Love, Mona. #2

Hit the Road, Mona

Liam and Sally's trap failed to separate Christian and me, but just as that drama settled... an old mystery resurfaced and triggered an unexpected chain of events.

Shawn:  This is crazy, Twinkle!

Twinkle:  I know, but what am I supposed to do? I can't leave the house.

Shawn:  You can't send Mona on some wild goose chase to the Pacific Northwest looking for Mrs. Lee! I won't stand for it.

Twinkle:  But you heard Sonia, Mrs. Lee needs help. And... she's asking for Mona.

Shawn:  Look, I love Sonia and I believe in what she does but... what if she's wrong about this? What if we're sending Mona into danger? We have no idea what's going on out there!

Twinkle:  I trust Sonia and she assured me everything would be alright.

Shawn:  I don't like this, I don't like this at all.

Twinkle:  I'm not happy about it either... but what else can we do?

Shawn:  Mona may not even want to go. She barley even remembers Mrs. Lee!

Twinkle:  We have to ask her and see what she says...

At school...

Christian:  Well, that was quite the experience. It's not every day that I find panties in my locker. 

Mona:  Tell me about it. I'm... super annoyed about the whole thing, I don't want things like that causing us unnecessary trouble.

Christian:  Neither do I.

Mona:  I just can't wait for Thanksgiving break, it will be nice to get away from school for a while.

Christian:  I thought you like school?

Mona:  I don't like it, actually. But if I want to be a good vet, I need to get into a good university... I'll gladly work hard for that but I still enjoy my free time. And lately I've been enjoying it more and more. [Giggles]

Christian:  How interesting. You're flirting in broad daylight. [Laughs]

Mona:  I am not!

Christian:  Don't worry, I won't tell a soul. But yes, I can't wait for Thanksgiving break either, I just hope we'll have more time for ourselves.

Mona:  I'm down for it, but I hate sneaking out all the time. I wish... there was another way.

Christian:  If we talk to our parents... maybe they'll let us hang out alone sometimes, without a chaperone. We might even hold hands in public.

Mona:  Christian, come on!

Christian:  What?  Your parents are nice, but sometimes they act like they're from another century.

Mona:  I know. I'll talk to my mom, I mean, I'm almost eighteen. It's time I started making my own decisions about my life.

Christian:  I hear that.