Stolen · An Emblem3 FanFic

11. what a great family you have

"So, tell me about yourself. Cathy's parents won't be home for another two hours so we might as well get to know eachother."

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"Okay, well, my name is Catherine. I'm fifteen," my mind went blank. I had no idea what to tell her.

She must've caught on that I was lost because the next thing I know she's telling me her life story.

"I'm Jesse, obviously. I go to the school that's right down this street. My mom works at a salon about five miles away. My dad-" I stopped listening.

I know she means well, but I really don't want to listen to her talk for half an hour.

You know the whole time I've been here, I haven't really taken in what she looks like.

Blonde hair down to her bellybutton. She's a little taller than me, 5'5" maybe. Thin as a twig.

Dang, I wish I looked like her. She's gorgeous. Everything is perfectly proportioned on her face and-

"Catherine?" She looked at me like I was going insane.

"Oh, sorry, I kind of zoned out," I said as cool as I could.

In a heartbeat she flashed a bright white smile at me and said, "It's okay. I was just asking where you're from."

"Where I'm from?" Okay, so I was hesitating because you aren't suppose to tell strangers where you live. I mean for all I know she could be working with John.

She looked at me with pleading eyes. She really wants me to tell her.

"I live in Chillicothe, Ohio," I said to relieve myself of all the pressure.

"That's so cool! That's where my grandparents live. Well, where they use to live. My grandma died a couple years ago and then we have no idea what happened to my grandpa. He just disappeared. But maybe you know them, Martha and John Johnson?"

Something about those names seems familiar. I think I read something about them in the newspaper.

"They're names sounds familiar. Do you have a picture of them?"

"Yeah, I keep a picture of them on my phone. Me and my grandparents were really close. Here let me find it," she said as she got up an ran to another room to grab her phone.

After a minute she came back and plopped herself back on the couch we were sitting on. She started tapping at her phone in search of the picture.

"Here it is!" She handed me the phone.

I took the phone from her and looked at the picture.

No way. No stinking way. It was John. John was her grandpa.

"I'm assuming you know them?" she questioned my expression.

"Uh, yeah, they were uh close family friends you could uh say."

Wow, Catherine. Way to play it cool.

"Oh, you must feel the same way as me. You probably miss them a lot too." She looked like she was about to cry.

"Yep, we miss them a lot," I tried to sound sad about it.

"I couldn't believe my grandpa would just leave all of us like that. He just ran away. Never to be seen or heard from again." Now the waterworks started coming.

She sat there crying. What do I do? I barely know the girl and John is her grandpa.

I reached over and brought her into a hug. I tried to comfort her but this was just too awkward.