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So my family is going on a trip and I decided to post this! I might not be able to post until Friday.
"We only have like, four hours!" Kelsey screamed at Elle. They both were wearing extremely panicked expressions as they darted around the room, throwing items of clothing at me like I'm a freaking hamper. Normally Jessica would be freaking out with them, but instead she's sulking in a corner. Have I mentioned that she's really disappointed that I would 'stoop so low' as to go out with Jack? 'How could you?' she had yelled at me. I've been asking myself the same thing for the last two hours Jess.
But the real mistake came when I texted Kelsey and Elle and accidently let it slip that I had to 'go some stupid place with Jack' tonight.
And now here I am, being ushered into the bathroom with my armful of clothing, trying to keep up with my friend's crazy antics.
Ugh.
I quickly pulled out the first outfit from the pile, a pink blouse with blue short-shorts. Might as well get it over with…
3 hours and 37 minutes before the 'date', they convinced me that the outfit they had found was 'the one.'
At 33 minutes they scrapped that.
21 minutes I screamed at them to stop being so picky.
20 minutes they screamed back with much more force than I thought humanly possible.
13 minutes I gave up and sulked with Jess as they rampaged through my closet.
5 minutes they pulled me up and shoved me back into the bathroom.
2 minutes I looked in horror at what they had chosen.
1 minute they tried to get me out of the bathroom.
At 2 hours and 59 minutes I refused.
At 44 minutes they snagged the lock-pick from my mother because she was curious about what I was wearing. Traitor.
43 minutes they had the door open.
42 minutes I was clinging to the door frame.
39 minutes they overpowered me.
38 minutes Elle, Kelsey, and my mom looked at me with smug satisfaction.
35 minutes Jess snapped out of her depressing stupor and started guffawing at me.
34 minutes is when I exclaimed that I don't do miniskirts.
33 minutes is when they explained to me that they. Don't. Care.
32 minutes is when glaring became my new normal expression.
And now, exactly 2 hours, 24 minutes, and 35 seconds before torture comes knocking on my door, (literally), I'm sitting at the kitchen table (there's 'better light' here), my eyelids are drooping from all of their excitement, and they are doing my makeup. Jess is just laughing at me and taking pictures with her iPod. Probably uploading them to Instagram or something evil like that.
And don't they get that I'm tired?!
7:56. Sigh.
Jessica, Elle, and Kelsey were all playing Wii Sports Resort as I waited for my certain doom. Great.
Groaning, I jumped up and started up the stairs.
"Where the heck do you think you're going?!" Kelsey looked up at me indignantly.
"The bathroom." I replied dryly.
Coming back down, I saw four things; 1) Kelsey yelling at the devil boy himself, 2) Jessica holding Jack down to the girls' level by his plaid-shirt collar, 3) Elle glaring at the brown haired boy, 4) a very amused-looking-object-of-interest.
I scowled and yanked down my skirt, taking the first steps downwards.
Oh yes. If you were wondering what the two devils dressed me in, I will indulge you.
I will admit, my slightly tousled hair is pretty cute, as are my smoky eyes, light flushed cheeks, and glistening lips. And I love the neon fingernails! But there my love stops. Because then you get to my outfit.
I am currently wearing a spaghetti-strap/blue floral mini-skirt combo that they had somehow fashioned to look like a dress. I mean, the miniskirt barely comes down to almost mid-thigh! The highest I wear skirts would be just above the knee! I mean, freak! A miniskirt and spaghetti straps? Are they raving mad?!
So truth be told, I didn't really go to the bathroom. I dived into my closet and grabbed my light pink jean jacket that happens to go perfectly with my outfit (don't ask me how) and my gray leggings. Now, I'm not totally stupid, so I know that Elle will not let me wear both the jacket and the leggings. So I simply rolled the leggings up under the skirt and prayed that no one will spot them until I get out.
Oh! I can't forget my shoes! I'm wearing my royal blue Uggs... which I consequently wore during the 'skirmish' last year. But I refuse to put them back! They're the only piece of clothing they put me in that I actually like!
Anyway, back to the present.
"What's going on here?"
Kelsey stopped mid-yell, saw my jacket, and started yelling again. "Why are you wearing that?! TAKE IT OFF THIS INSTANT!"
"It gets cold at night!" I defended.
"That's no excuse! It's August in California for crying out loud!" Kelsey was now extremely red in the face.
Then Elle decided to join in. Great. "Yeah! The point of not having a jacket is so your date can give you his and then you can snuggle and kiss and make-out and-" Jessica promptly covered her mouth. I shot her a grateful look.
Elle shook her off and looked for Jack for added support to her statement, but he was too distracted with staring at my exposed legs. Which in turn made me fidget with my stupid skirt.
My movement made Jack look up at me. His face flushed a little as his eyes met my glare. I slowly looked back at Elle and Kelsey.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but Jack isn't wearing a jacket." The both took a double take at Jack, and then both scowled at him in disappointment.
"What?" He said, holding his hands up. "Like you said, it's August!"
I rolled my eyes and started out the door.
"Nuh-uh-uh Kim! Give me the Jacket!" Kelsey ordered, holding out her hand. I'm sure they could both see the desperation in my eyes because they started slowly creeping forward. Frantically, I grabbed Jack's hand and yanked him down the sidewalk in a run.
"KIMBERLY ANNE CRAWFORD!" Elle screeched, both of them running after me.
"Start the car, start the car!" I muttered to Jack as I yanked the door open and scrambled in. I slammed the door as Jack ran around and started the car. "Shut the door!" I shouted as Kelsey made a grab at his shirt. He smashed the door closed and the car shot forward down the road.
As the crazy girls disappeared in the rearview mirror I sighed and sunk into my seat. Man, these leather seats feel like butter!
"Well that was interesting, wasn't it!?" My eyes flashed up to Jack who was smiling down at me. I frowned a little and busied myself with grabbing the leggings that were bunched under my stupid skirt. "Now Kimmy-cat, I know that I'm hot and everything, but please refrain yourself from undressing until we're somewhere that no one can see us, or, in other words, more… private." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
I wrinkled my nose at this and raised an eyebrow at him. "First of all Jack, I'm not undressing," I said the word with disgust. "I'm unrolling my cleverly hidden leggings. Secon-"
"They aren't that cleverly hidden." He interrupted, watching me stuff one end into my boot and start unrolling the other one.
I gave him a death-glare. He just laughed.
"Eyes on the road!" I finally yelled, causing him to smirk. "Anyways, as I was saying before someone rudely interrupted me, what gave you the right to call me Kimmy-cat?"
"I came up with it." He replied simply.
"Yes, but it's a nickname."
He made a noncommittal grunt.
"And don't you have to be friends for a nickname?"
After I said that we sat in silence for quite a while, Jack staring straight out the window. I'm not really sure if it was awkward for him too, but it was starting to bug me. So I turned the radio on.
Only it was filled with static. I couldn't hear a thing, and I quickly turned it off.
Apparently the Universe wants me to suffer today.
So I shut my eyes for just a few moments…
"Are we really not friends?" The whisper was so quiet that I thought that I had imagined it for a moment, until it came again more forcefully; "We really aren't?"
I cracked an eyelid open and looked up at Jack, who was still stonily staring ahead. I sighed and nestled back into the comfy seat.
"I'm not really sure."
"How in the world can you not be sure if I'm your friend or not?"
I sighed again. "Jack, let me explain something to you. You were an easy person to pick for a friend. You were tough, thoughtful, caring, kind, and just an amazing kid. Even if Jess didn't see it."
He chuckled, but it was low and strained. "Yeah, she really doesn't like me." He paused and then whispered; "What do you mean 'were'?"
"Well, you changed. I mean, yes, you always had a temper, as I should know," I winced and rubbed my stomach. "But in sixth grade you were still the same kid I knew! Then when I came back four years later, you don't even recognize me! You didn't recognize the kid you told all your secrets to, the kid who helped you with Karate, who held you for hours after your grandpa died!" I was yelling now, but surprisingly, no tears came. Just my resilient voice, which was breaking in a few places. "Why did you change?" I asked forcefully.
He just blinked at me in bewilderment and returned to driving. I snorted. Typical. He asks for answers, and I give them. I ask for them back, and all I get is stony silence and a static-filled radio.
Twenty minutes later, we arrive at the Movie Theater. Finally! I mean, I thought we were going to be in that stinking car with that stupid quietness forever!
I got out before Jack could come around and open the door for me. I stretched my legs and arms, but before I could get a good look at what was playing tonight, a warm hand covered my eyes while another encircled my waist.
"Jack, honey." I started out sweetly, sarcasm dripping from my voice like honey. "Sweetie. Are you going to let me go?"
"Why darling!" He said with mock-shock, his words taking on a distinct southern twang. "Why would I do that when you're being such a sweet sugar-plumb?"
My eyes narrowed underneath his fingers, as I fought a laugh. "Are you mocking my native accent?"
I gasped as Jack suddenly walked me forwards, almost tripping me into a gutter. "Maybe," he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending goose-bumps down my back. "Or maybe," he said louder in his fake-southern twang again, "you and your Tennessean accent need to light up a bit, sweet thing!"
And the goose-bumps are gone.
"Is Tennessean a word?"
"I think so…" he trailed off as I felt him open the door and lead me inside, him still blocking my vision.
"So what's playing tonight?" I asked towards the direction that I assumed the cashier was sitting.
"Nuh-uh-uh, Little Miss Sugar-Plumb. You'll just have to wait and see." I sighed and stood there impatiently, trying to listen to what Jack was saying to the lady that was running the cashier. All I could hear was a bunch of giggling, so she had to be under the age of eighteen. And must also like men who need anger-management classes.
Finally, and I mean finally, we walked over to the right. I heard the buzzing sound of the door opening and Jack ushered me inside, finally uncovering my eyes. I looked around and saw that almost no one was there. I turned to the boy's brown eyes questionably.
"It doesn't start until eight-forty five, so we've got about twenty-five minutes to chill." He said, answering my silent question. "You want anything to drink?"
"I can pay for my own." I said as I walked towards the counter. And Jack, acting like a four-year-old, pouted his lower lip out and stepped out in front of me. We stared each other down for a moment, until my fist went flying towards his face. On instinct his hand captured mind and stalled it in mid-air.
His pout turned into a smirk. "You probably shouldn't have done that."
I smirked too. "Famous words Jack. Famous words." And then my leg went crashing for his head, which he ducked.
We had a mini-fight that lasted all of four minutes until I was pinned to the ground I let out a small scream of annoyance. He laughed and pulled me up, dusting my jacket off. Of course. The guy misses almost all of his summer training and he still manages to beat me! And we're in the same belt!
My head hung a little in defeat. "Fine. You can pay. I want a Pepsi and some Muddy Bears." I sulked as we headed up to the counter, Jack chuckling all the way.
While we were walking up to the counter, I noticed a girl about our age with long brown hair was staring at us curiously, probably brought out by all the commotion. As we neared she kept her eyes on Jack, the confusion clear in her blue eyes.
I looked at Jack, wondering what she was seeing. I mean, yes, I will admit that he looks pretty good. Karate will do that for you. But other than that, he was just scouring through his wallet. I had to stop him from banging into the sharp edge of the glass display. His head flashed up to thank me but we both stopped and stared at the girl, who had just made a choking sound and was now staring transfixed at Jack, her glassy eyes gleaming. Then she just ran out of view.
Jack looked at me, apprehension in his eyes. I sighed. Probably one of his old girlfriends. About a minute later an older woman came in and helped us.
A few minutes after the movie started I was transfixed. It was some type of action/mystery/paranormal movie, and so far we had only met two of the main characters. Elizabeth, the sister of the person named Carson who had disappeared, and Peter, the father of Elizabeth, Carson, and their youngest, Nathan. And the best part of this movie? It's in 3D!
Jack slowly put his arm around my seat. I rolled my eyes, but let him leave his arm there anyway.
"Do you want some popcorn?" He whispered for about the tenth time. What is with him? It seemed the longer the movie went, the antsier he seemed to get.
"No!" I whisper-shouted, earning some dirty glares from the people in front of us. It was a pretty packed place, this being the second day that this movie had played in theaters. I toned my voice down a notch. "I have my Pepsi. Now would you just enjoy the movie?"
He kept quiet after that. I sucked in a gasp as a sleek black car careened into the side of a bridge. The fire seemed to come out of the screen and I could almost imagine the heat of the fire licking my face!
Jack's leg started moving uncontrollably. I gave him an odd look that he didn't catch and hesitantly patted his knee. "What's wrong with you? You've never been scared of movies before!"
"I'm not scared!" He complained. "It's just…" He trailed off.
"Exactly. Now let me enjoy the freaking movie!" Jack made some kind of half strangled sound as I rolled my eyes and turned around.
I immediately froze. "What the…"
On a bed that definitely wasn't his bed, and on a movie screen that he should not be on, sat the perfect face of Jack Brewer.
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