They Hurt So Bad that They Ended Our Relationship
(A/N: The other Degrassi characters are so … set in their personalities and I like to write about the minorities since they get so little air time on the real show. Just read and review and if you're confused, tell me why or where you got confused so I can fix it! –NL)
"Do you think you brought enough stuff?" Jimmy complained, noticing that his living room was quickly starting to resemble a storage closet.
"I don't know how long I'm going to be staying here and I want to be comfortable here." Hazel explained while dragging her last bag into the house.
"I don't know what the big deal is. You know I could get you anything you wanted." Jimmy offered as Hazel sat down on the couch next to him. She looked at her boyfriend, in his wheelchair, thinking how unfair it was that something like this had to happen to him. It was all Spinner's fault and everyone knew it. A real friend wouldn't let another friend be hurt like that.
"I know we're going to get through this." She whispered to herself with a sigh.
"If your parents ever relax." Jimmy joked.
"Have you talked to them?" Hazel jumped suddenly, caught off guard by his situation.
"It's fine." She lied. "I should start unpacking though." She forced her exhausted body off the couch and up the stairs, carrying a small blue duffel over her shoulder.
"Come on! I know you can hit better than that!" Manny yelled, running into the park watching Gianni swing just under the ball.
"What are you doing here?" He called back towards her, dropping the bat and running over to you. "I thought you'd be making out with Kiowi in the corner or something."
"No." Manny shook her head "I'd probably be getting him to propose." She shot back.
"Before moving on to some other guy." Gianni joked.
"Haha. There's nothing wrong with have more than one boyfriend every year. You'll never know if you've found the right one if you don't look around for something better." Manny smiled.
"Even if it makes you a whore?" Gianni wondered, pushing her buttons.
"You were one first. Your bad habits have rubbed off of me." Manny joked, pulling off her pants, revealing bright red so fee shorts.
"See, that's exactly what I mean. You do stuff like that to distract the guys." Gianni explained.
"I do not." Manny started to take off her jacket and then decided against it. "As if you don't do the same." Manny added as Gianni spotted two girls walking across the park, waving to him.
"Now she is hot." He smiled.
"You are such a man whore. Is sex all you think about?"
"And baseball." Gianni smiled.
"Which I am so gonna kick your ass in."
(A/N: Sorry to do this, but I am trying a different style of writing for this part, so tell me if you like it or prefer dialog.)
Gianni walked into a quaint, small, yet comfortable home. Pictures of Ellie and her parents surrounded the room as Mr. and Ms. Nash greeted him eagerly. Everyone was all smiles as Gianni handed over one of his mother's homemade bottles of wine. That was the first sign. Ellie and her father paused and looked around, panicky not wanting to allow a chance for Ms. Nash to abuse the substance which had once consumed her every thought. With plastered smiles on his faces, Mr. Nash grabbed the bottle quickly, thrusting s look over at Ellie, which seemed to ask "What kind of guy are you bringing home?"
Nervous and definitely affected by the mini-scene that had just happened before them, Ellie clung to Gianni's hand as if she were breathing her last breath of air before being washed over by an angry sea. Still oblivious to what was going on, Gianni blindly followed her into the kitchen. Bowing their heads for prayer, which had never been done until Ms. Nash entered alcoholic anonymous and started a twelve-step program, Ellie could only hope that things would only get better.
Knowing that last night, her parents were having serious marriage issues, which was the exact stress that lead to an alcoholic relapse, Ellie looked to Gianni for comfort. He smiled, in his charming little way, winning her parents over to a certain degree. Yet, they still didn't want to give their "baby" up, much less to someone who had just brought in some wine. As the atmosphere relaxed, Ellie began to notice how Gianni had a dimple on his right cheek, not one of those dimples that consumed one's entire face and made them stand out, but a sort of subtlety that she loved about him.
Everything was going smoothly until Gianni brought up the wine, taking it upon himself to open it and pour some for both of her parents. At that moment, Ellie felt like an idiot. If she had only told him about her mother's addiction, he would've brought something normal like … flowers, something that never caused any harm or broke families apart, leaving children permanently scarred.
Mr. Nash kept a close eye on his wife, ensuring that she drank other liquids like water instead, but as soon as his phone rang, he too was off. It was as though in an instant, he had replaced his former job in the military with his previous office job. As usual, family came last. Once he turned his back to his wife, Ms. Nash lifted the glass towards her lips, maybe unintentionally, or out of habitat, or maybe by some odd delusion, she thought that she could handle just one glass of wine.
Ellie stared, in horror, unable to stop it as though a couple thousand pounds of lead her stuck to her gawky feet. One glass of wine turned into two as Ms. Nash began to resemble her former self. In a fit of rage, knowing that she had to do something, Ellie smashed the bottle too the ground, but it was too late. The damage had been done. With a face-to-face cuss-out and a slap across the face, Gianni knew that Ellie's world was less than perfect and that she was … broken. Partially embarrassed, and partially feeling helpless, Ellie ran from the scene of the crime with Gianni chasing after her.
He tried to hold her and tell her that everything would be fine, but Ellie knew it wouldn't. Gianni only knew half of the story because Ellie had learned that no one really wanted to know everything about you. They liked the mystery about not knowing that someone and when they did find out about you … they left. Like Sean had and like her dad did every time duty called.
So, with the slam of the door, Gianni was locked out of Ellie's life, for the time being. Without so much as a pause, Gianni rushed out of the front door not understanding why a perfect evening had gone so sour. There was only one thing left to do, he thought, picking up the phone and calling Alex. He was going to be able to see her after all … he'd just be a little late.
(A/N: Sorry to put an author's note in the middle of the story, but I didn't want you guys to think that it was too random. I decided to try more of a narrative style because dialog all the time is boring to me … anyways tell me what you think and what you want more of (or don't want more of.) Thanks so much to those that have reviewed thus far … I know who you are and thank you! –NL)