Imprint in Time

Chapter Twenty-One

Wow. I just noticed that I put how Tiffany told John about Brad kissing her twice. (Kinda confusing ain't it?) Oh well. I'll try to fix it here. If not, just pretend that Tiffany only told John once. Huh. You notice a lot of stuff when you read your own story. Haha. Any who, here's chapter twenty-one. :)

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Chapter Twenty-One

Tiffany’s P.O.V.

As I walked up the steps to my grandma’s house, I paused for a second. Didn’t I tell John that Brad kissed me earlier? And he seemed like he was just hearing it for the first time. Well, maybe he didn’t hear me. I looked back at John and he was sitting in the car looking bored out of his mind. And a little mad actually. Hmm, maybe he’s getting Alzheimer’s at an early age. That isn’t possible though is it? I stopped thinking about that as I started walking again. A couple of seconds later, the door opened.

“Hi, Tiffany. What can I do for ya?” grandma said.

“I was thinking we could talk. Again,” I said, blushing.

“Honey, don’t worry about it. You can come over anytime you need to,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said as I walked into the house.

“Coffee?” she said.

“No, thanks. I don’t drink coffee,” I said.

Isn’t coffee for old people anyway?

“Ok. Would you like a soda?” she said.

“Um, sure. Dr. Pepper will do,” I said.

“I’m sorry. I only have coke,” she said.

“That’s fine. I’ll have a coke then,” I said.

“Ok,” she said. She walked into the kitchen. I started walking around the house looking at everything. She had an old-timey cuckoo clock, a blue vase with a rose in it, and other knick-knacks. I saw a photograph of a little girl that looked just like me. She looked to be about 4 or 5 , her hair was up in pigtails and she had on a blue dress. To the left of her, was her mother, I was guessing. I picked it up and studied it.

“That’s your mother,” she said. She startled me so I almost dropped the picture.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said.

“It’s ok. Did you say that that’s my mom?” I said.

“Yes, she was 5 at the time. She didn’t like wearing dresses. That’s why she has a scowl on her face,” she said.

“I don’t like dresses either,” I said.

“You must get that from her,” she said, smiling.

“I wish I could remember her,” I said. “What was she like?”

“She was a tomboy. She liked to climb trees. She hated Barbie dolls. One of her friends got her a Barbie doll for her birthday and she told me she wanted baseball cards. Can you imagine an 8 year old girl wanting baseball cards?” she said.

“No, I can’t,” I said.

“This must be upsetting you. Why don’t you tell me the reason you wanted to come see me today,” she said.

“Oh, you’re not upsetting me. But the reason I came over here, is because I have some boy trouble,” I said.

“Boy trouble?” she said. She started laughing. “I thought it was something serious!”

“This IS serious!” I said.

“I’m sorry. Continue,” she said.

“It’s just, I can’t choose between Brad and John,” I said.

“Now, is Brad the werewolf?” she said.

“Right. He’s my ex,” I said.

“Well, I can’t choose for you, sweetie. Just listen to your heart. But just remember, the longer you wait on choosing, the harder it will be for you to stay with John. You need to change into a werewolf soon if John is who you want to be with. If it’s Brad, you don’t have to do anything,” she said.

“This is hard,” I said. “When I kissed Brad, it was nothing compared to my kisses with John. There was something else there, but I can’t put my finger on it,”

“Just think about it for a couple of days. The answer will come to you,” she said.

“You know what? I think it just did,” I said.

When I got in the car, John said, “Tiffany, I need to tell you something,” he said.

“What?” I said.

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want you to change into a werewolf,” he said.

“What?” I said, shocked.

“I would rather stay friends with you than to have you change into one of those creatures just to be with me. It’s not worth it,” he said.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” I said.

“Just promise me that you won’t change,” he said.

“John, I don’t……….”

“Promise,” he said.

“Ok. Fine. I promise,” I said. OHH BOY, I said to myself.