Rejecting Hope (Old Copy)

Chapter Five - "Lacey The Artist!" </3

(Lacey)

"Just... lovely." Crossing my arms, I kick the tire of my car in utter frustration. Which of course, that of all things causes it to suddenly stutter and deflate. Spiting out a curse underneath my breath, I run over to Ariana's driveway and look back upon my... most recent masterpiece. Because needless to say, I had completely destroyed that poor boys yard.

The wooden plank that had once held up the mailbox was now splintered in half and the mail was now left littered all across the ground. As for the actual mailbox... I had not a single clue as to where that had went. I tore up his grass, unraveled the dirt and soil and had even managed to run over a few of his trees. "Yup, I am definitely getting grounded for this one later." Laughing a bit guiltily, I look over at my destroyed car. I shake my head, "Man, I really need to be more careful with these sort of things." Spinning around I just shrug it off, there's nothing I can do about it now.

I sprint up to Ariana's door and pound my fist hard against it. "Yo Aria! Open up!" I wait a while, no response. I bring my fist up again and pound even harder and longer this time and there's still no response. At the moment I'm fed up and I draw back to lift my leg up. I'm ready to kick down the door when suddenly, I stop myself. The last time that I had did that, my mother had me work at Steak and Shake for two months straight until I could pay them back for their replacement. So instead, I walk back around the corner of the two story pearl white house. I try my best to make sure that I don't step on any of the roses in Ariana's garden. For she loves this garden so much and it was the last thing that she had left from her mother in this world and if anything were to happen to it, she'd die. Once I got to that stupid ole sycamore tree between her and Hope's room I glared at it.

Man did I pick the wrong day to wear stilettos. I'm seriously reconsidering the idea of just going back and breaking down the door for a few minutes. But instead I huff out a frustrated sigh as I start to climb up the tall tree. Clenching the first branch, I hoist myself up. "You know, ugh." I grab the second branch as a leaf falls on my face. "Arie, you are one weird bitch. I mean, most girls that are your age would take the advantage of the situation that you have. They would date the hottest guy in the entire school and they would confess to that boy that they've known and have been head over heels in love with since they were like... oh I don't know... five! AGH!" I slip as the branch beneath me suddenly cracks and falls off. I swing myself onto the branch that I am clutching for dear life and I can't help but to think, man... I really need to lay off those Debbie's.

"I mean seriously Ariana! Put this tree to good use! You two use it all of the time just to swing into each others rooms to fight all of the time! Ha, If you were normal teenagers, then you'd be swinging into each others rooms just to have a little fun at night if you know what I mean!" I heave out a breath, annoyed. "Seriously though, I'm glad that you don't do that. Because I don't want to have to babysit any little children or anything anytime soon. But still, why can't... you two...*huff*... just get along?"

"Maybe it's because it's none of your business." I hear a voice come from above. Looking up, I see Ariana sitting upon her windowsill. "Why you little bitch! You were here the entire time! Heck, you answer your door about as well as you answer you God damn phone. Why didn't you answer your door?" In response Ariana just puts a hand to her forehead and tilts her head away from me exhausted. "Oh I don't know, maybe I'd just thought that it'd be funny to see you climb up the tree in stilettos." I glared at her and her sarcasm, I was really just about to slap that hoe in the face. Ariana giggles at my temper, she takes out a rope and throws it down to me.

"Oh, Romeo! Where art thou Romeo?" She exclaims as I catch the rope.

"Oh, shut up! That ain't funny!" I yell out as I climb up the side of her house. Once I make my way through the window I lay upon her bed and I gasp in my desperate need for air. "Don't you mean, that 'isn't' funny?" Ariana giggles and I couldn't help but to smile at her, "Why you little Grammar Nazi!" I stick my tongue out and she shoots her hand up in the air as she exclaims "Hail Hitler Grammar!" then burst out into a fit of laughter as she falls down upon the bed besides me. "Are you really that exhausted? Come on fatty! You need to work out more!" Aria laughs as she pokes at my stomach. I sit up and slap her hand away.

"Bitch, and to think that I was worried about you!" Ariana tilts her head to the side and as she sits up. "I'm sorry." She whispers looking so sad, I take her by the head and bring her in for a hug. "Nothing to it kid. Don't worry your pretty little mind over me." I can feel her smile against my shoulder as I begin to ask. "So why didn't you answer the door?"

"Oh, I um... I thought that you were Hope." She shrugs and gets up to walk over to her desk, rearranging all of her little trinkets and such. Something's bothering her and no matter how cheery she tries to come off, I could see through her facade. I mean she's my Arie and I've always been able to read her like a book. Standing up slowly, I walk over to her and grab her by the shoulders."Oh, Come on." I say as I shake her a bit and then grab her wrist, I drag her towards the bedroom door. "Wait! Where are we going?" laughing now, I throw back a smile. "You'll find out soon enough!" Winking at her, I no longer cared about what the fight was about this time. All that I cared about was keeping her happy. "Lacey!" she exclaimed, she never did like my surprises. Turning back around, I look at her, "Oh, also can we borrow your families car? "What? W-wait... why?" The words had slipped out of her mouth very slowly. "My car kind of had an... accident."

"What kind of incident?"

"Um, lets just say that my car doesn't like Hopes yard very much."

She stops mid pace, pulls her hand down and forces me to turn around and look at her.

"What?" I say as I shrug nonchalantly, awaiting her question.

"Lacey, what did you do?" A smile slowly creeps it's way across her face. It is a
smile of humor and curiosity and I laugh as I snatch her hand away one last time. "Come on Chica! You'll find out soon enough!" Groaning, she joins me as we walk out the front door and into the ever streaming sunlight.

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Authors Note - I got the idea of the two houses being separated by a tree from a movie called "It's a Boy Girl thing." So if you've seen that movie, than you have a general idea.