Fire Girl [COMPLETED]

Part 12

Part 12

I was too busy helping out Ryan that I had forgotten to check out my phone.

There were 5 missed calls from Tom's number and several messages.

Hey Stacey, Are you mad on me?

Why aren't you picking up my calls?

Hlo?

Yuhoo! Stacey???

I couldn't help but laugh at his silly messages.I texted him back.

Sorry Tom. Was lil busy.... : )

Immediately Tom called me.

"Hello" I said.

"Stacey Reynolds. Where did you go? I was worried sick." He replied on the other end.

He was worried sick? About me?

"Haven't you seen the news yet?" he asked anxiously.

"Umm no, something wrong?" I asked travelling to my living room to turn on the TV.

"There was a minor fire accident at the shoe factory this afternoon." He said.

"Tom...I was at school this afternoon. You thought that I caused the accident?" I asked now a bit annoyed.

"No, it was on the headlines and .....I thought...... maybe you might have accidently....done something" he trailed on.

"Tom, please stop thinking such nonsense and do try to understand that I am not responsible for every fire accident that occurs in this country!" I slightly shouted at him.

"Hey, Relax, I only wanted to check. I called and texted and you didn't even answer. I was naturally worried." I said.

His voice was low and full of deep concern that was melting my anger by now.

"Thank you for your concern. I am fine. Just had a busy eve, that's all." I said feeling quite bad that I have shouted at him.

"Okay. Good night" he said.

"Good night Tom." I said. Click. The call ended.

All these years, I had only wished that Tom would feel the same way that I felt for him. But now, I get angry when he is concerned about me. What a weird girl you are, Stacey!

My phone gave a jingle.

Message from Tom Westorio

Smile Fire girl! You look beautiful when you smile.

I smiled at his message.

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Today was Saturday and I have got the whole day to myself. My day began with me making my own breakfast. Mom and Dad had left to work as usual. After breakfast I cleaned my room and did the laundry. These were my typical Saturday chores. By 11 am, I put on my favorite baseball cap, took my guitar and headed outside.

There was this place, not very far from my neighborhood. A place, hidden from the road by various tall trees and other outgrowths.

It was meant to be a little shopping complex, but the construction was stopped after some legal issues. Since then, it was forgotten by almost all. I found it one day, on one of my biking rounds around the neighborhood. It was a silent place, now a shelter to various song birds.

It was a wonderful place, my kind of place, a place where I would go to practice my guitar. I went to the terrace of the building and started practicing my guitar chords. After an hour or so, I saw a blue car entering down the road. I got up and leaned on the terrace wall to see who it was. The car stopped on before the building. One look at the person who climbed out of it and I knew who it was. Tom Westorio.