Nooo!', and drake talking about...something. I don't really know but I have the album on my phone.
The sun today was bright and I loved the clean air a small town like this supplies. When I was younger I really wanted to live in LA. I thought it would be so cool to be in the middle of La la la land where all the big names on Tv lived.
We came close to moving there to once. My parents were big on climbing the social ladder and LA was defiantly a place to do it. The only thing that stopped us was Caity. When she was born mom and dad decided to stay here. Something about wanting to raise her modestly and what not.
I don't really understand that since we live in a freaking mansion, but I like it here so I'm not gonna complain.
The ugliest gray building on the outskirts of town appeared in my window and suddenly I could feel my heart. It started to beat forcefully steadily in my chest causing my stomach to come all warm in little sporadic burst.
Shaking it off as hunger I took the last parking spot in the lot and headed for Ashley's room.
This place really needed some work done to it. First of the large sign said CLINIC in big bold letters. Thats it. Then the coloring. Everything is gray! All of it! No light touches of white or blue just cement gray. Theres a large gate surrounding the property. The 'yard' if you can call it that is a weed garden. The weeds just grow until they die. Finally we have the interior. White tiles, with white counters, with white walls, elevators, rooms, and brown wood doors.
I would go crazy in there!
With a roll of my blue eyes I entered the building using my elbow to open the door.
Then it happened. In almost slow motion I saw it coming.
Stupid Danny and Vincent were playing with a football in the clinic. The tile floor was slippery and I was wearing heels. Danny came flying through the hall head behind him trying to catch the damn ball. I had no time to move before he slammed into me with impressive speed and power.
"Oomph!" The air was knocked out of my lungs and I struggled to take a breath. The packages had fallen to the ground safely tucked away in the soggy package. My shirt was soaked and sticky, and my abdomen was frozen.
A still stunned Danny was topping me and had yet to MOVE!
"Get the fuck off of me!" I hissed at the 5'9 boy. "NOW!" I demanded.
He scurried away with barely a scratch on him. I on the other hand feel like I lost my brain somewhere in the hall.
"Help me up!" I shouted to which he and Vince promptly grabbed an arm and brought me to my feet.
"Ooh food!" The fake blonde exclaimed reaching towards the bags. I kicked him. My hands were full.
"Aww fuck!" She held his shin. "Spencer whats your problem?" He winced.
Did he really have to ask?
I ignored him and picked up my surviving drinks. One Mocha was totaled along with a shake. Somehow four drinks survived. They were a little dented and a lot sticky but edible. Vincent actually helped my by picking up one drink and shaking it off a little before handing it to me.
"You have a little mocha in your hair." He told me trying to hide a grin.
Sure enough I did. Damn it! I just did my hair this morning. It took so damn long to curl.
"Thanks." I mumbled then started to walk away. The drink on my head was starting to soak through and it was giving me a brain freeze.
"Hey! Your not even gonna give us anything to eat?" Danny asked.
"You can have whats left over." I told him wanting to leave. I didn't feel like arguing anymore.
"Can I at least have a fry?" He whined.
Fry? Fry!
"Fuck!" I shouted in a very unfeminine like way. I forgot fries. How do you forget fries?
"Never mind." He said walking away. There was something mumbled about PMSing, but I didn't even think twice about it. I swear to god I heard the click of a camera but I didn't bother to check.
My shoes quacked with each step. I walked like a mummy because of the unwelcome sensation of liquid all over me. On my way to Ashley's room I left a mocha and vanilla trail. Sure people looked at me but I looked back. My look was pretty damn frightening.
The decorative wooden door marked 111.
I'd failed to use waterproof mascara and could feel the substance dripping down my face. That and my hair glued to my forehead with the addition of my duck shoes. I looked scary. Maybe Ashley would acknowledge me now. I mean how could you not.
I scraped together all the dignity left in my shivering body and made the best entrance I could.
The door opened slowly with a long drawn out creak and I quacked into the room.
It was dead fucking quiet.
Smiling I and raised my hands containing the food and drinks.
Nurse Liz blinked once at me letting her magazine drop to the floor. Her mouth fell open like a trap door and just kept dropping. Her eyes were bigger than an owls as she sat in her little office chair staring at me. Even Ashley let the piece of paper in her hands slip and fall to the table. She didn't look up, but she didn't look anywhere else either. They were just frozen.
"Hungry?"
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Ashley P.O.V.
I was one streak away from finishing a black and white sketch of a beach. Though the led I was using had other ideas. My dulling tip gave way and crumbled leaving residue on the paper. I groaned and brushed it away. Now this drawing was no good. The white sand beach had a black smudge from where I brushed the pencil decay aside. Theres not supposed to me a smudge. So there can not be a smudge.
My hands picked up the paper. The calm ocean stared back at me from where I held it at arms length. I'd spent all morning working on detail. The fine tip marks on each little flower of the torch ginger, growing on the left corner, and the perfectly straight lines building the beach house peaking out paper edge. They were all taken into account, as time was spent making them perfect.
I looked over the drawing one last time before crumpling it up into a little ball. It was promptly thrown into the nearly overflown trash bin, where my previous sketches were laying.
I was on attempt number 4 and couldn't get one drawing to turn out right. I drew the house crooked in the first drawing. The second had a flower disproportioned to the others. Third was dog eared in the process of reaching for a new pencil. Then the fourth well, you know what happened to number four.
Little mistakes that most people would easily over look. However, I am not most people. Those little things were things I made sure to stay away from. Surprisingly I barely ever make those errors.
Today was just not my day. I know I want to draw, but I just can't draw what I want to draw.
From my stack of computer paper I took another sheet and placed in front of me. My eyes inspected the paper for any blemishes. When all was clear I took out a new pencil sharpened to a point, and held it lose but firmly in my left hand.
Similar to how writers get writers block, I had artist block. I wanna draw so bad. My hands are itching for it. Yet nothing came out, or everything that does looks like crap.
I can't even draw the damn beach, and I've done that drawing a million times. In pencil, ink, paint, even clay once.
Closing my eyes I pictured the ocean. The soft warm sand, salty breeze, skin kissing sun. Opening my eyes and instead I saw a girl.
I drew the girl.
A perfectly oval shaped head, with a well defined chin. Blonde hair soft and light like a feather. A perfectly proportioned face. Small frame just right for a smaller girl. Flawless skin, tame shapely eyebrows, a cute nose, and full pink lips. Lastly I added the eyes. The big blue eyes framed with long black lashes.
The nameless girl came out all right. After trying all morning to draw a beach that I've done countless times, I draw a girl that suddenly popped into my mind and it comes out good. So far all I have are the outlines. The bases for a portrait but yet its better than anything else.
As I started to shade and detail I couldn't help but feel the person on my paper looks eerily familiar.
"Ashy! I have your breakfast!" I didn't have time to dwell. After slipping the sheet safely in the little cubby compartment I turned my attention to Aunty Lisa.
"Morning." I greeted politely.
"Sorry I didn't have time to pick up food." She asked setting down the hard plastic trays of breakfast. Bland scrambled eggs, with dry toast with a slab of limp ham, and a banana.
"Its fine." Truth is I hate the clinics food. Its gross. Aunty Lisa tries her best to bring me food, cause she knows how much I dislike this stuff. She doesn't always have time though. Her schedule is pretty hectic. Works at the clinic all day. Takes care of her aging parents the rest of the time.
Lisa sat down in the chair next to me. She had her own green tray in front of her. The same bland breakfast.
"So how are you this morning?"
I shrugged forcing myself to swallow the eggs. "I drew a little before you got here."
"Oh." She took a sip of her coffee. I pushed the food around on my plate. "What'd you draw today?"
"A girl." I said much to her surprise. She paused before taking a bite of food and looked at me.
"Really? No beach."
"No. I did try but it wasn't coming out right so I drew what came to me. A girl." I shrugged. No big deal.
"Who'd you draw." She chuckled. "Spencer?"
"I-" Wow, Spencer. The girl looked like Spencer. I whipped the paper out and to stare at it. I compared this drawing to the devil one. Wow, creepy.
"You did draw Spencer!" Lisa said shocked. I was feeling it to. I hadn't meant to. She just jumped on the paper. She jumped me!
"I didn't realize you liked her so much." Lisa said sitting back down careful to not make the chair scream.
"I-" I just...
"She's coming today. Its Monday." I could only manage a nod. The drawing confused me. Lisa kept talking but I didn't really hear what she was saying. I was still confused about the picture, and the way my stomach was doing loop-da-loops.
The Spencer on paper looked nothing like the one I see every weekday minus Wednesday. The blonde girl I see is one thats hidden behind her sunglasses, fancy car, and rich clothes. The one that acts like nothing matters. I've gotten glimpses of what I think is the real her. The one that told me her insecurities about her family. I kinda like that one. Thats the one on paper. The one that hasn't really shown herself and probably never will.
Aunty Lisa didn't react much to my sudden withdrawal and quietness. It happens a lot and she knows its nothing personal. Its just how I work. We finished out meal in a comfortable silence then went on with the rest of the day. I was left alone for a little while when she did her rounds around the Clinic.
It was nothing new.
I managed to keep myself busy doing little things here and there. I never did continue the drawing but I didn't trash it either. In fact I stored it safely next to the pen she gave me.
Lunch came and went. I didn't eat. I wasn't hungry and nobody pushed me. 2:00 PM passed by even faster as I watched reruns on animal planet. Then soon it was almost 3 time for the blonde girl to show up.
"She'll be here in exactly 15 minutes." Lisa said. I checked the old worn out clock on the wall. The one with the missing 3 and backwards hands. It took a while but I was finally able to read it. In 15 minutes it would be 3.
"30 minutes." I corrected.
Aunty Lisa narrowed her eyes at me. "Its 2:45 in 15 minutes it'll be three. They get here at three." She told me.
"Yes, but Spencer waits an extra 15 minutes. She's always perfectly late."
Lisa looked at me quizzically. Probably wondering how I noticed such a subtle thing.
I shrugged again. It was kinda my thing. Just like Spencer groans and rolls her bright blue eyes at everything. I shrug for everything. Yes, shrug. No, shrug. I don't know, shrug.
The older brunette just nodded letting out a huff of air. Her eyes scanning the newest issue of her fashion magazine. To me the girl on the cover looked weird. Her nose was rather pointy, and her eyes too big for her twig like body. Alien like.
We waited the 30 minutes easily. I had very good patients after living this routine for the last 10 years almost.
I had my head down as the door opened. My hair shielding my face from view. I didn't bother looking, until I heard the ducks. I thought they were ducks. Instead they were her shoes. My eyes moved while my head stayed still.
Oh.
My.
God.
Pack! I heard the sound of Lisa's magazine falling to the ground. In my mind I could picture her face. Similar the way I was feeling on the inside.
There stood the usually glamourous blonde, looking less than her worst. She looked like a wet bird look. Worst than wet rat. Make up smudged down her face while something brown sat in her hair. Her clothes were stuck to her skin looking very uncomfortable.
"Hungry?" She questioned.
I blinked, and blinked, and blinked again. She didn't change back into a beautiful princess. It was kinda funny.
She waddled over to the table and plopped the two bags down.
"I have all kinds of things. Except fries!" Her face turned mad when she spat the word fries.
I rather not know.
Aunty Lisa slowly approached the girl doing an awful job of hiding her laughter. She accepted a Mocha and Cheeseburger. Then excused herself to the hall.
The doors aren't exactly sound proof so I'm pretty sure Spencer heard the wild laughter coming from outside as did I.
"I wasn't sure what you liked." The blonde said softly. "So I got everything I could think of." She looked shy like a little kid shivering in the hard plastic chair. "You don't have to eat now. I know you have a routine. Its here though. When you want it..."
I thanked her in my head. It was sweet of her to do that. She couldn't read my thoughts though so she didn't see my gratitude. I didn't know how to show it either. This was a kind gesture, one that I didn't expect. Yet I wasn't ready to completely give in.
Aunty Lisa came back into the room looking more composed. "Spencer would you like to get cleaned up?" She asked the girl.
"Yes, please." Her voice was soft and different. Even to herself, she shook her head as to clear it then replied a stronger more confident "Uh, Yeah!" Her tone taking on its usual sassiness.
Lisa went back out to get an extra pair of spare clothes from one of the supply closets.
I decided to go to the bathroom and get out some soaps. As I did I dropped a piece of paper I had for her.
The white sheet landed on the table surface and glided to her finger tips. By the time she read it I was already in the next room.
On the lone paper I'd figured out how to tell her I appreciated her efforts. Written in messy hand writing, two words sat on the clean sheet:
Thank You.
When I finished putting the bathroom accessories out for her I sat back down only to find the paper on my side again. Under my 'Thank You' had a curly:
Your Welcome.
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