Seven Minutes To Goodbye

Chapter Two

Wendy-

I have this bad habit of pulling all nighters often. They normally consist of playing video games or going on the internet. But, last night's was different. Instead of having all those electronics in my face.. I had the stregnth to get up and pace my bedroom thinking. Maybe too much? Yeah, I know, what could anyone possibly be thinking about at 3 a.m.? Well to be truthfully honest.. a lot. And it wasn't just about how great or awkward Warped had started off. It was more of what was about to happen in 10 hours when I went over to Brady's. Brady had the habbit of teasing me pretty often about how I was always single. That truthfully never bothered me to be honest. I mean single was the right choice for me at the moment. But to Brady it was his right choice to tease me about it. I actually got used to the fact this happened often so I just let Jordan do whatever she did to him to get his squidhead to shut up.

Anyways, off topic here. I was really thinking about how things would turn out when I got there. Would Brady embarass me? Would Jordan stop herself from saying something she'd regret? Would they even be there at all, or would they just go upstairs and leave Timmy and I awkwardly sat in the basement? Whatever they did.. I wasn't gonna find it to be the right decision, but.. It was just whatever kept one from killing another. In other words.. If they stayed  with us.. Brady would probably not make it back upstairs ever again.

So, other from 3 a.m. wonders.. Its actually about 6 a.m. and right now, I just had complete hatrid for all nighters and my unable to fall asleepness. But, what could I really do? I mean.. I just had become accustomed to these late night thoughts and wrongful jitters. Maybe trying to sleep now wouldn't hurt right now? I mean its not like I can do much  at 6 a.m. while I was expected asleep by my parents. So, I tried.. And after half an hour.. I had managed to fall asleep. Just not so peacefully. So, I slept a couple hours.. And when I say a couple I mean..11:59..I guess an early start just wasn't gonna be my thing this summer. I got up with the door creaking open. My parents had gone to work, which was a pretty good thing.

The explaining process of getting ready is pretty useless, so lets skip to the part where I slipped my shoes on about ready to walk out the door when my brother ruins the moment. "Where ya going kiddo?" He questioned, blocking my only way out the door. "Out. Now move." He shook his head, groaning, no. "Andy, move!" I pestered, trying to move him out of the way. "Sucks being weaker doesn't it?" He sarcasted. "Where are you going?" He questioned once more. "It's 12:30 P.M.! I don't think this time really concerns you." "Hey, I don't make the rules. Mom wanted me to look after you and I plan on doing so." "Well, there's a first time for everything isn't there?" I questioned, rolling my eyes. "Wendy, just answer my question and I'll let you go. You think I'd actually listen to mom? So, what are you going to do? Drugs? Your hipster bull shit?" "For the record.. I don't do drugs and I'm not hipster. I'm going to Brady's." "Oh yeah, that's right.. That Timmy kid is back in town isn't he?" "How'd you know that?" "There's this cool website called Twitter, you should check it out some time squirt." He said, messing with my hair, before he walked off with a satisfied smirk on his face. I muttered something under my breath, but its useless explaining it to you. I decided to call Timmy since hearing voices wouldn't hurt for once. "Hello?" Timmy answered, sounding as if he'd just woken up with his croaky morning voice. "Hey Timmy, it's Wendy. I'll be over in a few minutes alright?" "Oh uh, yeah! That sounds awesome, see you then!" He quickly said, before hanging up.

Timmy-

Shit! Shit! Shit! I didn't have enough time! I still had to shower and dammit, why did I freaking over sleep! I got off the couch speed walking to the bathroom, quickly jumping in the shower before she had gotten here. Within 15 minutes I was out of the shower, drying up my hair and other things. "God dammit!" I groaned, realizing I had entered the bathroom without any clothes. I walked out, holding the towel, against my body, trying to find some decent clothes in my luggage. Once I found skinny jeans and a whatever random tanktop, I walked back to the bathroom, only to be locked out. I pounded on the door trying to get someone to open it. "I need to use the damn bathroom!" I protested behind the door. "Just hold on!" I heard Jordan say, sounding agitated at my comment. I groaned in frustration, waiting anxiously. "Jordan, hurry up! Wendy could be here any minute!" "Oh, so that's why your in such a rush?" She questioned, cheekily. I rolled my eyes, "Just hurry up, please!" I groaned. At the exact moment she opened door, some idiot opposed to Brady, ran by, pulling the wet towel off my body. "Dammit, Brady! I don't have time for this!" I yelled, realizing Jordan was still in front of me with a huge smile on her face. "Don't get any damn ideas Jordan! Nothing like that is going to happen!" "What do you mean?" She questioned smirking. I fiddled for the towel, covering what I had left of my pride, closing the bathroom door, and changing. When I came back out with a decent apperance, I heard the giggling and laughter of company. I was dear to god hoping Brady or Jordan wouldn't embarass me. I came out of the darkness in slight embarassment, fiddling with my gauge just to ignore the fact Brady nor Jordan hadn't left Wendy's side yet. Brady looked up with that satisfied smirk of his. "Oh, hey Timmy. Nice to see your finally up." He said, looking back at Wendy who looked up at me with a sincere smile. "Hey Timmy." She greeted. "Hey." I happily replied, ignoring Brady's expressive emotions. "Well then.." Jordan started off.

Wendy-

"Brady and I will be back in the back if you need anything. Won't we babe?" "Uhm, yeah sure." He quickly said, with a widening smile, as he got up with Jordan walking off like a legit couple. "So, uh.. I heard you had a little incident." I started off awkwardly. "Yeah, Brady thought it'd be funny to erm, .. Pull my towel down."  "But, besides from that! How about you and I go on a little walk? Or drive. We can go get something to eat if you wanna.." "That sounds great, but I didn't bring any cash with me." I  said, patting my hands against my empty pockets. "Don't worry about, I got ya." He smiled. "Are you sure? I wouldn't feel to right about that." I said a bit hesitant. "I'm positive, don't worry. Lets just get out of here before Jordan or Brady tells you anything else about me." He told me, as we both got up heading for the door. To be completely honest, the car ride wasn't that awkward, we had a pretty decent conversation for the first time in a long while. It was kind of like we never drifted apart in the first place. It was just when we got to Taco Bell.. I didn't think things would get as hectic as I had thought. We sat across from each other waiting for food that I thought would never come. I started scrolling through useless feed on my twitter just because I had felt that awkward. "Hey, I'll be right back, I've gotta pee." He quickly said, flushing red of embarassment, realizing he'd just said all of that out loud. I just nodded my head with a sincere smile, leaving him to do what he had to do. At that exact moment when he left, was the time I started getting billions of notifications on Twitter, with people I didn't even know, questioning why he was 'with a girl like me'. I even started getting ones that were a bit harsh and insulting. "Hey, are you dating that Timmy guy?" I was pulled out of cyberbulling for a couple seconds before I looked up and saw a random girl standing patiently in front of me. I shook my head, disagreeing.  "Are you sure? Because you both look like-" ;"Were not going out." I stated loud and clear once more. She just quit talking after I cut her off. "Well.. You two would look cute together if you were." She awkwardly stated before walking off in a hurry, barely giving me the time to nod my head as a silent 'thank you'.  I didn't believe it and I didn't believe all the notifications I was still getting from who knows what reason. By the time I had just completed every tweet as spam, Timmy came back with a slight smile appeared on his face as he sat down with the tray of tacos and burritos. "You alright?" He questioned, already stuffing his face. I looked up at him hesitantly. "I'm fine." I told him faking a quick smile. He didn't look to thrilled by my answer, but I didn't care to explain what reason I was faking a smile for. An hour passed and during that time we had talked a lot about everything that we used to do together and everything we should've done. We laughed and sighed at every little detail that we had done. "Why were we that stupid?" I questioned, still slightly laughing. He shurgged his shoulders. "We were still growing up.. What could we really do that our parents actually 'wanted' us to do?" He questioned. I shrugged. "Why don't you say we head out and drive around for a bit?" "Haven't you wasted enough gas for today?" "Never enough to waste." He smirked, getting up dragging me along with him. Once we had gotten back in the car and back to driving, it wasn't to my surprise Timmy still hadn't gotten it off of his mind. You know from earlier.. When I said I was 'fine', he knew me better than that. He knew I was bugged about something. And as any other problem.. It was just one I rather forget ever existed. "So, do you wanna tell me what's bothering you?" He questioned, keeping his eye sight on the road. "Nothing, I'm fine." I told him, shrugging my shoulders. "We both know that's a lie, Wendllyn." I cringed once more at the name. "You know I hate that." "And you know I hate when you don't tell me things, so spill it Wendllyn." "You have a lot of fans don't you? Here in Indiana?" "I'm assuming so yes, but what do they have to do with that?" "I don't know, I just sort of found it weird that one of them came up to me.. When we were at Taco Bell." "So? What's wrong with that?" "She asked if we were going out. And that if we weren't we would still be a 'cute' couple." "Oh.." "How would they know we were even there? I mean.. they don't stalk you like other girls do with One Direction or Justin Bieber." "No, they don't, but they do read my tweets. I don't see what's wrong with her asking that though, I mean.. Its just a question." "But to randomly come up to one and ask? I find that pretty odd or pretty sureal that someone has to guts to ask that." "Don't worry about them.. They're just curious and wanna make sure they get their facts straight." I never understood how he never got mad or weirded out about something like that.. I mean.. I kinda just found it to be personal business, but.. that was just my opinion.