Worlds Collide

Chapter 2

Lucas

What the hell is wrong with this place? We sat at the diner-place, for an hour watching these two people arguing about decorations and a festival. I looked at Keith and I could tell he was thinking the same thing as me.

"I'm sorry, but is this normal?" I asked Rory. She simply smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, you get use to it. But I've grown up here so I'm use to it."

She grabbed my wrist and dragged me around town, explaining some things that she and her mom hadn't before.

"What do you like to do?" She asked out of no where.

"I like to read and play basketball." I said, giving her strange look. She smiled, before dragging me into a shop.

"This is my favorite place to be, besides home." She said, and gestures towards the books. "Take your pick. I get a deal since Andrew is behind the counter."

"Rory! Your book arrived yesterday, and I was just about to have Kirk deliver it." The Andrew guy said with a smile.

"You were going to let Kirk deliver it?" Rory asked.
What's wrong with Kirk?

"He volunteered." Andrew said with a shrug.

"So your letting Kirk do you deliveries?" She asked again. "The same Kirk that hasn't started shaving yet? The same Kirk that is in the process of trying to date Lulu? The same Kirk that keeps getting fired from his jobs Kirk? That Kirk?"

Andrew shrugged and nodded. "He said he needed the money. He's trying to move out of his moms house."

"He is not. Kirk always says that but he won't leave. His mom even kicked him out! He came back." Rory exclaimed.

Who is this Kirk guy? I wonder if he is as bad as she is making him seem.

"Rory, you and I both know that Kirk is going to always be Kirk. If he asked you to if he could give you a ride to school would you take it?"

"No, because he doesn't have his license. And he shut down his last business." She shot back.

Andrew rolled his eyes and handed Rory a book. "Your mislead." Was all he said before walking off.

Rory

I watched Andrew walk away. Watched him pick up several books before disappearing behind a book case. I could only gawk at him.

"He has to be sleeping with Kirk. No one would let Kirk do delivery." I muttered.

"What?!" Lucas shouted, shocked by what I said.

"You haven't met Kirk yet. You will. And when you do, you'll understand why. Now, get a book that you want and let's go. I have one more place to show you, before I have to head home to study."

Lucas grabbed To Kill A Mockingbird, while I got The Catcher in the Rye. After buying the books to took Lucas to the basketball court that was right next to the bridge by the River. It was old, but usable.

"This is just like the River court." He murmured, joy written on his face.

"Well, this is the only one, besides the high school, so this is where you'll have to do your basketballing." I told him, pretending to shoot a hoop. He chuckled and nodded. "Well, I gotta get home. I'll see you later." I told him, before leaving him there and heading home.

"Hello?"

"Rory?"

"Grandma?"

"What are you doing answering the phone? You know you should answer the phone, your a child for gods sake!"

"Grandma, I'm 17. I'm not a little girl anymore. Now what can I help you with?"

"I need to talk to your mother."

I look towards the kitchen and saw mom in the entryway, shaking her head furiously.

"She's not here right now. Can I take a message?"

"Tell her to call me. It's urgent." Then she hung up.

I pulled the phone away and stared at mom like she had done something back. Mom stared back, shaking her head. But I didn't get a chance to say anything when someone walked through the front door.

"Lorelei, honey, you gotta come quick. Cinnamon is t doing so good." Babette yelled, her raspy voice filling the silence.

"What?!" Mom yelled before both of us followed Babette to her house.

Morey was sitting on the couch, holding the cat close to his chest. Cinnamon let out a small meow that sounded painful and out of breath. I grabbed onto moms hand, trying to figure out how to approach this. Cinnamon was a good cat. I've known him my whole life, but he wasn't my cat and I didn't love him the way Babette and Morey do.

"Did you call the vet?" Mom offered.

"Yeah, but they said there was not'in they could do." Babette said.
Mom pulled me close and we sat around Cinnamon, and we waited. It was only a matter of time, before he was gone. So we did everything we could to keep Babette and Morey distracted. I even had Morey try and teach me piano. Not a good idea. And then Cinnamon died. We called Miss. Patty and she came and took over for us. The next day, everyone gathered for the funeral. Some cried, but others focused on Babette and Morey.

Then Monday came. School, Paris, and school. My life.