Undeniable

Undeniable - Chapter 5

Well, chicklets, this is the last chapter.

NAHH I'm completely kidding, there are many MANY more to come :)

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"I'll pay you each 20 bucks," said Lisa, "because that thing is driving me crazy. It needs to be fixed."

Thomas and I were playing basketball that day, and Lisa had called us over to repaint the fence. It reminded me exactly of Angela and I; we had been making dirt pie (with actual dirt) when Michelle Morrison called us inside.

"Girls," she had said, "I have a job for you."

I looked at Angela with excitement. 

She handed us two white paint cans.

"That fence out there is driving me crazy. How about you girls go paint it?"

I was excited, of course, and we took our job of painting that fence so seriously you would think our lives depended on it. It took us a total of about 45 minutes.

Listening to Lisa tell us to paint the fence, I got excited just like I did when I was little.

"And... well, I don't really care what color it is, just repaint it. Please." 

"Alright, mom."

Thomas led me to their basement, which I hadn't seen in a while, and handed me a pink paint can.

"Pink?" I asked.

He shrugged and flashed me a grin. "You never know what we might need."

We ended up getting pink, green, and white - because those were the only colors they had.

It had been a week and a half since the King's moved in. We had gotten closer and closer to them.

Melissa hung out with Madison and I, usually biking to the local pool or hanging out on the beach. Jake babysat Kasey a few nights ago. Not really his forte, but he got 30 bucks, so I don't think he minded.

They added a fresh, new feel to this town; they introduced new things to us, like iced blueberry biscuits, and showed us new basketball games, like Pig, or Horse. 

I put on a big, old T-shirt and threw my hair in a messy bun. 

Thomas looked at me and smiled. "You look hot."

I noted his sarcasm and smacked him with the rag I was holding.

"Oh yeah, back at 'cha."

We got down on our knees and began to paint the fence. An old boom box sat outside, and he flipped it on. A loud version of When I Grow Up by the Pussycat Dolls burst through the speakers.

"Well," he said, "since I have no idea how to change the song... I guess this is fine."

I laughed and sang along.

But I ain't complaining

We all wanna be famous

So go ahead and say what you wanna say