Chapter 4: Hey, Neighbor
Oh,
Well imagine,
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear,
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."
I'd chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of...
I’m at my desk spinning around on my chair, silently singing along to I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At the Disco, staring at Caiden’s number in my contacts. He said to call him. Did he mean once I was out of the hospital, or tomorrow? I guess I should just text him.
Hey it’s Arianna. *send*
My phone vibrated. I was expecting a reply text, but it said “Incoming Call: Caiden” Alright. I hit answer.
“Hey girlie!” I could almost see the smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes, but I had a smile on my face.
“Girlie? Really? That’s the nickname you come up for me?”
He sighed dramatically. “Fine. How about Button? Because you’re as cute as a button.” I felt my cheeks heat up. Does he know he has this effect on me?!
“I guess it’s better than girlie. Can’t argue there. I’m going to need to come up with a nickname for you though.” I bit my lip.
“How about ‘My Gorgeous Savior’?” I could tell he was holding in his laughter. Jerk!
I rolled my eyes. “You wish! I probably could have handled that whole situation by myself!”
He barked a laugh. “Good one.”
“Whatever. What time and place? You know, that is the reason I texted you in the first place. Let’s get this over with.” I muttered.
“Ouch! That one hurt. Sorry if I’m being all ignorant-“
“Wow that’s a big word for you!” I cut him off and plastered a smirk on my face.
“Hey, I’m trying to apologize. Don’t be all mean! I’m sorry. Anyways, how’s one o’clock at my place?”
“Sounds okay. Just text me your address.”
“Okay. See ya”
“Bye.”
I hung up. I got off my chair and over to my dock that my iPod is played in. I tugged out my iPod and put in into my bag. I suddenly felt a wave of sadness go through me at the loss of Brendon Urie’s voice.
I should go downstairs to make myself a sandwich. If my brother were here, he’d probably say, “Go make me a sandwich as I play some COD, woman!” Damn. Why are guys so sexist? How about they get off their lazy bums and make themselves a sandwich as we go polish our nails or something?
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Novela JuvenilArianna Smith always had a normal, content, teenage life until she lost her brother, also known as her best friend. After she lost him, her whole life turned upside down. She goes through many tragic events, more then any teenage girl should experi...
