Crashing into You (Wattpad Edition)

Chapter Twenty-Two: He Texted Me First

My room was coming together; looking a little bit more like mine. CDs and Books lined the shelves now, and my TV stood on the dresser. It finally looked like I actually lived there.

Once I was no longer grounded, Dan and Felicity started letting me have Leo over on weekends. For the next few weeks, my Saturdays were nothing but playing video games with him in my room. It made me feel almost normal.

Now that Felicity knew I had friends at school, she didn't ask me about it as much. And Dan didn't bother me about extracurriculars because of the school newspaper. There was now a comfortable pattern in my schedule.

My schedule was threatened the week before Thanksgiving break, when the sign-up sheet for One Act try-outs appeared on the bulletin board outside the office. I avoided writing my name down until the day before break.

I wish I hadn't promised them I'd sign up for this.

As much as I missed theater, I didn't recognize the names of many other students who'd signed up. Why would I want to spend two evenings a week at school when I was starting to feel more comfortable at home?

How bad would it be if I skipped auditions and told Dan and Felicity that I just didn't make the cut?

I barely made it into the choir room before the bell rang, and Chance gave me a surprised look.

"I know we're all excited about Thanksgiving break, but come on, folks. Let's focus for one more day," Mr. Elliot was pleading with the choir to sit down. Everyone was chattering about their plans for break, the relatives they were looking forward to seeing (or not looking forward to seeing).

"Okay, everyone! Let's get this Daily Center done. I'm only giving you five minutes today. I want to get as much rehearsal in as possible before we're gone for the long weekend."

I'd gotten used to Mr. Elliot's hands-off approach when it came to Daily Center. Honestly, we could sit there and do homework during that time and he wouldn't care. Yet, as far as I could tell, most kids still participated.

Today it was Psalm 9 verse 1.

" I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart;

I will tell of all your wonderful deeds."

I'd only just turned my chair towards our group when Chance said, "Alright, we only have five minutes. There are a lot of us so let's just go around and say what we're thankful for."

"Who put you in charge?" Cal asked. "I think we should discuss why it's important to acknowledge God's hand in our lives and that everything we have to be thankful for is because of Him."

"Or we could spend the next 4 minutes arguing about what to talk about," I sighed, leaning back in my chair and rolling my eyes.

A few of the guys chuckled and Chance kicked me, though I'm pretty sure he was smiling too.

"Fine," Cal grumbled, "We'll go around and say what we're thankful for, like first graders."

All the other guys were perfectly content with that.

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"Well, isn't this nice?" Felicity asked as we sat down to our Thanksgiving dinner. It was just the three of us, just like any other normal night. A small cornucopia adorned the center of the dining room table, and we had the traditional meal of turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, cranberries, and green beans. Aunt Felicity had made three kinds of pie for dessert, but I didn't have much of an appetite.

Mom, Dad and I would have Thanksgiving dinner at Lloyd and Linda's house. We all cooked together, making a mess of the kitchen that we'd ignore until after dinner. It was loud; there'd be music playing, people shouting across the room to one another.