A Little Trouble Will Do

Chapter Seven

Ellen's POV:
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Homework was not what I wanted to be doing Saturday night, but I didn't wan't to have to get it done Sunday either. No time like the present! I sat there scribbling my answers down fast when the phone rings.
I place my book down and walk over to see a familiar number. It was Damon's! I ignore it and walk back over to my couch. Suddenly, the home phone rings again.
It's Damon. I ignore it again. Just as I sit down, Damon calls again. Finally, I pick up.
"What do you want?"
"No mean to be so rude?"
"Why? You are always rude to me?"
"How?"
"By being the most annoying neighbor ever."
"You're even more annoying. How come I couldn't borrow the scissors."
"I barely know you."
He hung up. Thank God. I go to sit back down and after all of five minutes, the phone rings again. I sighed and stood up, walking over to see who it is. Damon. Again.
I pick up.
"Could you please stop?"
"No, not until you stop hanging up."
"You hung up! You're actually the dumbest person I've met."
"Same goes to you!" He hung up again.
Couldn't he just leave me alone?
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Ten minutes after I finish my homework, the phone rings again. I walk over just in case it isn't Damon and I'm glad to see Indigo's number. I sigh and pick the phone up.
"Hi!"
"Hi..."
"What's with the attitude?"
I run my hand through my hair. "Nothing. I'm just fed up with Damon..."
"What... did he stand you up on a date or something.
"Not in the mood, and no. He keeps calling."
"Did you stand him up."
I hang up. My phone then proceeds to ring and ring but I ignore it.
Finally, once it stops I get ready to go to bed.
"Cant Indigo just stop?" I mutter to myself, as I lean over to turn my lamp off. And as the room goes black I start to drift off to sleep.
•••

Kassidy's POV:
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I hopped in my car and sat in it for a while, afraid to start it and afraid to reach my destination. What if he stood me up? How would I take it? I wouldn't know until it happened. What if he confesses he doesn't like me.
That would be difficult.
Because I really, really like him.
What if he's scared of me now?
It could end today.
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I pulled into the ice ream parlor and sit in the rubble driveway. And then I see him. Standing there, waiting patiently, rocking on his heels nervously. I breathe and open the door and he immediately looks at me. Quickly catching my breathe as it gets caught in my throat, I walk forward.
"Hey stranger!" He smiles.
"Hey!" I reply.
Then, suddenly, and to me surprise he quickly goes in for a hug.
I accept it with open arms, but my heart to starts to beat like crazy; so much so it doesn't even seem to have a pattern anymore.
We walk into the little blue building together as the bell above rings. It's a quiet day and I could hear the fan spinning above us. We both oder, and bring our ice cream outside. We sit in silence while, the birds flying above us.
"So, about last night..."
This was it...
"Yea?"
"I didn't mean to- well I heard what- and the thing is- it's not that." He stuttered fumbling with his words trying to find the right one. I giggle a little and he looks at he.
"Look, I really like you Kassidy. Ever since we met I felt this connection. I feel like it's meant to be. I was drunk last night and I didn't mean to take it so fast. Truth is, I probably would have went for it even if I hadn't had a couple of drinks." He said, eyes growing wide with fear.
I breathed a sigh of relief, glad to hear he felt the same way.
"I like you a lot too." I admitted. His whole face lit up, making my cheeks grow all warm.
"Really?" He asked. "I thought you were too good for me."
"I thought you didn't like me, and I almost didn't come today." I admitted.
His dark eyes met mine. "I'm glad you did."
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Gia's POV:
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When Jay asked to sit down and talk it was usually not a good thing. This is what got me worried. I woke up to a text this morning from him asking to talk, and this immediately worried me. We sat on the couch in my apartment in total silence. Finally he cleared his throat in a gesture that meant he was getting ready to speak.
"I have something important to tell you." He said, looking at me.
I giggled. "I guessed."
"I really don't want to tell you."
"I guessed that too. You seem nervous."
"I- I'm moving."
"That can't be that bad, why were you scared to tell me? What state?"
"I'm not moving to a state." He spit out, face growing pale.
"Oh... well Canada?"
"No, Gia." He said, taking both my hands in his. "To... I'm... I'm moving to Australia."
"What?" I asked, unable to breathe. "What does that do to our future. We were going to get an apartment after college..."
"... Hopefully get married and have four kids. Yes, I know. But that's where I am going and that's where I am staying."
"Why?" I asked.
"You know my mother has't been well ever since my father..."
"Yes, I know."
"So, she wants to get away from this place. As far as possible. And as her son, it's my responsibility to go with her and make sure she is okay. Maybe one day I will return but that's a long way away."
"I want my life to be with you." I said, reduced to tears and almost in a whisper. I was choking in disbelief.
"I know, and I want my life to be with you." He paused. "Come with me."
"I can't. Kassidy and I promised we would always be there for each other. And I need to be near my mother."
Silence.
"No matter how long it takes I will wait for you, Jay."
"Just in case you can't, lets make the most in whatever time we have." He said, giving a weak smile as he began to cry.
•••

Dakota's POV:
***

Motor at my side as Ashley propped her elbows on my coffee table, reading my script.
"Jesus girl, you have a lot of lines."
"I know. I have to be off book in a week. Blaine and I kind of got off book the other day but hardly. We mostly talked the whole time."
"Blaine is the captain, right?"
"Yup, in my cast at least."
"Do you like him."
"As a friend, yes."
"I mean as more, don't give me that old generic answer."
"We'll I mean... no. Even if I did I couldn't. He dated my best friend back in the day."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Well, how long ago was that?"
"They broke up right before he left for college."
"How do you know all this?"
"He told me."
"That means he is trying to make it clear he is single."
"Okay genius."
"You could still go out with him."
"It seems wrong."
"So you do like him?"
"No."
"Would she be mad?"
"I don't know." I was starting to grow angry. "It was two years ago."
"You have to like him, you keep making excuses on why it'd be fine to date him."
"No I'm not."
"You just did."
The non-stop attack of words stopped so fast it almost sound like a knife had cleanly chopped through our conversation if that's what you'd even call it.
"I don't like him. I'm just speaking hypothetically."
"It's hard to get as serious about it as you just did when it's only hypothetical."
"So... I'm in college for acting..."
"Seemed to real for acting and dramatics to me."
Sudden stop again. All you could hear was the thumping on Motor's tail on a single leg on the coffee table. I stood, picked up my tea, sat on the couch and took a sip. I thought about it for a minute. What if I did like him?
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Elsa's POV:
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The Sunday morning light shot through the window, giving out room comforting, natural light. A plane roared overhead and the birds sand outside.
"Whatcha' doing?" Lily asked, sitting right next to me.
"Nothing."
"Oh, you must be doing something. You've had your nose in that phone all day."
"I'm texting people."
"People, or a person." Lily asked, raising an eyebrow. I gave her a look of disbelief.
"How'd you know it was just 'a person.'"
"Oh please I know everything. You haven't been the Elsa I knew when we first met since that boy came into your life. You've been all out of it. I often catch you staring out the window as if you are waiting for him to just walk up to the front door, walk inside and meet you up here."
"You are creepy, you know that?"
"No, I'm just an observer."
She then quickly snatched my phone from my hands.
"Give me that-"
"Are you freaking kidding me? You're texting him about algebra homework?"
"Yea, so?"
"So, SO? You want real conversation don't you? Have you ever flirted."
"I have only had one boy friend."
"Really?"
"Well, I liked Girard even a year after he moved."
"Wow, you were committed to this crush weren't you?"
"Yes, I was."
"Seems so. I've had five boyfriends in the past six years."
"Really?"
"Yea. I know all about flirting want a couple tips?"
"I mean I guess so but-"
She then stared typing on my phone.
"Lily, what are you doing?"
"Oh, he just texted you so I'm answering."
"What?! Lily no!"
Too late. She sent it.
"What did you say?"
"He said 'Want to grab a bite to eat later?'
So I replied: 'Sorry, I'm busy. But I'd love to some other time.' With a winky face."
"What the heck, I am available later!"
"So what? You can't seem to desperate. The number one rule is USUALLY be available. Not constantly. It makes you seem desperate."
"Okay genius whatever you say." I reply, grabbing my phone back. I was hoping I'd get to see him today, but I can wait. I could wait as long as I needed for him.