A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 6: The Park of Drama

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Chapter 6: The Park of Drama

 Lucky Miller Park looked just like the one behind our house, only the wood was much stronger and wasn’t so old and moldy looking. It didn’t have a tire swing, which reminded me of the time me and Olivier were playing on the tire swing when he pulled my hair, and started crying that it was too fast. I simply pushed him off the tire swing and his parents didn’t let us go to the park together ever again. I believe the park is still there, but I haven’t gone to it in awhile.

   “Prue look.” Susan pointed at the slide. “It’s real!” she cheered, jumping up and down. Why does it matter so much? it’s just a slide that twists around.

“Whatever, just don’t forget to meet at the clock stand next to the bench, when it’s six,” I said, looking down at her.

“Ok” she chirped, running towards the slide and stopping at her tracks. “Prue.” she said in a low tone.

“What? You’re wasting time.” I replied. She ran toward me and gave me a hug, saying “thank you” softly before running back to the slide.

Ok...

I sat down on the cement and looked up at sky, thinking about yesterday and what Jordan said.

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 “Would you go out with Olivier, Jordan?"

Olivier stopped right behind. “Prue!” he whined, shaking my shoulders. I grabbed his hand and pushed him to Jordan.

“I’ve read countless of manga where the guys are happy with guys, because they know they will be enough.” I stated, looking Jordan in the eye. “I’ve made a promise to myself,” I smirked, for only a few minutes. I never thought I would say this. ", to help find the right one for Olivier so he can smile his goofy smile.” I looked back at Olivier who was blank, lost, and surprised.

Jordan started laughing and Olivier and I broke our stare down.

“You two are comedians, right?” Jordan said, saying each word while laughing. Olivier hid his face with his hands and started walking away. I saw that he was embarrassed. He would always do that when he did’t know what to do.

Why isn’t anyone taking me seriously? Does he think I’m joking, because I’m not, I’m dead serious. There was no reason to waste my time trying to convince him to say yes. So the only way to win a stupid battle is to fight stupid with stupid.

“Yeah, I love telling jokes and putting smiled on people's faces.” I agreed.

“Well, that was a good one.” He chuckled. “I’ll see you later.” Before I let him turn around I said, putting on a fake smile, “ I have a bunch more jokes that I’d like to share. Wanna meet up at the library?"

“Sure” He answered. We waved our goodbye and he went back to P.E.

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Wait a minute isn’t that how drama starts? I laid my back on the cement and stretched my hands toward the light.

Maybe I went a little over the top, but isn't that was “friends” do for each other Because they know how much it would mean to them? I sighed. Being a friend is annoying. And then I remember that little girl.

I closed my eyes and pictured that battered girl. Her school uniform was all torn and had dirt all over it. Her long brown hair was messed up and she was crying, so hard that her face was red. Her little friend was badly injured to the point where he wouldn’t survive. But the girl stayed with him, all thought out my dream. He must have meant a lot to her, even for a little kid.

“Why are you doing this? You know mom told you to stop,” a voice protested. I opened up my eyes and sat up. It wasn’t Susan; she was still sliding down the big red slide.

“Why do you care? You’re not me. It’s my body and I’ll do whatever I want with it,” another voice proclaimed. Who are these people and why can’t I see them?

“Ash, you’re my brother, so I have to watch over you. And what you’re doing isn’t good, you know that”.

I stood up from where I sat and turned around. Oh, Whiskey Lover. He was arguing with a girl, his sister, about something. She looked just like WL; she had bright red hair that was long and curly along with elegant aqua green eyes.

“Just leave me alone,” he yelled, walking towards the swings.

“Ash, you can’t ignore this forever!” She yelled, trying to follow, but she just shook her head and left the park.

This just got interesting. I walked over to Whisky Lover.

I reached for the chain of the swing and asked, “So, you have a sister?"

“Yeah,” he answered, placing his foot on the wood chips.

“Is she older?” I questioned, sitting on the swing.

“Actually, she’s my twin sister, but I came out a few seconds earlier, then her.” He replied.

“Oh. Nice girl,” I lied.

“She really is."

“Then why are you two arguing?"

“Because she wants me to stop drinking.” He looked up at the roaring sun.

“Then why won’t you stop?"

A sudden breeze blew passed us as he answered the question. “Because it helps me forget my dad."

I tilted my head and looked away. 

Dad.

“Well I have to go. It's like 7 right now.” He jumped off.

“Why do you want to forgot about your dad?” I insisted. He turned around and tilted his head.

"I don’t remember." Leave it to a Whiskey Lover to drink his memories away, but drinking is a nasty habitat to have. I sighed and got off the swing.

“I’ll follow you then,” I smirked, turning towards Susan who was still playing and yelled, “We're going home now!" She slide down the slide for the last time and cheerfully ran up to me.

“You have a little sister.” He chuckled, patting Susan's head. “She looks sexy.”

He smirked, looking back at me. I pulled his hands away.

"Stop being a pervert."

He laughed, and we were about to leave when I heard another person laughing, more girly. I looked toward the parking lot next to park entrance and saw.

IT.

Jessica, her arms wrapped around some guy’s waist, laughing up a storm. She playfully smacked his chest, but it wasn’t her flirting that made me angry. It was the guy she was with.

 Jordan.

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 WHISKEY LOVER BACK STORY.

-_- THE STRUGGLE………OH MY, MY, MY.Can anyone say D.R.A.M.A.

Why is Jordan with Jessica, are they on a date. Or are they just friends.

Either way Prue will not stand for this injustice.

But what will she do??