(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 9

The next day, at 10:25 of April 15 to be exact, I was waiting on my front porch. My pink and black polka dotted suitcase by my feet. I had out my phone and was calling Caleb and telling him goodbye.

"Trust me, I will miss you," I joked, not ready to say goodbye just yet.

"Just remember that I love you." He paused, coughing. A very fake one, obviously. "And according to you, you will never tell any of my man friends I said that, got it?"

"Oh, just you wait. I am going to tell all the tabloids and newspapers that you, Caleb Morgan, love your sister. I can promise you that," I see the car Jen's manager sent for us pulling into the gate.

"Okay, but make sure you tell them the truth though. None of the crying crap that always seems to make its way in." He pauses again, this time there are voices in the background. "Yeah, have a nice flight. Gotta go, they want to suck my blood out with a sharp piece of metal."

Ew. Gross.

"TMI my friend. Have fun with that. I must go as well, the car is here."

"Bye sissy poo."

"Bye bubby boo."

He was the first to hang up, which I can understand. Those nurses can be really pushy sometimes.

I start to lift my suitcase into the black car, but Brandon ends up taking it from me. That was the deal. If Brandon came with me, I could model for a few days in Cali. And on the way home, we would make a stop in St. Louis so he could get a few things from his apartment. He didn't intend on staying as long in New York, but things kind of worked out that way. Plus, I have never seen St. Louis.

"California, here we come!" Brandon says as we pull out of our secluded house and onto the main road.

"So about the other night. I mean, yesterday. Were you serious about that whole party thing? Or was I dreaming?" I question, turning the air conditioning on in the back seat.

"I'm pretty sure I was serious. Do you want to check my temperature or something?" Brandon joked.

I feel his forehead just to be sure. No fever.

"When would this be?"

"I don't know, mabye after you guys graduate. Then it can be like a three in one party."

"Three in one?"

"Yeah, like he is waking up from a coma and he is graduating in a month and he will probably win all his awards at the awards show next week."

Oh crap. I totally forgot about the awards show. I forgot to vote everyday for him! I need to vote right now.

I start to take out my phone when Brandon interupts my thoughts.

"What the heck is going on?"

I am about to ask what he means when I see it. A really big animal is walking down the freeway. It is huge. Like, what is that? A rhino or something? Anyway, it has caused a bit of a traffic jam. The police are basically chasing this animal down the freaking highway.

It was kind of funny. A lot of people were snapping pictures of it. I finally saw what it was? It was a policeman's horse. He must have spooked it and it took off or something. I can't even imagine.

I couldn't help to think that someone was getting fired.

Awhile later, we were pulling into the place we were to meet Jen and her family and her manager.

"Thank you," I say to the driver. He replies with a grim nod.

As we walk in the door of McDonalds, Jen runs up to greet me with a hug.

"Hey! How are you?" She says, her bun on top of her head flopping around.

"Good, can I get some coffee real quick, though?" I ask, looking at the menu.

"Sure, but we have to leave in ten minutes from here, so everyone order what you want!" Jen's mom says, to all of us. Me and Brandon immediatly hop in line and Jen's family hangs back. I guess they already ate.

"Hi, welcome to McDonalds, what can I-" She stops mid sentence.

"Are you okay?" We both ask at the same time.

"Its just that. You. You. Are Ellie Morgan." She points to me. "And you are Brandon Morgan. God your so hot. Much hotter in person."

Brandon lets out a small laugh and I just smile at this creepy McDonalds worker.

"Thanks, but can we order?" Brandon asks, politely.

"Sure, sure. What can I get you?" She asks, a creeper smile taking over her face.

"Just a chocolate chip frappe for me," I say, trying to put my eyes anywhere but on her.

"And a strawberry banana smoothie for me," Brandon adds, taking out his wallet.

She tells us the total, and the rest of the time I am standing by her, I get this wierd feeling. Like the feeling you get when you are home alone and hear a noise and think someone is trying to kill you. That's how I felt. She was the creepiest person I have ever met.

"That was creepy."

I nod furiously as we both walk away with our drinks to the waiting Winston family and a new person who I assume is her manager.