Paper Airplanes {Corey Haim}

Two~Maid Of Honor

Corey and I stood in awe of the burnt down kitchen that was part of my parent's house. I hurried inside dragging Corey behind me.
Sitting around the coffee table was my mom and dad, Edward, some creepy dude and the witch Heather.

"Well, Hi", I said sarcastically to the crowd. "Sit down", my father ordered and we did so. "So...what uh..happened?", I asked.
"Heather happened.", Edward said, thus earning dirty looks from his older sister. "Well I'll be! Sarah Jane...Swayze.", Heather said. She doesn't consider me family because of the adoption.

"So, the kitchen. What happened?", Corey asked. "Heather set it on fire.", a rustic southern voice of my grandfather answered. He walked into the room and sat down. "Tryin' to get our attention. She's got it now.", he added.

"Well, this is Lucky", Heather said pointing to the man beside her, "we're getting married. I tried to call last night and tell but in person is better." My father looked ready to shoot both Heather and Lucky. "He's 10 years older than you. And what's his job?", My father asked loudly.
"Slipped on pee pee at the dollar store. Don't have to work a day in my life.", Lucky siad. He was down-south southern.

"Well, what's this got to do with me?", I asked. "You're the maid of honor!", Heather said. I looked at my father. We both knew she was never this nice....unless she was after or wanted something.

"Ok...this meeting is over. Back to reality people.", my father said. "I gotta go film Ghost.", he added. I nodded, "we got places to go.", I added.

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Corey's PVP
On the car ride to the studios, SJ sat in the passenger side. Mad as fire. She say arms and let's crossed and her fingernails digging into her shirt and probably into her skin. I think she would've cut herself if I hadn't grabbed her hand and held it.

"You okay?", I asked. She nodded angrily. "What's wrong?", I asked.
"Heather!", she practically hissed.
"What...happened between you girls?", I asked.

SJ inhaled sharply. "She was engaged to this guy, I was really close to him, his name was Buck. He got mouth cancer and couldn't eat and while he was laying dying, she was runnin' round on him! So when I found out we hashed it out, we dont like each other.", she replied.

"Oh....SJ I'm sorry.", I said really meaning it. "Dont apologize, it's her who owes it.", she said.

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Heathers PVP
"She makes me sick! That Sarah Jane! Always so perfect with that perfect face, eyes, voice, hair and teeth! She's admired by every girl and in every boys dream. She makes millions! And that boyfriend! He's so good to her and so good looking. She's treated more like family than me and she's adopted. It's not fair!"

"What this Sarah Jane ever do to ya?", Lucky asked as we drove down the highway. "She made a fool of me! She's treated so night and mighty! So what if she's gave half of her money to charity and is a trailblazer and talented! I'm just as good, she's a penniless orphan is reality.", I shouted.

"You're jealous!", Lucky said. "So what! I gotta get back to her! But how?.....Take what matters most! That boyfriend Corey Haim!", i said thinking out loud.

"You can count me out! I'm not stealing a girls boyfriend, nope. Not that girls! She didn't do a thingy to yas!", Lucky said.

"Let me out of the car!"

Lucky did as told and pulled over. "You can't say a word to anybody! Keep it to yourself!" ,I yelled. I jumped out. I waved Lucky away.

Now I had to walk.

That girl is gonna learn, learn she isn't adored by all! That boyfriend can learn to love me. That girl isn't the "golden child" to me.

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Sarah Janes POV
10:11 PM

I was sitting at my house with a script in my lap. My close friend River, River Phoenix. We'd been working together for years. He was on the floor looking at my record collection and trying to find something to listen to.

"Girl, why do you have so much Elvis and George Michael?", he asked laughing. "Because I just do!", I laughed.

He put on New Kids On The Block, and attempted to sing along. I shook my head and laughed. The phone rang and I walked over to get it.
"Swayze."
"Sarah Jane", a familiar voice said.
"Heather", I answered.
"Let's get lunch sometime. We need to...chat."