The Never Ending Sleepover

Chapter 2

I was sitting on the bus, with an empty seat next to me, just waiting to get home for the weekend.  My phone vibrated and I opened it and it was a text from my dad; Are you almost home?

I texted back; Yeah, I’m on the bus now, be home in five.

Why is my dad asking if I’m almost home? He knows what time I come home every single day.

I guess I won’t know until I’m home. I looked out the window and watched this girl, in all pink and white running attire, running with her golden retriever. But we passed them.

Moments later, we came to a stop by a few trees. The creepy old man bus driver opened up the doors. I stood up, with my all black Michael Kors bag, and walked out of the bus. A few other people came out to, all going in different directions.

“Ann!”

I turned around seeing a very attractive guy looking at me. He had brown hair, blue eyes, perfect build. Why did this attractive monkey know my name?  

He finally caught up with me and said “I found this in lunch.”

I looked down at his hands, which were yummy if I might add, he was holding my school ID.

Disappointed, I took my ID from him, and muttered thanks. That’s how he knew my name, because it was on the ID with a picture.

It probably fell out of my pocket when Chris banged into me.

He put his hands in his jean pockets and said “Anytime. I guess I’ll let you get to your boyfriend.”

I smiled and said “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

He smiled and said “Then would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?”

“Yeah I would like that.”

He pulled out a black marker and took my hand and wrote Jake 879-4524

“I’ll pick you up at eight.” And he walked away.

I smiled, turned around and walked home.

About six minutes later, I was walking up my black top driveway.

I saw my dad’s red Chevrolet truck, but also the familiar big white escalade that belonged to Chris Rodgers.

What is he doing here?

As I walked closer and closer to the door, I also saw a silver Camry parked in my driveway.

Who does that belong to?

I walked up my porch steps, turned the knob and opened the door. I took a few steps in my house and saw my dad pacing, on the couch was a man in a suit, briefcase in hand. Also, sitting on my couch was Chris Rodgers, still looking like he’s been crying for days.

Just then I noticed the papers all over my coffee table.

My dad finally realized I’m home and said “Ann close the door please.”

I more of slammed the door and said “What’s going on?”

My dad gestured for me to sit on the folding chair he set up for me. I slowly walked over to the chair, sat down and repeated “What’s going on?”

Chris looked at me and said “My parents are dead Belle.”

I almost smiled at the fact that Chris called me Belle. Chris and I have known each other our whole lives. Of course he knew that Belle was my all time favorite Disney princess. When I was little all I wore was the big yellow belle dress and a crown.

Every since I was little he’s called me Belle. I haven’t heard it in such a long time though.

Wait, his parents are dead. Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers, the two people that treated me like their own are dead.

A few tears escaped my eyes without my permission. I can’t imagine what Chris was going through.

I opened my mouth and barley said “How?”

“Car accident” Said my father.

Chris spoke again, “The didn’t come home Wednesday night, I just thought they were out for my father’s birthday…”

He whipped away a few tears and continued “Then today the guidance counselor called me down…”

He then started sobbing. I felt so bad for him, even though we haven’t talked in a while.

The main in the suit began to speak “Are you all ready to go through the will?”

I honestly forgot he was here. He was here to read the will.

I opened my mouth “Shouldn’t that be in front of Chris’s family?”

The man said “Nope, Mr. Rodgers wrote that you three were the only people he wanted here.”

Confused I looked up at my dad, he barley whispered “Go on Mr. Hanson.”

“Before we start, I am very sorry about your loss.”

He was shuffling through some papers, picked one up, and read “My life-long friend Jim Anderson will get complete custody of my only son Chris Rodgers.”

My jaw dropped to the ground, my dad’s eyes almost fell out.

And Chris walked out.