46th Street

4: And The New Hopeful Heart (not competed)

Oh no. He wasn't meant to find out this way. Lying about my true life is surely petty: That yes, I do know my parents and yes, I'm just staying here for some time. But that's not the truth. Dammit. She really is bitch.

"Robin, the young man asked you a question." Mrs. Bernardes had to re-enforce how she had just ruined what could have been an amazing conversation.

"Yes Jack...I'm an orphan." I respond and try compose myself.

Those words drop like a bomb, making me so ashamed.

"She's told you what you want to hear. So bye-bye now!" She sneers and waves her hand forcefully. Goodness, the things I would do to make her shut up!

"Robin..." He stood there in amazement, but the bad kind that no one enjoys seeing. That face that shows you how extraordinary you might seem, but how unapproachable you might be.

"I think that's quite enough for today! Goodbye Mr. Tomlin."

"No! Don't leave. Please!" I practically beg a stranger I just met twenty minutes ago.

"Bye Robin." He says nonchalantly and leaves on his bike without any other words.

Tears. Shit. Curse my emotions.

I cannot believe he actually left. For the first time in my life, I feel like someone is majorly interested in who I am as a person. That I'm not just Robin. I'm Robin. The sense in my sentence is minimal, I know. My first chance at actual enjoyment around people has been ruined. I feel the salty liquid descending to my mouth and my emotions taking a twist. Before I know it, I'm angry, not sad: At Mrs. Bernardes. In fact, it's not anger, it's fury.

I throw a to glare to Mrs. Bernardes who's standing there all smug and proud. She's always looking for ways to ruin my fun.

"What did I do?" I know she's so pretending to be surprised, but not succeeding at all.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." I fake my fakest smile ever, take a deep breath and walk to the door.

"Who said you can go back inside?" She questioned, motioning me to stop in my tracks.

"You've pissed me off enough. I think I deserve to go back in." I spit and continue walking from where I left off.

She grabs my wrist and whispers: "Don't think this changes anything. I still own your life."

She's right though. She's the one with the responsibility to take care of me. I hate how true that is. I want to threaten so bad. Really let her have it but, I can't seem to find a good enough threat making me more angry.

"Not for long." I mutter, pulling my arm away from her surprisingly tight grip.

...

~Jack:

"Yo, are you up for it then?"

"For what exactly?" I try to recall of any earlier information passed on to me.

"For the party dummy! They'll all be there." Jonathan continues enthusiastically.

"I don't think so. Remember what happened last time? I'm not in the mood for that again." I walk away from the living room to grab myself a soda from the kitchen.

"That's cause you were an emotional drunk that day. It's been a long while Jack, be fun just for once."

"I like to think I am always fun."

"Come on Jack. Only one night. That's all I am asking. It won't hurt. Please?"

I honestly want to say yes but that's the problem. Saying yes means I'm committing to the way my life was before. Props to Jonathan for trying to convince me but it won't happen. I decided to walk on the cleaner path with roses and daisies on the side as opposed to the rocky, tempting path - which I plan to avoid. Everyday, I make the biggest efforts to keep on that path because it keeps me well, grounded but, not necessarily happy. My friends call me "prude" (which I think is sad because I expect my friends to encourage me rather than make-fun of my lifestyle), and that term aggravates me. At the end of the day, it's all for my future. It should be bright. Shouldn't it?

"I'm not coming Jonathan."

I have the heart to tell him I can't, but not the heart the tell him why.

"We'll see Tomlin."

...

Robin:~

Nothing's changed. Mrs. Bernardes is still watching that obnoxious reality show. The plates, dishes, cups, holes in the ceiling; all the same. I haven't a clue why I thought any drastic change could occur while out of this house for about fifteen minutes. I'm not saddened really, just disappointed. For the first time, I'm actually hopeful. It's never been a prominent attribute of mine. My hope remains but my disappointed weakens it. But no matter the case, it's still there, an abundance of it. Maybe this is Jack's fault. I'm not exactly sure what I'm hopeful for but I just am.

"Who was that guy?" A small voice peers from behind me.

"The reason for my heartache."

"Huh?"

"Never mind." I sigh.

"Well... I think he's cute and I like him."

"You can't just like someone for their looks. What if he's a serial killer?" I turn to face the voice behind me. It's Morgan.

"Well, I dunno. You've talked to him right? So what's he like?"

It finally sinks in that I'm talking to a twelve year old about a boy.

"Well. He's nice."

"And?"

"He's interesting." He really was.

"And?"

"I don't know Morgan: he has a nose, mouth, two eyes-"

"Do you think he's cute?"

"I think he is."

"That's nice."

I can't help but chuckle for a second or two as I really did say Jack was cute. But he was. He was really really cute.

"I hear the sound of chatter but not work Robin." Mrs. Bernardes yells.

"You better leave before you get into trouble." I warn Morgan.

"No!" She protested. "I wanna hear more about him. Was he-"

"Morgan, please leave. I don't want you in trouble because of me."

I genuinely didn't want her to get in trouble because It seems I'm the cause for that on various occasions.

"Ok Robin..." She gives in.

"Thank you."

A deafening silence filled the room and all I could think of was the conversation with Morgan. It was genuinely fun and, if I do say so myself, successful. It flowed quite easily but in the back of brain, I was positive it wouldn't last. Somehow, Mrs. Bernardes would find a way annihilate the start of this friendship. So, I told her:

"I don't you in this current mess-of-a-life I'm living in. I hope you understand."

And to my surprise, she said, "Why are you letting her sadden your life?"

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb, Robin. You know who."

From the wise words of Jack Tomlin, "Maybe she has a motive."

"Robin, don't make me come there myself!!" Mrs. Bernardes threatened.

"Morgan, we'll discuss this later, okay."

A/N

Hehe, hi guys. Been a while hasn't it?
So... first off, I'm sorry tho chapter took a buttload amount of time but it's FINALLY UP! Yay!

Also, you've probably noticed that I did do POV changes. I'm sorry, I know that's annoying to some of you :/ but Jack needed a background story.

Lastly, THIS BOOK IS NO LONGER A FANFIC! ya I realized people wouldn't take my book as serious so it's a normal teen fiction :P

And lastly lastly, DO YOU THINK I SHOULD CONTINUE WRITING THIS STORY??
It doesn't get much votes and it makes me anxious :'(
Please tell me :/