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Post by HburgEagle44 on Mar 15, 2012 23:02:36 GMT -5
Okay, another update for you Enjoy... Naughty Neil. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “T’ere you are,” Neil said. “We were about to send out a search party.” He winked. “Nah, it’s just the mall,” Damian said. His eyes were twinkling as he glanced at Conor. “Hey, Conor, guess what?” Conor looked up and stared at Damian, along with myself. “What?” Damian glanced down at me and stuck out his tongue. “Tressa and I were talkin’ and...” I thought of sixteen different ways to kill him in a matter of two thirds of a second. “...And we decided that some people fall for things really easily, and it’s hilarious. Actually, their expressions are the hilarious part, but you know. Right, Tressa?” I had no recollection of saying that. Oh, I get it. I did a mental facepalm. “Why are you tellin’ me?” Conor asked. He looked very suspicious. But it was a great look on him, I had to admit to myself. Then I caught myself. What are you doing? I thought. Think of Michael.“I dunno.” Damian shrugged and kicked me under the table. I rolled my eyes. “Look, I think my mom might start calling sometime soon if we don’t get back, so...” “So we should all go to your house!” Neil exclaimed. “I think that’s a great idea.” “What?” I asked, taken aback. “No, I don’t know how my mom will take that...” “Ah, your mum sounds like a great lady,” Keith said, getting up and patting me on the back. “I’d be glad to meet her.” “Wait, no. What?” I asked. “Your mum’s nice,” Damian agreed. “I’m sure they would all love to meet her. She’d love them, too.” “My mom—” “Guys, listen,” Lindsay cut in. “She obviously doesn’t want us to go to her mom’s house. I mean, she knows her mom best, right?” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to them.” “But, Tress, your mom loves visitors,” Lily said. She looked confused. “At least, she used to. Has something changed that I’m not aware of?” I sat down and put my hand over my eyes. “If you all want to come over... let me warn my mom.” About twenty minutes later, we all got out of the cars. “This is my house,” I said for those who didn’t know. I walked up to my door and opened it, walking inside. “Mom, we’re here!” I yelled through the house. Everyone filed in after me. I noticed with amusement that Damian and Keith made themselves at home immediately. Lindsay and Neil stood there awkwardly, not sure whether to sit down or stay standing up, and Conor just wandered around, looking at the pictures. My mom came out of her bedroom a few minutes later. “Sorry, I had to finish a phone call.” She surveyed the living room. “Well, hello, everybody.” “Hi,” everybody chorused. There was a dead silence for a while before Neil held out his hand. “Neil Byrne, at your service.” He grinned sheepishly. “I’m afraid that I’m t’e one t’at started t’e idea to come here. Sorry.” Mom smiled. “It’s fine.” She looked around. “I would love to know everybody’s names, however. Tressa?” “Neil, Keith, Lindsay, Conor, Damian. But you already know him.” I pointed at each person as I said their names. “And, of course, Lily.” She smiled at each of them. “Hi, Lily. Nice to see you again. So, is anyone hungry?” Everybody but Keith shook their heads. Keith, in an attempt to be polite, kept his head completely still. “No, thank you, Mrs. Calone,” Conor said. “All right...” she said slowly. “What are you going to do?” Everyone turned to me for the answer. “Hey, I don’t know,” I said, holding up my hands. “You were the ones with the brilliant idea of coming here. Let’s ask Neil. What are we going to do, Neil?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I was just tired of Damo’s apartment, t’at’s it.” “Maybe you could show them... your room, maybe?” my mom suggested. “Mom,” I groaned softly. Right, my room’s gonna be so clean. “Well, everybody, let’s go take a tour of my house.” I turned on my heel and marched upstairs.
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Post by laurenne on Mar 15, 2012 23:23:51 GMT -5
More soon, please.
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Post by celticbear on Mar 15, 2012 23:28:35 GMT -5
WOW Tressa does not like the Idea of the Lads being in her house! I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE KEITH IN MY HOUSE!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2012 19:19:04 GMT -5
please update soon.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Mar 17, 2012 22:47:30 GMT -5
So... I suppose I'll update again. ;D Just watched an episode of Doctor Who that got me COMPLETELY wired... fun stuff. enjoy!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Pardon Tressa’s attitude,” Mom said softly. “She’s been having a rather rough week. With Michael, and all.” “Who’s Michael?” Keith asked. I stood at the top of the stairs and listened. “You don’t know?” Mom asked, surprised. “She didn’t tell you?” “She told me,” Damian explained. “But that’s it.” “Oh.” There was a long pause before Conor said, “Well, let’s go see where Tressa went to, shall we?” He walked upstairs after me but stopped at the landing. “Hullo.” “Hi,” I said quietly. He looked awkward. “Well, come on, lads. And lasses. She’s waitin’ for us.” There was a stampede for the stairs, and next thing I knew, everybody was all over the top story of my house, looking over the pictures and just generally relaxing. I was surprised at how quickly they adapted. But, then, they were used to touring and being comfortable wherever they were, so I supposed it made sense. I noticed with a grin that Keith was flirting with Lindsay and Lily was trying to catch his attention, but failing. I wondered how that would work out, but was immediately distracted by Neil, who seemed to be studying different techniques on knocking as many pictures frames off the wall at once. I helped him put them back and was waylaid by Damian. “Hey, this party is really gettin’ started!” he said with a wink. “Mhm, it sure is,” I said noncommittally. “Of course, it’s not the best party I’ve ever been to, but it’s still great.” I smiled. Right. “And what’s the best party you’ve ever been to?” “Michael’s...” I bit my lip. “Michael’s seventeenth birthday party, probably.” “You really miss him, don’t you?” Damian asked. He looked almost in pain. Was that pain for me? I nodded. “Yeah, I miss him.” Looking around, I discovered that Conor was sitting down on the couch, looking lonely. Or tired. Or both. “I’m going to talk to your cousin,” I said. “Okay,” Damian said slowly. I smiled and walked over to the other side of the room. “What’s up?” I asked. “Oh, nothing.” He shrugged. “Still feelin’ the jet lag.” “Ah.” I thought about that for a moment. “Never had jet lag.” “Really?” he asked, surprised. “Every time I go anywhere on a plane, I get major jet lag. I dunna know why, but it surely is annoyin’.” “Well, I’ve never been on a plane.” “What?” Conor looked disappointed. “That’s insanity.” Insanity? “I suppose.” It was my turn to shrug. “I don’t really notice it. I just drive places. It’s easier. I don’t have anywhere to go, anyway.” Conor nodded slowly, but I could tell his mind was somewhere else. He looked across the room and his eyes softened. “Your friend is really cute,” he said to me in a confiding tone. “Lily?” I asked, shocked. That was the last thing I expected. “Yes.” He smiled. “How old is she?” “Seventeen...” I said. “My age. But I turn eighteen soon.” He shrugged. “I’ll be able to drink soon. That’s about it.” “You can drink at eighteen in Ireland?” “Definitely.” He thought for a moment. “Although, alcohol is really not that great.” “Okay, why are we talking about this?” I asked, holding out my hands and trying to decide whether I should laugh or not. He shrugged. “I don’t know. What do you want to talk about?” “Um...” “Exactly.” Conor stood up. “I’m gonna go talk to Lily. Kay?” He smiled at me and started walking away. I sat there, blinking. That was a very weird conversation. Reminded me of one... “I’m turning eighteen in three days,” Michael said with a grin. “Are you excited?”
“For you to turn eighteen?” I scoffed. “No. But I can tell you are.”
“Duh,” he said. He ruffled my hair, something he knew I hated. “You should be excited. I’m inviting you to my birthday party. Your mom will be okay with it, right?”
“Probably,” I said. “Why wouldn’t she be?”
“I don’t know.” He smiled. Michael had the biggest smile in the world. You could always see it, no matter how dark it was. It was a beautiful smile. “So you are coming, right?”
I shrugged. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
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Post by celticbear on Mar 17, 2012 23:17:06 GMT -5
So Damo is interested in Tressa! Keith will pair off with Lindsey! And it looks like it will be Connor and Lilly! Ok by this update Jen, I have a feeling Michael was her boyfriend. PLEASE HURRY UP AND SOLVE THE MYSTERY FOR US OF WHO MICHAEL WAS!
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Post by laurenne on Mar 18, 2012 1:20:42 GMT -5
I loved the update. More soon, please.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Mar 18, 2012 22:23:28 GMT -5
Just got back from my brother's birthday... fun stuff. Update for y'all ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Tressa?” I looked up. “Oh, hey, Lindsay.” “Are you okay?” I looked into Lindsay’s deep blue eyes and knew that I couldn’t lie and say yes. “Well, no. Not really. Having memories that are... hard to have.” “About Michael?” she asked quietly. I nodded. “Yeah.” She was silent for a few minutes. “You know...” She paused. “I understand how you feel with Michael. I went through something similar. I mean, I don’t know the exact situation, but I have a feeling it was pretty close to mine.” “You don’t know,” I said, cutting her off. “You have no idea who Michael was. No idea.” “I’m assuming... well, let’s just say I know you two were very close. You keep having flashbacks, remembering everything you two ever did together?” Lindsay looked down after I nodded. “When I went through the same thing, the boy wasn’t my boyfriend. I didn’t like him. I’m not saying that Michael was your boyfriend, whatever. Don’t get me wrong.” I took a deep breath. “Yes, well, he died a year ago yesterday.” I rubbed my eyes. “And today was his birthday.” Her eyes widened. “Really? That’s—” “Now, I hate to interrupt,” Keith said, startling me. “But I wanted to know where your restroom was.” “Keith, what are you doing?” Lindsay asked. “You never talk like this.” He shrugged. “This seems like a place where you mind your P’s and Q’s.” “Right down that hall, first door on your right.” I waited for a moment before turning to Lindsay. “What were we saying?” “You know...” Lindsay said slowly. “You have a huge house. Is it just you and your mom?” I nodded. “Yeah.” We were both quiet for a few minutes before Neil stood up from where he was sitting on the floor. “Well, we should probably get back.” There were mutters of disapproval from some people. “Come on, we can’t invade poor Tressa like t’is,” Neil said, laughing. “And I figure I might as well be responsible for once in me life.” Keith’s voice came from behind me, causing me to jump. Again. “Well, Neil, I think you might have to wait for a long time before you’re responsible.” Neil made a face that made Lily laugh. “Sure t’ing, Harkin. You’re the exact opposite of responsible, anyway.” Keith grinned. “I think we should go, anyway.” “Why?” Lily asked. “You should stay.” Her brown eyes were opened innocently. I’d seen that look before. “Well, see, we left Hannah and Cameron.” Damian’s head shot up and his eyes were perfectly round. “We did! Oh, I’m goin’ to be in so much trouble...” He pulled out his phone. “And they’re wonderin’ where we are, oh, goodness...” Conor gave a laugh, the exact same laugh as Damian’s. “You’re in so much trouble, mate.” Damian glared at him. “Whatever, Con man.” “Let’s go,” Neil said with determination. He got up and walked downstairs, expecting the others to follow him. Conor and Keith followed him instantly. And so did Lily. Damian and Lindsay stayed behind. Lindsay walked up to me and shoved something in my hand. I looked down and smiled. It was her number. “Call me. Promise?” I looked into her eyes and didn’t have the heart to say no. “Of course I’ll call you,” I said. I had a feeling a lifelong friendship was about to start. She smiled at me and walked downstairs. Damian walked over to me slowly, his eyes on the ground. “Will you see me again? Hopefully without the other ones?” “Sure,” I said. Lindsay disappeared down the stairs. He lowered his voice. “I’d really love that, Tressa. Can I call you Tress?” “Sure,” I said again. He smiled and touched my chin. “Thank you for meetin’ me today. It was... nice. And thank you for tellin’ me about Michael, even if it wasn’t much information. Not that I’m complainin’,” he said quickly to the look on my face. “Oh, you know what I mean.” “Do I?” I asked. “Because I’m not sure where you’re going with this.” “What?” he asked. He looked confused. “What are you talkin’ about?” “What? Flirting with me today all the time? Touching my chin like...” I sighed. “If I’m blowing this completely out of proportion, I’m sorry. But I don’t think I am.” I took a step back. “What I guess I’m asking is what do you want?”
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Post by celticbear on Mar 18, 2012 22:59:37 GMT -5
Way to Go Tressa! Can't wait to see how Damo answers Tressa's question!
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Post by laurenne on Mar 18, 2012 23:10:15 GMT -5
More soon, please.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2012 19:38:07 GMT -5
please update soon
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Mar 21, 2012 13:38:25 GMT -5
Hmm well, new update for y'all... interesting. Read and Respond --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He blew out a breath and stood dead still for a while. “I guess I just... really like you,” he said with a shrug. “And that’s... weird. I don’t know what to do.” I rolled my eyes. “Guys are so weird sometimes.” Wow, that was lame, Tressa.
“So... since we’re havin’ this talk, will you consider bein’ me girl?” Damian’s bright blue eyes were huge. He looked like a little kid. I was completely shocked by this question. “How many days have you known me exactly?” I demanded. “One,” he said. “Yeah. One day.” I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know how it is in Ireland, but that’s a little fast here.” He shrugged. “Apparently, the winds of love blow quickly for Celtic Thunder, or somethin’ like that. A fan said that once.” “Well, that’s fine and dandy for Celtic Thunder. But last I heard, you were in Glee,” I snapped, sounding harsher than I anticipated. He winced. “Tress,” he started to say. “I’ll call you later,” I said before going into my room and shutting my door. I heard him walk downstairs and sank down against my door with my hand on my head. “What on earth just happened?” I asked myself. “Tressa, are you okay?”
“Michael,” I scoffed. “I’m always okay.”
“But sometime in life, you do realize that something is going to make you realize you can’t do everything yourself. And where will you be then?” Michael’s eyes were earnest as he stared at me. “Will you be able to handle it? Or will you just declare that you’re okay, like you always do?”
I went over to him and gave him a hug. “I’ll come to you when something is over my head. Okay?”
He smiled. “But what if I’m not here?”
“Nonsense. You’re always here for me."I started crying. “Michael, why aren’t you here? I need you right now.” The tears streamed down my face and I thought over the past few hours. Craziness. I shook my head and waited for the cars to drive away before opening my door. I walked out into the living room and downstairs to find my mom standing there. “What happened?” she asked. “Damian just walked out...” I shook my head and didn’t say anything. I giggled like the little girl I was. “Daddy, what is going on?”
“We’re going to see some old friends of ours.” My dad smiled back at me. “I think you’ll like them.”
“Mommy, are we there yet?”
“Honey,” my mom admonished me, “we’ve been driving for seven minutes. Can’t you wait?”
“No,” I said honestly.
She laughed. “Okay. Well, you’ll enjoy this.”
“Are they all grownups?” I asked, frowning. Every time they told me I would enjoy knowing family friends, they turned out to be old. Seriously. Old.
“No, there’s a boy your age. His name is Michael, but they call him Mickey a lot of the time.” Dad turned his blinker on. “And we’re here. See, not that long of a drive.” He parked the car and we all got out. “Now, you be nice to Mr. and Mrs. Schafer.”
I got out of the car and walked towards the front door. Before I could knock, the door was flung open and there stood a boy, slightly taller than me, with a huge smile on his face. “Hi!” he yelled. “You must be Tressa!”
“And you must be Michael.”I breathed in grabbed a glass of water, trying to get myself to just calm down. “WWMD?” I asked myself, half joking. “What does that mean?” a voice came from behind me. I turned to find Lily there. “Oh, it means... What Would Michael Do?” I said, embarrassed. She smiled. “He would tell you to do what your heart wants.” She shrugged. “At least, I think so. I didn’t know him very well. I got the feeling that he didn’t like me very much.” “Lily, he liked you!” I protested, knowing that it was a lie. And she knew it, too. “Come on, Tress, you know that’s not true. He thought I was too punk, too out there for you, didn’t he?” Lily shrugged. “Most people think that.” “Lily, come on....” I groaned.
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Post by laurenne on Mar 21, 2012 19:00:20 GMT -5
I loved it. More soon, please.
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Post by celticbear on Mar 21, 2012 20:35:25 GMT -5
Well at least we finallyhave a last name for Michael. And it's obvious he was very important to Tressa! Now the mystery still remains where they more than friends. AND TRESSA DID NOT HAVE TO SNAP AT DAMO LIKE THAT! SHE NEEDS TO GIVE DAMO A CHANCE!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Mar 22, 2012 0:04:38 GMT -5
I'm spoiling you. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Anyway...” she said, straightening her shoulders. “Michael would say to follow your heart. Where is your heart leading you? Towards Damian?”
“Only if your heart is leading you to Tristan,” I said, talking about the biggest jerk at my school. I left my voice completely flat, rendered of all emotion. The disappointment in her voice, the way she said that Michael didn’t like her, just struck a nerve. “Lily, what would you say if... if I dyed my hair?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“I don’t know,” I said, putting my hands up. “I just want to... I want to feel the way you do. I want to feel confident, self-assured, relaxed. Like you.”
Lily stifled a laugh. “And you think that dying your hair will do that?”
“I am having a rough day,” I announced very clearly. “And if I want to do something on a rough day, you know what that means.”
Lily nodded. “I’ve seen it happen often enough. Instant makeover. I’m surprised you don’t have a tattoo yet.”
I shot her a weird look. “So let’s go get my hair dyed. Come on.”
“Shouldn’t we tell your mom?”
“Mom!” I yelled. “Lily and I are going to hang out!” I picked up my bag and marched out of the house, Lily close behind.
“Tressa Calone! Listen to me!” Lily commanded. “Your mother will not be happy with you when we get back. What is with your attitude? You’re going to dye your hair some color which you haven’t disclosed to me, and you just tell your mom that we’re hanging out? Come on. Let’s go back inside and tell your mom.”
“Pink.”
“What?” Lily asked, confused.
“I’m going to dye my hair pink. At least, have pink highlights.” I strode over to the car and got in. “Come on.”
“Pink?!” she screeched.
“What? Your hair has a pink and purple streak.” I started the car and Lily got in quickly, right before I drove off. “So why can’t I have pink highlights?”
She sighed in exasperation. “Tressa. I have a pink and purple streak because it works for me. I don’t have the same parental backing you have. I have more attitude than you have. You have no idea why I give so much lip. Come on. Let’s go somewhere else, like, get a milkshake or something.”
I shook my head. “It’s going to happen. Deal with it.”
She slunk back in her chair and frowned. “Fine.”
We drove until we reached a hair salon. Being close to Los Angeles, it wasn’t very difficult. I strode inside, Lily next to me, looking extremely nervous. I waited for a while before sitting in the salon chair. “I would like pink highlights, please.”
“Heavy or light?”
“Well, I want neon pink, and big highlights, but not all over. Almost a weave.” I smiled happily. I had done this before. I whispered more instructions to the stylist, trying to keep Lily from finding out what I was truly doing.
The stylist nodded and smiled. “Got it.” She set to work.
Lily watched with wide eyes. “Tress, that’s awfully... bold,” she said.
“Go somewhere else,” I said, waving my hand. “You’re just annoying me right now.”
Lily sighed and walked somewhere else. I saw her pull out her cell phone and felt a rush of panic. When she put it to her ear, I called across the salon, “What are you doing?”
She walked back over. “Just calling someone.” She smiled. “Did you know that mermaids’ hair changes color when they hit sixteen?”
“What?” I asked.
The stylist smiled.
“Well, you’re seventeen... so I think you’re not a mermaid. Or you matured late.” Lily flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Actually, that had no point whatsoever. Just thought I’d throw it out there.”
I rolled my eyes. “Leave me alone, please.”
Lily started walking away.
“Wait!” I yelled. “Who are you calling?”
“Damian,” she answered casually.
“Why?” I asked suspiciously.
“I thought he and all his lovely Irish friends would love to know about your new look.” She smiled innocently.
“Sure,” I muttered.
“You have friends from Ireland?” the stylist asked, her eyes wide. “I love Ireland! My favorite bands from there are Celtic Woman and Celtic Thunder. And Loreena McKinnett is a great singer, too.”
“Celtic...Thunder,” I groaned. “Don’t talk to me about them.”
“You don’t like them?” she asked, seeming wounded almost.
“Oh, they’re good. It’s just... well, I met them today and—”
“YOU DID?!” she yelled in my ear.
“Yes.” This was going to be a very long styling session.
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