Chapter 6 - Scary Stories OOOOOOoooooooooo, BOO!
As I sat in my room, trying to concentrate on the third, bottle of Gin, I was really trying hard to listen out for my truck. I would have thought, even over the pounding rain, I could have heard the engine's roar. I stumbled across the room tripping twice, before peeking out the curtain. It was suddenly there. How’d he do that!
Before I knew it, Friday was here and I wasn't looking forward to it. Boy, was I right. Of course there were the fainting comments. Which SO didn’t happen? I sobered, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Luckily, Malibu had kept his mouth shut, and no one seemed to know about Eduardo's involvement. But Bourbon did have a lot of questions about lunch, though.
"So like what did Eduardo Doritos want yesterday?" Bourbon asked in Trig, with a touch of vinegar.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "He never really got to the point."
"You looked kind of mad," she fished.
"But I always look mad; I would have been more surprised if you had said, I looked sane or that I stopped singing with bluebirds." I kept my expression blank. Blinking a few times, to focus on my surroundings.
"You know, sometimes I don’t understand anything you say.” Bourbon said.
“Well, you are a girl with a simple Bottle, I mean mind.”
“I've never seen him sit with anyone but his family before. That was weird."
"Weird," I agreed. “Weird that you can’t follow a simple conversation. I can and I’m a duck, I mean drunk.” She seemed annoyed; she flipped her dark curls impatiently.
The worst part about Friday was that, even though I knew he wasn't going to be there, I still hoped. When I walked into the cafeteria with Bourbon and Malibu, I couldn't keep from looking at his table, where Rosemary, Aliss, and Casper the friendly ghost sat talking, with their heads close together. And I couldn't stop the gloom that engulfed me as I realized I didn't know how long I would have to wait before I saw him again. OH WOE IS ME! I’m just a poor wee drunk, in need of a man. OH WOE IS ME.
At my usual table, everyone was full of our plans for the next day. Malibu was animated again, putting a great deal of trust in the local weatherman who promised sun tomorrow. I'd have to see that before I believed it. Maybe it was time to get my voodoo dolls out again. But, it was warmer today almost sixty. Maybe the outing wouldn't be completely miserable. As long as I remember to pack my trusty nip maybe another...just in case.
That night over slop or dinner, as I tried to find a little friend for Nip, Sharlie seemed enthusiastic about my trip to La Push in the morning. Almost a little too enthusiastic, I wonder if he’s having a woman over, or guy.
"Dad, do you know a place called Goat cake, Goat Rocks or something like that? I think its south of Mount Rain, rain and more rain." I asked casually.
"Yeah, why?"
I shrugged. "Some kids were talking about camping there."
"It's not a very good place for camping." He sounded surprised." Too many wet beavers. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice place if you’re single and care free, but not a place for kids.”
"Oh," I murmured. "Maybe I should just go up there and have a look-see."
I meant to sleep in, but an unusual brightness woke me. I opened my eyes to see a clear yellow light streaming through my window. (Hisssssssssssss, it burns us, it burns.) I couldn't believe it. I wondered to the window to check, and sure enough, there was the sun. It was in the wrong place in the sky, too low, and it didn't seem to be as close as it should be, but it was definitely the sun. Clouds ringed the horizon, but a large patch of blue was visible in the middle. Blah! Not very emo. How was I supposed to sulk with a squint!
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