In The Midst Of It All
Chapter Sixteen
Two hours later,I was seated on my mothers favorite suede couch with Josh Franceschi seated beside me,a mug of hot chocolate in both of our hands. My mother was sitting on the love seat opposite us,her elbows resting on her thighs,while her hands supported the weight of her head. She was chewing her bottom lip,in deep thought. She was never in deep thought.
Dad was pacing. It hadn’t stopped since I had gotten home at 5am,after breaking down and sobbing in front of an Oak tree and Josh coming to soothe me. It had taken me a good 5 minutes to calm down enough to walk to the front door,knock,and see my mother’s reaction. I expected her to be pissed off. But no. She was worried out her mind. Understandable,but I still expected her to be a little pissed. I mean,I’m 15. I could have been kidnapped or something.
I guess she was just happy to see me home and not out prostituting myself or getting stoned. Which,honestly didn’t seem like too bad of an idea right about now. You could literally cut the tension in the room with a butter knife. It sucked,to say the least. Also,the fact that it had been this way for the past two hours was even worse. My legs ached,my head hurt,and my nose was still runny from all the crying. But,if Josh hadn’t been there,who knows what would’ve happened. What was Josh doing out at 5am,anyways?
“Josh..” I started,deciding that voicing my question had to be better than sitting in this uncomfortable silence for any longer. His response was a blink in my direction,it seemed that he was lost in thought. Much like my mother. Sparing a glance in her direction I noticed that her head snapped up towards my direction when she heard me speak. Then she took a long look at Josh,as if waiting for him to speak as well.
“Josh,um,what were you doing out at 5am?”
My voice was nothing higher than a whisper. But it was also so high pitched and sounded so nervous,as if I was scared of his answer. Hell,maybe I was on,on some subconscious level.
He cleared his throat as if to answer,but before he could my phone vibrated with a text messages. Sparing him one last glance,I unlocked the new iPhone that Chris had gotten me the day before to read it. I was a bit shocked when I saw,not who sent it,but who wrote it.
“ Think we need to talk,slag xx -Georgie.”
The two x’s were a nice touch.
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Holy Shit. She updated.
It’s short and crappy as fuck,but meh. Most of my updates are.lmao. I guess I’ll try to not wait 5 months to update. I really want to prolong this story,maybe add a sequel. Depending on how it ends. So this’ll be like 30-ish chapters. I have a fuckload of days off in November c;
Dedicated to wolf-babe because I haven’t updated and I felt bad for making her and you guys wait so long :c
PICTURE OFFFFFF KKRRRIISSTEENNN ON THE SSIIDDEEEEEEEEEEE (Excpet she doesn;t have bangs,her hair is lighter,a bunch of other stuff. I'll probably have to change her character. Suggestions?)
Right,let me stop ranting.
What do you guys think of Georgie? o;
WHY IS SHE WITH CHRIS? (That was implied with the “who sent it.” part..)
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