The Unthinkable (Degrassi Fan Fiction)

Part 10

The Unthinkable Part 10

Word Count: 1484

Summary: Kali sleeps over at Fiona’s hotel. Not much more should be said.

Fiona’s POV

It was an early Wednesday morning, and I was in my bed, contemplating about Kali. What should we do today?, I thought to myself, hoping Kali had some adventurous plan to explore more of Jamaica. The routine was that she would call me, and I would meet her where ever. But this time, I couldn’t wait. I decided to call her, hoping she would tell me. It was six a.m., and she possibly could’ve still been sleeping. I didn’t care. I just wanted to hear her voice.

“Hello?” she asked, her voice sounding like she’d just woken up.

“Hey.” I said, biting my lip.

“Oh hi, Fiona. What’s up?”

“I was wondering. What are you planning for us to do today?”

“Oh,” she mumbled, pausing for a second on the phone. “I, didn’t really have anyting planned.” She said, with her cute, Jamaican accent.

“That’s not like you. You’re usually planning the great dance halls are the adventurous escapes.”

“Yeah. If you have any ideas, let mi know.” She said. I realized she wanted to go back to sleep.

“Okay. Well, I see you want to go back to sleep. I’ll call you later.” I said, hanging up the phone. Just hearing her voice made me feel all warm inside.

- - - - - -

My mother, Declan, and I were sharing conversation at the breakfast table. We were downstairs, eating breakfast.

“So, Fiona. I’ve got this beautiful idea.” She paused, trying to build up excitement. “Swimming with the Dolphins in Ocho Rios!” Declan seemed excited, but I showed no excitement in my face.

“That’s great.” I retorted, eating my salt fish. Then I had an idea. “Wait, Mom, could we invite friends?”

“You’ve made friends here?” she asked, seeming surprised that an introverted individual like me had already made companionships in Jamaica. That was record time for me.

“Yes, and I would like for her to come with us, to Ocho Rios.”

Declan glared at me, and I knew exactly why. He didn’t want Kali to come.

“Of course. The more the merrier!” She said, going back to the buffet to get more food. That’s when Declan got enough courage to protest.

“Why do you want to invite her?” he asked, leaning over to me.

“Why don’t you like her?” I teased, stuffing more food into my mouth. “Declan, just because she doesn’t like you doesn’t mean she shouldn’t like me.”

“That’s what that was?” He said sarcastically. “Listen, Kali shouldn’t be liking you. You don’t have… the right equipment, sorry to say.”

I grabbed a fork and jabbed it into his hand. Declan shrieked, pulling back his hand.

“You’re an ass.” I left the table, going up to my room to call Kali.

- - - - -

My mother, Kali, Declan, and I were in a van, on our way to Ocho Rios.

“So Kali, you’re from Jamaica…” my mother asked, trying to start a conversation.