VI. || ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ

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ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ















╰┈Scott and I just lay side by side in my bed. In silence with our hands intertwined. "I should probably go home. Before your mom gets home" Scott told me as he got up. "You don't have to worry about her. She won't be home for a few days and my sister is staying with her dad" What I told him was true. My mother had gone on a trip and my sister was staying with her dad. So, I was home alone for a few days.

"Oh." "you can stay. But only if you want to" "I'll stay a while longer," he smiled at me "but I'll need to call my mom" "The phone is towards your left. Once you get downstairs" he just nodded his head. I waited a minute before following him while waiting on the stairs. "Come on, answer already" Scott was talking to himself.

I peeked at him from the corner. His back was facing me. He twisted the cord around his finger. "Mama," then he stopped talking. "I'm not going to be home until later." Then he was quiet again. "I'm at Vera Sinclaire's house. Because we're...Um," then he became quiet yet again. "I'll be home before nine, I promise? Okay, love you too" Then he started to put the phone back on the wall while I went back to my room before he realized I had listened to his whole conversation.

I was sitting on my bed. When he came up to my room. "My mom said I need to be back before nine" I just nodded my head. "What time is it, now?" I looked at the clock on my nightstand.  "Six, thirteen." "So, what do you want to do?" "I don't know. Maybe just lay down with each other, again?" "Sure" he was smiling at me like an idiot yet again.

After laying with each other for a little over an hour. We got up and listened to the radio for a bit singing along and dancing together like idiots. With a fit of laughing at each other, we fall onto my bed. "I've got to get going," Scott said while getting up to go. "Wait, I'll walk you out. But I need to grab your jacket. You forgot it that night it was pouring."  I ran to my closet as Scott watched from my bedroom door. It was hanging up next to my flannel. "Let's go" "After you" he bowed to me. "Why thank you kindly, sir" "We both laughed.

"Here" I handed him his brown jacket. I smiled at him. He gave me one back as he grabbed his jacket. "Can I kiss you, again?" I just nodded in approval. He leaned down and kissed once more. "I'll see you tomorrow, Vee"  "Bye, Scott"

The four of us dance to different songs while painting Roberta's garage door. Chrissy was too busy eating a Twinkie to help but we didn't care. We were all wearing old plaid T-shirts in different colors. Roberta in yellow, Sam in red, Teeny in purple, and me in blue.

"Sugar!" We sing, turning around and shimming our shoulders. "Aw, honey honey!" We sang as Chrissy just watched.
"You are my Candy girl! And you got me watching you!" We sing while pointing at Roberta. "Roberta you missed a spot", Chrissy points out. "So why don't you get off the asphalt and help!" Roberta told her. "You know if I don't eat every few hours I get nauseous", Chrissy says as an excuse.

We just turn around and continue painting. We continue singing for a little while before the Wormers step out of their house.  "And you've got me wanting you" "Wormer alert!" Teeny says, dropping her brush. "I thought I smelt something foul!" Chrissy says sarcastically. Eric Wormer rolls his eyes, "Maybe it's your armpits lardbutt!" He snaps back and Chrissy rolls her eyes, "Your wit astounds me".

He says something to himself and Scott interrupts." Come on guys let's get out of here", I  noticed Scott and start wiping the paint off of my face. Scott trails behind his brothers and stops when he's in front of us. "ladies", he bows before giving a small smile towards me without making eye contact. I grinned a little attempting to not make my friends see. "Sc-, Wormer, you forgot your jacket on the swing," Roberta told him with a teeny tiny smile and pointing to her swing.

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