Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 29, 2012 17:16:30 GMT -5
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“What’s the point?” I demanded. “We all know what will happen. And there’s no reason for me to be here. There’s no reason for me to go to this concert tonight.” I flung myself down on my bed. “I don’t really enjoy the band, and I don’t want to go. I have too much on my mind.” I glared at my cousin.
Penny smiled at me sweetly. That was the problem with Penny. She was just too sweet. “Come on, you’ll love them. You know that. And besides, we already bought the tickets. You can’t back out now.” She touched my shoulder reassuringly. “And besides, you need something to take your mind off your parents.”
I sighed. “You’re probably right. You always are.” I glared at her. “Oh, well. Come on, let’s get this over with.”
“You are not wearing this,” Penny said, with the most authority I’ve ever heard in her voice. “You are definitely not wearing that. We’re not going to work on the farm.”
I glanced down at my faded jeans and huge plaid shirt. “Pen, I just want to be comfortable tonight. You know what day it is.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you agreed to come to this concert.” Penny smiled. “And don’t call me Pen, please…”
I went to the closet I shared with Penny and looked through it. “Is this acceptable?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I knew any minute I might choke up, but I decided that if I did, I could stay home from this stupid concert.
She shrugged. “I guess. I’m wearing a skirt.” She smiled eagerly. “You wanna wear one, too?”
“No,” I said, decided. I hated skirts.
She smiled. “I didn’t think so. Come on, let’s do our makeup!” She seemed so bubbly and excited.
I sighed. “Are you really eighteen?”
She glared at me happily. I don’t know how she did it. I’ve never met anyone who could glare happily. But Penny, Penny manages. “Yes. And you are nineteen. But that doesn’t make you any more mature. Just more ‘experienced.’ Right.” She stuck her tongue out at me and went into the bathroom to do her makeup. I followed, knowing that she would put it on me whether I wanted to or not.
“So, tell me more about this band.” I put eyeliner on carefully while half listening to Penny.
“You mean, you haven’t heard enough about them since I came here?” Penny asked, almost ruefully. “I really am sorry about talking about them so much. I guess I can’t help it. They’re just so loveable.” She sighed while I waited. “Okay, okay, well, there’s Damian. He’s gone.”
“I know all about Damian,” I said dryly. “Tell me about the others.”
She smiled, blushing slightly. “Well, there’s George. He’s the bald one.”
“The dad figure.”
She nodded slowly. “Sorry, Em…” Her eyes showed how sorry she was. I couldn’t believe how truly sorry she always seemed to be.
I shrugged. “It’s all right. I guess I’ll find out about the others at the concert itself.” I stood up. My makeup was done. “Well, I’ll go tell your mom to get the car.” I went downstairs to find Aunt Ruth getting ready.
She smiled happily. “You know how long I’ve wanted to go to a concert and couldn’t?”
I had to wonder about this band. If they could make Aunt Ruth look radiant a month after her sister and brother-in-law died, maybe they could make me look happy. I hadn’t looked happy for a month.
“Well, Penny’s almost ready. And I am ready.” I twirled, almost sarcastically.
“You look beautiful,” she said, her smile quivering slightly. “Your mother would be proud.”
I wiped a quick tear from my eye. “Thanks, Aunt Ruth,” I said quietly.
“I’ll get the car,” she said quickly.
I walked back upstairs. “She’s getting the car out,” I told Penny.
Penny nodded. “It’s really happening! Celtic Thunder, here we come!” She slung her arm around my shorter shoulders. “Aren’t you excited?”
I couldn’t deny it, no matter how badly I wanted to, so I didn’t say anything.
She sighed happily. “Well, let’s go. Mom must be waiting for us.”
We walked downstairs, Penny almost skipping. I followed more discreetly, still not willing to leave the house. I hadn’t gone anywhere since my parents had died, one month ago that day. I just stayed indoors, switching to an online college for my sophomore year, trying to just keep my head above water. And here I was, leaving the house for a concert that I had planned with Penny a long time ago.
I sighed quietly, then wished I hadn’t. But luckily, Penny was in her own little world and didn’t hear me.
I impulsively ran up and looped my arm through Penny’s. “Let’s do this thing!” I said. “I’m excited to meet these guys, listen to them sing, all of the above…”
She smiled at me. “Really?”
“Really.” I grinned. “Let’s go.”
“You know what, Emmaleigh?” Penny asked suddenly.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m glad you moved in with us. It was a sad reason for you to do so, but I’ve enjoyed living with my cousin.” She smiled at me, and I smiled back.
“What’s the point?” I demanded. “We all know what will happen. And there’s no reason for me to be here. There’s no reason for me to go to this concert tonight.” I flung myself down on my bed. “I don’t really enjoy the band, and I don’t want to go. I have too much on my mind.” I glared at my cousin.
Penny smiled at me sweetly. That was the problem with Penny. She was just too sweet. “Come on, you’ll love them. You know that. And besides, we already bought the tickets. You can’t back out now.” She touched my shoulder reassuringly. “And besides, you need something to take your mind off your parents.”
I sighed. “You’re probably right. You always are.” I glared at her. “Oh, well. Come on, let’s get this over with.”
“You are not wearing this,” Penny said, with the most authority I’ve ever heard in her voice. “You are definitely not wearing that. We’re not going to work on the farm.”
I glanced down at my faded jeans and huge plaid shirt. “Pen, I just want to be comfortable tonight. You know what day it is.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you agreed to come to this concert.” Penny smiled. “And don’t call me Pen, please…”
I went to the closet I shared with Penny and looked through it. “Is this acceptable?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I knew any minute I might choke up, but I decided that if I did, I could stay home from this stupid concert.
She shrugged. “I guess. I’m wearing a skirt.” She smiled eagerly. “You wanna wear one, too?”
“No,” I said, decided. I hated skirts.
She smiled. “I didn’t think so. Come on, let’s do our makeup!” She seemed so bubbly and excited.
I sighed. “Are you really eighteen?”
She glared at me happily. I don’t know how she did it. I’ve never met anyone who could glare happily. But Penny, Penny manages. “Yes. And you are nineteen. But that doesn’t make you any more mature. Just more ‘experienced.’ Right.” She stuck her tongue out at me and went into the bathroom to do her makeup. I followed, knowing that she would put it on me whether I wanted to or not.
“So, tell me more about this band.” I put eyeliner on carefully while half listening to Penny.
“You mean, you haven’t heard enough about them since I came here?” Penny asked, almost ruefully. “I really am sorry about talking about them so much. I guess I can’t help it. They’re just so loveable.” She sighed while I waited. “Okay, okay, well, there’s Damian. He’s gone.”
“I know all about Damian,” I said dryly. “Tell me about the others.”
She smiled, blushing slightly. “Well, there’s George. He’s the bald one.”
“The dad figure.”
She nodded slowly. “Sorry, Em…” Her eyes showed how sorry she was. I couldn’t believe how truly sorry she always seemed to be.
I shrugged. “It’s all right. I guess I’ll find out about the others at the concert itself.” I stood up. My makeup was done. “Well, I’ll go tell your mom to get the car.” I went downstairs to find Aunt Ruth getting ready.
She smiled happily. “You know how long I’ve wanted to go to a concert and couldn’t?”
I had to wonder about this band. If they could make Aunt Ruth look radiant a month after her sister and brother-in-law died, maybe they could make me look happy. I hadn’t looked happy for a month.
“Well, Penny’s almost ready. And I am ready.” I twirled, almost sarcastically.
“You look beautiful,” she said, her smile quivering slightly. “Your mother would be proud.”
I wiped a quick tear from my eye. “Thanks, Aunt Ruth,” I said quietly.
“I’ll get the car,” she said quickly.
I walked back upstairs. “She’s getting the car out,” I told Penny.
Penny nodded. “It’s really happening! Celtic Thunder, here we come!” She slung her arm around my shorter shoulders. “Aren’t you excited?”
I couldn’t deny it, no matter how badly I wanted to, so I didn’t say anything.
She sighed happily. “Well, let’s go. Mom must be waiting for us.”
We walked downstairs, Penny almost skipping. I followed more discreetly, still not willing to leave the house. I hadn’t gone anywhere since my parents had died, one month ago that day. I just stayed indoors, switching to an online college for my sophomore year, trying to just keep my head above water. And here I was, leaving the house for a concert that I had planned with Penny a long time ago.
I sighed quietly, then wished I hadn’t. But luckily, Penny was in her own little world and didn’t hear me.
I impulsively ran up and looped my arm through Penny’s. “Let’s do this thing!” I said. “I’m excited to meet these guys, listen to them sing, all of the above…”
She smiled at me. “Really?”
“Really.” I grinned. “Let’s go.”
“You know what, Emmaleigh?” Penny asked suddenly.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m glad you moved in with us. It was a sad reason for you to do so, but I’ve enjoyed living with my cousin.” She smiled at me, and I smiled back.