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Post by mala1152 on Mar 5, 2010 8:57:37 GMT -5
ok ok ok sry!!!! heres the next bit....
My dessert plate was almost empty when one of my brothers said something I dreaded. “So have you guys kissed yet?” My head snapped up so fast that the motion didn’t exist. I glared at both my brothers across the table, but I did not know which one said something. No matter, I would just hurt both of them later… “Uh…” Damian said awkwardly, and my face burned. I kept waiting for my parents to say something to my annoying little pests of brothers, but they just sat there looking at each other. Then it dawned on me: my mom definitely wasn’t going to say a word to my brothers about asking it, because she was just as curious herself! With a few seconds’ glance at our faces, my brothers said, “That means yes!” My stomach twisted in a knot as my humiliation strengthened when my brothers did not stop: “How long?” “Did you guys make out?” “Was it gross?” I had just about had enough. Sure, they might be a little younger than me, but they should know not to ask! “Enough!” my dad and I cried at the same time. “Sam, Nathan, go upstairs,” my dad said, exasperated. They spared one look at my livid expression to know not to argue. My mother all of a sudden became a busy bee, cleaning off the table and putting dishes in the sink. I knew they were feeling uncomfortable, because my dad was helping her with the dishes, something I had never seen him do in my sixteen years! So Damian and I were left sitting at the table by ourselves. “I think that’s our cue to leave,” he suggested, and I told him I could not agree more! Damian said his goodbyes to my parents, and I all but dragged him out to the car so we could get as far away from my house as possible. I sat in the driver’s seat, slammed the door, and swore, something I rarely did, so it was obvious that this was a trying moment. I leaned my head against the seat and said, “That was awful. It sucks that you had to endure that!” This time, Damian did not smile, but kept very serious. I turned my head to see into his eyes, and I was, again, enthralled at their depth and brightness. “Mala,” Damian said, and it was nice not to hear him call me ‘Abby.’ “Why does it matter so much?” “What?” I asked, truly puzzled. “So we had one bad dinner with your folks. Big deal! I don’t really get why you’re so worked up over this!” “Damian…” I began, “It’s just that you and my family are two of the most important things to me, and I wanted everything to go without all the awkwardness! I wanted you to like them, and I wanted them to like you.” “Well, I do like your family,” he started. “Minus my brothers,” I interjected. “Even your brothers,” he corrected. “But will us having one bad conversation change the way I feel about you? Nope! Will it change the way you feel about me?” he asked, although he so blatantly knew the answer, it was almost foolish to reply, “Nope!” “So then what’s the big deal?” Damian asked, his serious edge slipping slightly. “I don’t know,” I sighed. “Then there you go,” he said definitively. As I looked over at him in the passenger seat, an overwhelming flood of emotion came over me, and I leaned over and kissed him. Damian placed his hand on my neck and kissed me back. I pulled back and looked him in the eyes; all hint of being serious was gone. He was now the playful, sweet, and funny Damian I had seen a while ago. “Thank you,” I said. “For what?” he asked. “Making me feel better,” and then I added, “And sitting through that dinner!” “It wasn’t all bad,” Damian refuted. “The first hour or so went pretty well. It was just until your brothers-” “Yeah, I know.” I was all but shaking with embarrassment. Why should I be embarrassed, though? So my mom and dad knew we kissed, that’s all. They probably knew it already. So why was I so upset? Maybe I was still just being irrational. After the kiss Damian and I shared a moment ago…why should that embarrass me? On the contrary, it made me feel very good! I laughed at myself, at my own silly anxiety. Damian and I had driven away from my house at the perfect time: it was a little before sundown. I went to our favorite place we had been together – the beach. We strolled down to the sand, his arm around my waist, and mine around his. The sky had faint traces of green in it, and the sun was low on the horizon. The waves made calming swooshing sounds and lapped at my feet. I felt the warmth of the late summer sun on my neck, the sand between my toes, and Damian’s arm around me, and I decided that there was no better place than this. A few minutes later, the sun broke the horizon line; yellow streaks burst into the sky, overshadowing the bright blue of day. The clouds slowly turned from white and grey to pink, with purple shadows, courtesy of the sunset. I wanted to make the most of the moment, so I passionately kissed Damian, on the beach, during the sunset. It was all too beautiful. I looked out over the ocean, over the vast body of water in front of us, and I watched as the sun set on another day. I did not want the moment to end, but soon, much too soon, the sun sank beneath the line of the ocean, and darkness slowly crept into my surroundings. Damian broke the silence around us. “This is just like last time, remember?” “Yeah, I remember,” I answered, lying my head down on his shoulder. He rested his cheek on top of my hair. The gorgeous beach, us sitting along together … they were some of the happiest memories I have, how could I forget? Unfortunately, we could not stay there forever, and it was only grudgingly that I agreed to take Damian back to his hotel. Although the night started off poorly, it definitely was one of the new happiest memories I have.
ive been bouncing around some new ideas for a sequel, but im not dropping any hints yet!!! im still figuring out the plot....anywhooo ill update soon!
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Post by damianrocks on Mar 5, 2010 12:06:45 GMT -5
*hops around* oooh i love the passionate kiss at the end lolz i love putting myself in her shoes. ^_^ mentally, of course. lolz stupid little brothers. "Was it gross?" rofl! sounds like my little bro... :/ blahhh update whenever you can!! ^_^
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 8, 2010 6:33:34 GMT -5
sry for not updating on the weekend, but as i have time before school, here is my next part!!!
Chapter 12
The day was here. Damian had said he would stay a week, and it was Saturday, a week from the day he had magically appeared on my doorstep. I was again at the airport. I remembered the last time I was here, and the heartache it brought me then. How bad would it be this time? I did not drive Damian to the airport; rather, I was meeting him there to see him and the rest of the guys off. I of course made it there with time to spare, and I walked into the terminal to see George, Paul, Keith, Ryan, Damian, and Sharon all sitting down across from each other. I walked over to their seats and took the place next to Damian. They were all talking, but I could not pay attention. My mind was being pulled in several different directions at once. This is the separation I was dreading, and I have no idea how I am supposed to focus on school, starting Monday. Right now, the only thing that matters is how much I am going to miss Damian. I kept waiting, listening for the announcement that their plane was boarding. When it came, I would control my sadness; console myself with the fact that, in two short months, we would see each other again. This time, I did not get any trinket for Damian to remember this time we spent together in the past week, but just contented myself with knowing that we would always remember these little, magical moments we shared. “Flight 13 to Albany will now begin boarding through gate one,” said a smooth female voice. Alas, there was the announcement; a ripple of sadness surged through me, directly from my heart, causing me to shudder. All seven of us stood, and I was passed from warm embrace to warm embrace as I hugged George, Sharon, Keith, Ryan, and then Paul. After saying their goodbyes, they left Damian and me alone for a few minutes, for which I was grateful. Before any words could pass, Damian’s arms were around me waist, and my arms around his neck; my hands on his neck, and his hands in my hair and on my back, we kissed just as we had the last time we were here, full of emotion. We finally broke apart, and I caught Damian in the tightest hug I could muster. “I’ll miss you so much,” was all I thought of to say. “It’s not that long,” Damian said, trying to make it easier. It was not working. “Before you know it, we’ll be in Montclair together.” I hoped his words were true. It was the last call for boarding his plane, and Damian reluctantly withdrew his arms from around me, and I from him. With one last fleeting look, he stepped out of the terminal.
i know its short, but its better than nothin!!! feedback feedback feedback!!!!!!! ill post a longer bit soon! probably tomorrow.
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 10, 2010 11:54:10 GMT -5
ok sry for not updating yesterday....that was not the end, jsut so everyone is clear! the story's only about 1/2 over...and im about ready to start prewriting the sequel...but enough about that! heres the next part:
Chapter 13
Ah, Monday. It had finally arrived, the end of summer. My heart still ached with Damian’s departure, but I was looking forward to calling him tonight, after my first day back at school. Junior year…ugh. I wish I could think about school, which started in less than an hour, but all I could think of was Damian, and what he was doing, where he was, if he was thinking about me, where we would be if he were here… I half-consciously drove myself to school. I barely realized that Mack was sitting in the passenger seat next to me. It was not until she turned on my Take Me Home CD did I even take notice of her. “Hey, would you turn that down?” I asked. The volume was turned all the way up! “Oh, hey, look who’s finally coming around!” she said sourly. “What?” “Abs, I’ve been talking to you for the better part of ten minutes, and I haven’t even gotten a response out of you!” “I’m sorry, Mack, but you know he just left …” “Yes, I know, Abs, and I’m really feeling your pain, trust me, honey. But you will call him tonight, and everything’ll be hunky-dory. Now snap out of it!” demanded Mack. “Alright, alright…” I conceded. Classes that day were boring boring boring boring boring! Nothing held my attention, except for maybe the classes I had with Mack; American History, Comparative Anatomy, and Honours British Literature, I could feel Mack’s stern gaze upon me, so I forced myself to pay attention. Lunch could not come quickly enough; even though I could not focus in class, I could focus on my hungry stomach! I quickly bought my salad and cookie and sat down with my friends, Gianna, Mack, Addison, Destiny, and Madeline. I drifted in and out and I listened to their conversation and munched on my salad. “Who are you guys bringing to the dance on Friday?” asked Mack. “Dance? What dance?” asked Gianna. With exasperation, Mack answered, “The back-to-school bash, or whatever stupid thing they’re calling it this year…” “Oh, right!” cried Addison. “I’m bringing Charlie, of course,” she said. Charlie was her long-time boyfriend of two years, and senior captain of the baseball team. “Duh, of course you are,” said Mack. “But I was talking about the rest of us!” “I don’t know, I think I’ll go with Max,” said Destiny excitedly. “I heard that he was thinking of asking me to go with him!” Madeline said, “Well, I’m going with Danny, I hope …” “Why ‘I hope?’” asked Addison. “Well, we promised to get together sometime over the summer, but we didn’t, so maybe he’ll ask me to go with him!” said Madeline. We all knew she and Danny both had a thing for each other, although neither of them wanted to admit it to themselves or each other. “How about you, Abby?” Destiny called, and I looked up. “Nobody,” I replied. “Maybe I’ll go with a group of friends, but I’m not going as a date thing.” That was answered by three open-mouthed, eyebrow-raised, shocked-looking expressions from Addison, Madeline, and Gianna. “No, no, no, no, no!” cried Gianna. “Matt Brunswick asked me if you were going, and I told him yes! Abby, he’s going to ask you as a date, and you have to say yes!” “I don’t have to say yes if I don’t want to go with him,” I said snippily. “Abby, this is Matt Brunswick we’re talking about here! You really should go!” said Madeline. Matt Brunswick wasn’t really the most popular guy in school, but he was good-looking, smart, and had a crush on me since freshman year. Since dating was not really my thing then, I turned him down, but told him that I would come around eventually. “Well, if he asks me, I’ll say that I’d go as friends,” I stressed the word, “And that it wouldn’t turn into anything.” With that, the three of them turned around in defeat and continued discussing plans for Friday evening. Mack, however, looked at me with sympathy. She understood that I could not go on a date unless it was with Damian. I would go to the dance (it sounded like fun), but not with a date to slow dance or kiss or anything. It would be just a friendly thing! I mulled it over for the rest of lunch, until the bell rang and I hurried off to chorus class.
ta daaa!!! i thought id change it up a bit, write some stuff about when and abby are apart....lemme know whatcha think! (and dont worry, damian still plays a very big part in the rest of the story in case u were freaking out lol)
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 12, 2010 8:36:16 GMT -5
heyyy...another in-class update...
It was the last period of the day, and I was itching to get home. I didn’t have a ton of homework, but I had enough to keep me busy for over an hour. I sat, glancing at the clock every two minutes in computer, waiting to escape. Finally, the clock read three o’clock, the final bell rang, and I hurried off to my locker. I grabbed my book bag, threw some books into it and was just reorganizing my books for tomorrow’s classes when I saw a hand appear on the locker next to me. With one look, I saw that it was Matt. “Hey, Abby,” he greeted me casually. “Hi, Matt.” “How was your summer?” he asked. Oh, well, I met this guy, and I cannot go to the dance with you because I love him. Sorry. “It was nice. Way too short, though,” I said instead. “I hear that,” he said with a laugh. “So listen … you know the dance this Friday?” he asked. Geez, couldn’t he beat around the bush a little? To give me time for my escape?! “Oh, yeah, we were just talking about it at lunch,” I said. “Yeah…so I was wondering if you wanted to go together?” Matt looked as if he was trying to find something else to say, but the words did not seem to come to him. “Matt,” I started, “I do want to go to the dance, but only as friends.” He looked disappointed, but said, “How come?” “It’s a really long story, but the short version of it is that I met someone.” “Oh,” he said, and although his face remained unmoved, I saw a little of the excitement leave his eyes. “But I still want to go with you!” I said, trying to spare his feelings. “It just …won’t turn into anything. I’m sorry,” I added. “No, it’s okay,” Matt said. “That’s great. ‘Friends’ is okay. Uh, what time should I pick you up?” “How about six?” “Okay, then, six! Thanks, Abby,” he said, his voice a little flat. “No problem, Matt. See you then,” and I ducked out of the school faster than I had ever gone. well?? responses?! anybody? lol i know its a little short, but ill give a longer one soon...
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 17, 2010 6:27:13 GMT -5
sry for not posting in such a while...i had an english paper to write, and it was HORRIBLE! so much work.... but anywhooo, i think ill give an extra-long update today, so here goes...
Chapter 14
After several conversations with myself mentally, I decided not to tell Damian that I was going to the dance with another guy. No matter how much I stressed the ‘friends’ part of it, I couldn’t help but think that he would be upset about it. I still missed him, but whenever I did, I would just listen to a Celtic Thunder CD or send him an email, and it would feel that Damian was not as far away as I thought. It was Friday after school, and Gianna had fussed over me for almost two hours before she deemed me as ‘acceptable’ to go to the dance. My hair was curled, my black and white dress was gorgeous, and my high-heeled shoes were giving me blisters. “Beauty is rough,” Gianna said each time I complained. My mom agreed not to see me off to the dance, mainly because she and my father had one of her dinner parties to go to for work. The twins were sleeping over at a neighbor’s house. So when Matt came by to pick me up, I walked out of the house gladly, without any pictures or corsages or boutonnières. The conversation started slowly, but once Matt finally grasped that we were friends and nothing more, he began to talk more freely. We met up with Mack, Gianna, Addison, Destiny, and their dates a little before seven, which was when the dance started. All of us just hung out in a park near the school, and I did not think anything would be too unbearable tonight. It was finally seven o’clock, and everyone from school started filing into the gym. There was punch (“How tacky,” said Matt when he saw), a few bowls of chips, and other little munchies for everybody to snack on. The music was great! A whole crowd of kids almost formed a giant sort of mosh pit, which I was grudgingly dragged into the center of by Mack. Matt followed along. It was when the slow music started that I started to feel…weird. Out of place. I saw Mack and her date dancing together; they looked like they were having a good time. I tried to slip away unnoticed, but Matt found me. “Do you wanna dance?” he asked innocently. “Um…” “If you don’t want to, that’s fine,” he said quickly. “’Friends,’ I remember.” “Matt … I don’t wanna be harsh or anything, but I think it’ll mean something different to you than I’m really intending,” I said kindly. He sighed. “No, that’s alright, it’s no big deal. Let’s go sit down or get some punch or something,” he said, and I followed him to the table with punch. He poured his own punch, then handed me a cup for my own. I immediately thought of a week ago: Damian helping my mother with the groceries, being such a gentleman … he would have poured me some punch. No, Abby, don’t get all sad right now! I told myself. Matt and I made our way to some chairs and sat down. “Sorry if I’m being a kill-joy for you,” I said. “No, I get it,” Matt said. “You have a boyfriend. Why didn’t you bring him to the dance?” “Because … uh…” It was hard for me to say. “He doesn’t live around here.” I cleared my throat. “Oh, that sucks,” he said simply. The songs changed, but unfortunately, it was another slow one. Was the universe against me or something tonight? Matt started swaying in time to the song, and I could see that he really wanted to dance with me. No, I told myself. “I love this song,” he said. “Yeah, it’s nice,” and I added, “and slow.” I also started to get into the music, moving in tune, until Matt took my hand. I immediately froze; I thought he knew we were friends! Before I could yank my hand away, he leaned over onto my chair and kissed me on the lips. I tried to push him away, but I only had one hand to try and do so (he was still holding my other one). I tried to yell, to tell him to stop, but he would not pull away! Matt finally got the memo when I turned my head to the side and shoved my hand on his shoulder to push him away. He let go of my hand and looked at me. “Abby-” he started, but I was furious, upset, ashamed, and hurt. At the moment, it was the anger that ruled, so I stood up, glared down at him, and slapped him right across his right cheek. How dare he! I only agreed to come here upon the terms that we both understood that we were friends! I turned and stormed out of there with my light sweater and purse. I did not have my car, and it was only about 8:30. The twins were at a sleepover down the street from our house, and my parents were at another one of my mom’s colleague’s dinners. I had nothing to do but walk, which was good; I desperately wanted, and needed, to clear my head. As I walked down the sidewalk, I really started to get on myself about going to the dance with Matt. What was I thinking? I tried to console myself with the knowledge that we never intended for it to be a date thing, that we met up with a whole group of people, but I still was ashamed of myself. Aside from my anger and shame, I was hurt that Matt, whom I thought of as a friend, would deliberately do such a thing! I clearly was not giving any mixed signals, so I have no idea what went through his stupid little head when he kissed me. The frustration and pain built up until, on the sidewalk a block away from the school, I just burst into tears. All that I had kept bottled up since Damian left, and now this, just cam pouring out. Although my hands shook as I did it, I took my cell phone out of my purse, and dialed Damian’s number. I knew it would be late in Ireland, about 1:30 a.m., but I really needed to talk to him. I was afraid of what his reaction would be when I told him what had happened; would he be mad, jealous like I had been when those girls approached him in the restaurant? Before I had any more time to fret, after three rings, Damian’s voice came from the other end of the phone. “Hello?” He sounded as though he just woke up. “Damian?” I asked, and it was obvious from my voice that I was just crying. “Mala?” he asked, perking up. “What’s wrong?” And I spilled the whole story, not crying again until I got to the part about Matt kissing me against my previous wishes. “What?!” he shouted, and I knew that I had upset him. “I know, Damian, and I’m really sorry, I told him I didn’t want it to be a date, and I tried to stop him, but-” “Were you- did you- did you-” I knew what he was asking, and I immediately replied, saying, “No! No, I did not flirt with him or tell him to kiss me or anything.” I sounded defensive, like I had committed a crime. “Are you okay?” Damian asked. “I- I’m – yeah, I’m fine,” was my reply. “I’m just ticked off. Argh, I can’t believe him!” “What did you do when he kissed you?” he asked, although it almost sounded like he was choking with he said the word ‘kissed.’ “What else would I do? I slapped him,” I answered, hoping to get at least a little laugh out of Damian. None came. “Oh, God … Mala, if I were there-” “If you were here, you’d probably wanna go pick a fight or do something stupid, wouldn’t you?” “No, that’s not what I was going to say! I said, if I were there, none of this woulda happened, would it?” “Damian, now that’s not f-” “I know, but still!” He sighed, and then came back to the phone. “I’m ticked, I won’t deny it. I just wish I was there.” He really sounded angry. “Me, too, Damian. I miss you,” I said, my voice cracking yet again. It seems that once the tears started the first time, I had a hard time shutting them up. “Huh,” Damian said, “Montclair seems forever, now.” I sniffed. “Yeah.” “Sorry, that didn’t help, did it?” “Ha, no, not really!” I said. “But I think I’m okay now, I wanted to make sure you weren’t mad at me or anything.” “Mad?” he asked innocently. “Oh, come on Damian, you can’t honestly tell me that when I said I went to a dance with another guy you weren’t mad at me.” “Jealous, maybe, but mad…? Okay, maybe a little,” he confessed. “Yeah, jealousy’s not fun, is it? Remember the restaurant?” The line was silent for a minute as we both sat, remembering one of the more trying periods of Damian’s stay. “Okay, I think I’m good now. My house isn’t much further, and I- OW!” I yelled in pain. My stupid heel had turned in a crack in the sidewalk. “What? What happened?” Damian’s voice asked anxiously from the phone. “I turned my ankle,” I said in a strained voice. I sat down on the pavement, not caring about my dress. “How?” “I stepped in a crack in the sidewalk,” I winced. “You’re walking home? Alone? And at night? Are you mental?!” Damian’s voice must have risen at least one octave as he put the pieces together. “I didn’t have a car,” I said lamely. “Matt drove me,” I added, my voice small. “Fantastic,” he growled. “He kisses you, then leaves you without a car, causes you to sprain your ankle-” “Damian, calm down, please! It’s not a big deal, I will be fine. I’ve had worse. See, I’m getting up right now, and I’m-” But I cut off as I grunted in pain; my ankle literally felt as if it had been severed. “And you’re fine,” Damian said sarcastically. “Oh, shut up,” I said, annoyed. “I have to go, I need to call Mack or somebody to pick me up. I’m sorry!” “I know. Hang up, I’ll call you tomorrow – or, later today, seeing as it is almost two in the morning over here.” He added one laugh at the end, which was a good sign. “Bye, Damian. I love you.” “Love you, too, Mala. I’ll call you soon. Bye,” and then silence. As I was dialing Mack’s number, my own phone rang: she was calling me. “Hello?” I answered. “Oh my God, Abs! I just ran into Matt, and he was mad, so I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that you left and started crying, and then I just ran to my phone, but I couldn’t get reception, but Matt looked really mad, and I wanna know what happened, and-” “Mack! I need you to come pick me up, I have a sprained ankle.” “What? Abby, what happened?” “Mack, not now, please, I’m really hurting. I’m on Barnegat Boulevard.” “Okay, okay! I’m on my way right now,” she replied. I heard her car start through the phone as some tall figure across the street turned in my direction, then kept walking. “Oh, and Mack?” I asked, finally realizing how dangerous it was to be alone at night on the streets. “Yeah Abs?” “Hurry, please!” “Don’t worry; I’ll be there in five minutes, chill out.” Click. Soon Mack pulled over onto the side of the road where I was sitting, and she helped me into the car, but not before she let out several “What the heck happened?” “What did you do?” and “Why on Earth would you…” Once I was settled in the car, Mack finally yelled, “What the heck happened?!” And so I repeated my story again, and by the end, Mack looked horrified. “That little-” “I know!” I shouted. “Doesn’t it just make you-?” “Yes!” I cut her off, “Yes, it does!” “When I see him again-” she began. “No! Don’t say anything, I’ll deal with it myself,” I said. “But Abby…” “No,” I warned. “Just stay out of it, I’ll take care of it.” Mack sighed and decided to let the conversation drop. “How’s your ankle?” I glanced down. “It’s swelling.” She tried to help me hop into the house from her car, but in the end, we just gave up, and Mack gave me a piggyback ride into the house. She set me gingerly onto the couch, then ran to the freezer to get me some ice. I was thankful my parents were not home to ask questions; I definitely did not want to tell them the truth about how I sprained my ankle. I would just say I hurt it while dancing or something … yeah, that would work … “Do you think it’s broken?” asked Mack tentatively. “Nah,” I responded easily. “It just feels like a sprain. Soccer has given me worse.” There was silence between us. It was times like this that I was really and truly grateful to have friends like Mack. One who would leave the dance to help me home, who would leave her date … “Oh my gosh, Mack, I am so sorry that I made you leave the dance! And you just left your date there and everything-” “Don’t be stupid,” she replied, snorting. “Like I could leave you with a broken leg in the middle of the street in the middle of the night?” “Okay, first of all, I do not have a broken leg, and second of all, I was not in the middle of the street, and thirdly, it is not the middle of the night!” “Oh, shut up,” Mack joked. “You get the picture.” The night was not exactly how I had planned – it was much worse. Mack helped me limp up the stairs (the ice had helped with the pain and swelling a little) and we both went to bed. She just decided to sleep over for the heck of it, since she was already here anyway. We sat, chatting into the late hours of the morning, until we both collapsed, exhausted, into sleep.
long enough for ya? lol reply, responses, feedback, u know the drill!
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 22, 2010 5:49:11 GMT -5
ok ok ok ok sry!!! i know i havent updated in a few days, but if u knew my schedule for soccer and school, ud understand!! lol but heres the next part...ill try and update sooner, for your sakes'...
Chapter 15
A month has passed since I sprained my ankle, on that horrible night of the dance. Damian did call the next morning, but he sounded like crap. He said it was because I woke him up in the middle of the night, but I think it was because he never went back to sleep. He denies it, though. My ankle healed after a week or so, but not before I was on crutches for a few early days. Matt never did admit that he had kissed me against my will, but always claimed that I was somehow leading him on. After a few conversations with him, I decided not to talk to Matt anymore. I also had to force Mack to stay out of it and convince her that Matt was never going to come around to admitting anything. It is now the beginning of October, and my classes dragged on slower than ever. The days seemed to each be months long, and it seemed as if I would always be waiting, waiting for the day when I would finally see Damian again, for no matter how short a time. The day before the concert in Montclair was when they were all arriving, so I would drive down that Saturday and see him, then come back home and spend the night. There was no way that my parents would let me spend the night an hour or so away from home without any adult supervision! However, after many intense arguments and debates, my mother finally consented to Mack going with me to Montclair for the eight o’clock concert and driving back by ourselves. That one really took me by surprise; I had thought that she for sure would be dead-set against it. I had a slow countdown going in my head. Each morning I would wake up, and in my head, I would say Only four more weeks to go; only three more weeks …; eighteen days left… and so on. Today was day fourteen; two more weeks until Montclair. The intense eagerness I felt toward this coming date was almost tangible; Mack always told me I had a ‘certain look on my face’ or a specific ‘catch in my voice’ that would give me away. And that was the truth. I could never stop thinking about Damian! When I did forget, something, no matter how tiny or insignificant, would pop up and remind me of him again. Of course, we spoke each day on the phone or on the computer, but the time differences made it rough for both of us, and it still did not fully take away the pain of separation. Two more weeks to go … I was sure I would make it only two more weeks! But when I thought of tomorrow, of Monday, of another full week of school … it did not seem so plausible.
One more week and counting. The date was so close I could practically taste it now. I could just hear their voices fusing together, so perfect, so beautiful … I could hardly wait. It had seemed that two months would be an eternity to wait, but when I looked over the past month and a half or so, it did not seem to be an eternity: it seemed even longer! Now if only I could just hold out until Friday. Friday night I will not be able to sleep, I know. And then Saturday … I can’t wait.
Thursday night. Two more days! Of course, they would be the two slowest days of my life, but that is all: a mere 48 hours until I get to see Damian, and another 72 before my Celtic Thunder concert! My fervent enthusiasm toward the subject was driving my friends slightly mad, I will admit. But not Mack. She seemed just as keen to hit the road as I did. She is such a great friend. I knew that part of her excitement was selfless; Mack was happier for me to see Damian than she was so be seeing their concert or meeting them. I wonder if she was just as unfocused as I was now, though …
but wait! theres more...not to leave you guys hanging, or anything....muahahahahaha!!!! lol
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 25, 2010 17:11:50 GMT -5
hey all...here is the next part of my story, and i would just like to tell all ya fantastic readers how much i appreciate all ur positive comments and posts. i really take them to heart. just thought id let you know how much i love this, updating and getting responses! well, without further ado, here goes...
Chapter 16
As my quiet alarm on my phone buzzed next to my bed, I sat bolt upright, eyes popped wide open, covers thrown off; finally, today was the day that I would go to Montclair and see Damian, for the first time in two months! I hurriedly hopped out of bed and into my clothes for the day. I shoveled a few spoonfuls of cereal into my mouth, and was just about to fly out the door when my mom came down the steps. Mack and I had decided to leave fairly early in the morning, at around 7:30 or so. The clock on the microwave read 7:13. So what if I was early? The sooner we get to Montclair, the better off I will be! “Hey,” my mother said groggily. “Hi, mom,” I said impatiently. I shot glances at the door, desiring to be whisked out through it and on my way to Montclair. “Call me when you get there, okay, honey?” The sweetness of her tone entered my ears, making my impatient tone disappear. “I will. And,” I continued when she opened her mouth to say something else, “-and I’ll call every few hours to check in, and I’ll call when we leave, and I’ll call when we’re close to home.” “Good,” said Mom, “I was afraid I was going to have to say all that!” We both laughed. “Okay, Mom, I’m gonna head out now …” And I swiftly grabbed my jacket, purse, and car keys and I sprinted through the door. I turned around to quickly give my mom a quick kiss on the cheek, then I booked toward the car. “Drive safely!” she called. “If you get tired, let Mack-” “Okay, Mom!” I called over my shoulder, not even bothering to pay attention to what she was saying. I was finally leaving! I hit speed dial 8: Mack’s cell. If she wasn’t ready or overslept, I would have to strangle her. “Come on, Mack, pick up!” I groaned as her phone rang a third time. “Oh, you mean my phone?” asked Mack, her head suddenly appearing in the passenger side window. “Geez!” I exclaimed as I just about jumped out of my skin. “Don’t scare me like that!” “Fine, sorry, Abs,” Mack laughed. “Alright, let’s hit the road!” she yelled. “Here’s the GPS.” We put the coordinates in the GPS, which gave us directions. While I drove, we covered a myriad of topics. That is, until after about twenty minutes, Mack yawned hugely and said, “I think I’ll take a nap.” I turned down the radio, and she leaned back in the passenger seat. She was out within minutes. Driving alone was always a pleasure to me. Or rather, driving with my thoughts alone seemed more fitting for this morning. I peered out the newly cleaned windows to see the sun. It was a clear morning, with the sun shining brightly through trees and the sky stained with thin, stringy clouds. The bright burst of blue that was the sky kept attracting my eye; if I did not have to keep my eyes on the road, I would have been staring dreamily into the sky. The color reminded me of Damian’s eyes. I instantly felt my stomach knot, my breath catch, my chest fill with warmth, and my pulse quicken; my usual response whenever Damian danced into my thoughts. I was just dying to see him again. I did not even care that we would see each other for the shortest time yet (two days); all I cared about was seeing him again, being held in his arms, kissing him … I lightly turned up the radio, and played my Take Me Home CD that has been in the CD player since July. It was quiet enough that Mack should not be disturbed. I listened to Damian’s suave, profound voice; it gave me goosebumps. Each word that he sang was precious to me, and I held them forever in my mind. It was the kind of thing that I never wanted to forget, a special moment that replayed itself over and over again. I cherished his voice almost as much as his eyes, the deep, sensational blue that they were. Often, I became lost in their bottomless gaze. And a whole forty more minutes until we arrived … Mack gave a little snore that broke me out of my reverie. Leave it to her to ruin one of my moments, I thought bitterly. However, it was hard to stay angry with Mack for long. She had a one-of-a-kind nature that spoke volumes to me, the way I wish my personality were. Bored, with nobody to talk to, I left my mind drift away from Damian, yet I still paid attention to the road in front of me. Several times, I glanced at my phone, sitting in the cup holder, eager to call him. I restrained myself, though. I would see him a little while, and besides, he was probably still sleeping. It must be tiring, being on tour. I moved left one lane with a quick glimpse into two of my mirrors. I looked into the rear-view mirror on the windshield, and I caught my own plain brown eyes staring back. A sense of that old feeling of being ordinary and, in some sense, useless, came creeping back. What made me so special that Mack, Damian, and my friends love me so? I knew things abut others that made them so lovable. I turned to look at Mack, sound asleep. What was there not to love about her? She was pretty, nurturing, loyal, levelheaded, and the best friend anyone could ever ask for. And Damian … all of the above! But me? I just could not figure it out. Of course you can’t, said a familiar voice from the back of my head. That’s what makes you so important in everyone’s eyes: they each find some different, special little quality about you that they love. Duh. Really? I asked the voice. I never thought about it that way before. And I’m sure that other people do not know what about them makes them so lovable! Huh. Maybe the voice was right … Of course I’m right, it snapped. Great, now I am crazy, too. Delusional. I just had a conversation with an imaginary voice in my head. I’m not imaginary! it shouted. Shut up, I replied. During all this, we had come a lot further. The GPS said it would only be about twenty more minutes until we should arrive. Next to me, Mack stirred. “How much longer?” she asked sleepily, her eyes drooping again already. “Just a few minutes,” I said gently. Her head flopped back and hit the seat, again out cold About fifteen minutes later, I was getting onto an exit and shaking Mack awake. “What?” she groaned crankily. “We’re here.”
so...? arent u just DYING of anticipation?! lol reply reply respond respond feedback feedback! lol ill update soon!
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 29, 2010 5:45:49 GMT -5
alright, i wont make u wait much longer, so heres the next bit!
Chapter 17
Mack was alert within the blink of an eye. She picked up the GPS and said, “Holy cow, we’re here!” “Yes Mack, we are,” I said in a sarcastic, patronizing voice. “Well, almost. Another couple of miles or so, and we should be by their hotel. Here, call Damian and make sure that he’s awake.” I tossed Mack my phone from the cup holder. A few seconds later, she was saying into the phone, “Hello?” There was a muffled sound from the other end, and Mack replied by saying, “No, this is Mack. Are you up?” The muffled sound became louder, and Mack said, “It’s 8:20! Why aren’t you up?” A snappy, static-y reply came from the phone, and I assumed that Damian had just been awakened by our call. “Put it on speaker,” I said to Mack, who rolled her eyes, but obediently pushed the button for speakerphone. “Hey,” I practically yelled into the phone, which Mack was holding between us. “Mala! Hey,” said Damian. “You just woke up now, didn’t you?” I asked accusingly. “Okay, well I had set my alarm – but somebody must’ve taken – it was a long – yeah, I just woke up. When will you be here?” “In about three minutes,” I said. “Great. Well, I’ll be downstairs in the lobby in five, so drive slowly.” I laughed, and even scowling Mack let out a small chuckle. “Okay, see you then.” And Mack hung up. She was grumbling something about being Damian being lazy, but I hushed her up really fast with my excited squeal. She looked shocked, but then her excitement matched my own. Soon, we were pulling into the hotel parking lot. I all but ran out of the car, and Mack had to remind me to pull the keys from the ignition. We hurried into the lobby, but with no night of Damian. I reluctantly plopped on a comfy chair to wait, in perfect view of the elevators. “When is he going to get here?!” I asked impatiently, checking the clock on the wall. “Abs, chill! We’ve only been waiting for …” she also checked the clock, “About a minute and a half.” “Mack!” I whined. “Sorry for being impatient, but I haven’t seen him in months, so excuse me for being a little anxious! You know, you could-” “Alright, Abs, don’t have a brain hemorrhage, he’ll be here soon!” As soon as Mack said that, the elevator bell dinged. I jumped up from my chair and stared into the crowd of people leaving the elevator expectantly. Damian was not among them. I sat back down in a hurry, looking severely disappointed. From behind me, a thickly accented, deep, smooth voice spoke. “Over here,” it said. I jumped up once again, and turned to face the person from whom the voice had come. “Damian!” I squealed. I ran behind my chair and gave him the hugest hug in the world. Just like last time we saw each other, the hug lifted me off my feet. To be here, to hold him in my arms once more … it was like we were never apart. I began to lean forward to kiss him, but I remembered Mack standing there by us, and I was thoroughly embarrassed. I pulled away what I thought was subtly, but Mack rolled her eyes at me and Damian smirked. Mack gave Damian a quick squeeze of a hug and then said, “Well, what’re we doing today?” “I dunno,” said Damian. “I know the area just about as well as you do!” “Well, how about Mack meets the rest of the guys?” “Isn’t that kinda what the Meet and Greets are for?” Mack asked. “Yeah, but still …” I said. Lame excuse, but we had nothing better to do! “Well, I would introduce you,” said Damian, “But they were all out drinking last night and they’re probably hungover.” He yawned, then added, “And tired.” I got my first good look of Damian. He was wearing a plain pair of jeans, along with a white t-shirt under a thin flannel, long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked tired, and horribly disheveled. His hair was messy, and imprints of the pillows and covers still on his face from waking up. Although there were faint circles of exhaustion under Damian’s eyes, the bright blue eyes were alight with excitement. At least I was not the only one …. “Well, we’ll just drive around and check out the place and catch up with the others later,” I said simply. Mack shrugged, and proceeded to the car, leaving me to pull Damian along by the hand. Mack walked out the automatic doors of the lobby, but as I was following her, Damian tugged my hand. I stopped and turned around, but before my head made it all the way around, he was kissing me. It was the first time we had kissed in almost two months; it was nice. “Hey, are you guys coming?” I heard Mack’s voice call from outside. Damian and I broke apart, and he sighed. “It’s just like the summer! Always interrupted, remember?” he said. “Yeah, I remember,” I muttered. Mack was starting to tick me off! But, like I thought before, it was hard to stay mad at her for long. We strolled into the parking lot, and I thought of what the day could possibly hold. It was the first time Damian and I had seen each other in months; so how would we spend the day? Hmmm …
i know its not much, but things will pick up a little bit, trust me!!! and the sequel to this one started off really slowly, but its also starting to pick up and get moving...i cant wait to post it!!!
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Post by laurenne on Mar 29, 2010 19:03:00 GMT -5
What are they gonna do during the day? More, please.
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Post by damians1stluver on Mar 29, 2010 23:49:18 GMT -5
AHHHHHHHHHH I hate cliffhangers lol update soon please
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 31, 2010 8:10:00 GMT -5
hey guys, thanks for the replies! id update right now, but im in the middle of biology class, so maybe later lol. acutally, maybe tomorrow, since i have softball after school... sry! but anywhoo...the sequel is coming along, slowly but surely, and i was wondering if u had any suggestions...?! lemme know!!
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 5, 2010 13:20:46 GMT -5
sry for not posting for a few days, but now my updates will hopefully be more frequent b/c im on spring break!!!!! woohoo!!!
Chapter 18
After a few minutes of driving around, we all decided to go out to breakfast. Damian had just woken up, and Mack was always hungry. Plus, it was still early enough for restaurants to serve breakfast. At the nearest little diner, we walked in and were seated by a cute blonde waitress. She looked disappointed when she saw Damian and me holding hands. I gave her one of my few cold glares, and she seemed to get the picture! Yet she still made obvious attempts of flirting with him. It ticked me off. Mack, who would always be blunt, said once after the waitress walked away, “Dear God, that waitress is so annoying!” Damian so innocently responded, “What do you mean?” “Oh, shut up,” said Mack. “Come on! You seriously didn’t see her flirting with you since the moment we walked in? Gimme a break!” I snorted. He turned a little red: a dead giveaway. “Yeah, so? She can flirt all she wants.” And he leaned into me in our booth to give me a quick kiss on the cheek, making my face flush slightly. “Nice recovery,” I said, and both Damian and Mack laughed. Our food came a few minutes later, and Damian scarfed his down with amazing speed. He also downed the leftovers of my plate! Mack ate her own French toast quietly. When it was time to pay, Damian whipped out his wallet before I could get out my own. Such a gentleman, I found myself thinking. It was so nice to be around Damian again after so long, I could not even describe my elation. There were times that my gladness boiled up, up, up so far that it almost came out in a hysterical fit of giggles. The way he looked at me, the brush of his elbow against mine as we ate, the way his voice sounded when it was not over the phone … I loved and missed it all. “So, where to?” Damian asked, taking hold of my hand as we walked back out to the parking lot. “I don’t know. Will the guys be up yet?” I asked. “Eh, maybe Ryan, if he gets up for a run,” Damian said, “but Keith and Paul … probably not.” We climbed in the car and drove around for a little longer. “Ooh, let’s go there!” exclaimed Mack, and I slowed down to look at the store to which she was pointing. It turns out it was a mall. I do not know how I missed it! It appeared to be just past opening, and it looked pretty huge. We had some time to kill, so why not, I figured? After a silent, questioning look at Damian, he responded, “Alright, let’s go.” He sounded almost reluctant, but I brushed it off. Mack was excited; shopping was her element. We passed several expensive clothing stores, which I had to drag Mack from. She did not have the money to buy even a hanger from one of the stores! We passed an Auntie Anne’s, the pretzel shop, when surprise, surprise! Mack and Damian were hungry again. “Guys, come on, it’s only been like an hour,” I argued, but then Damian proceeded to drool over a small box of cinnamon sticks. Ten minutes and twelve cinnamon sticks later, we were once again roaming the mall, just enjoying spending time together. Several times, I thought of Mack, and wondered if she thought she was being a third wheel. If she was, she certainly hid it very well. We passed a pet store within the mall, one full of cute little puppies. “Here, let’s go in here!” cried Mack, and she went running off into the store. “Dogs!” exclaimed Damian, and he tugged me to follow along into the store. I trailed behind warily; and four-legged animal and I did not get along! “Do we have to get a puppy to play with?” I asked, exasperated, as Mack asked an employee if we could hold a puppy. The employee gave Mack an amber-colored puppy, and she thanked him. “Of course we do!” Mack said. “Aren’t they just too cute?” “Yeah, just adorable,” I said as the wiggling cocker spaniel puppy in Mack’s arms licked my cheek. I wiped it off, and Damian laughed. “C’mon, dogs are fun!” he said. I snorted. Mack handed Damian the dog, and the little puppy, whose name was Charlie, the employee told us, proceeded to pant and lick Damian. “Look, isn’t he cute?” he asked. Both his eyes and Charlie’s were staring at me, and under both their gazes I melted. “Yeah, he’s a good dog,” I conceded. I scratched behind Charlie’s ears and his tongue lagged out of his mouth. I took him from Damian’s arms and held him in my own. Charlie began licking my face, and I was beginning to have a real affection toward this dog! Until he bit me. One second, he was licking my face, being a nice little puppy, and the next second, he chomped right on my nose! I dropped Charlie in shock, and both he and I let out a little yelp; his of surprise, and mine of pain. Seeing freedom, Charlie made a run for it, right out of the store, and Damian caught him before he got to the bench just outside the store. Mack looked at me and shook her head, while Damian came back inside laughing. He pet Charlie, then gave him back to the man, who put him back in his cage. He whimpered a little, but I did not really care; he bit my nose! It did not hurt too badly, however. “Stupid dog,” I muttered, then began to walk away from the store, with Damian and Mack in tow. “Aw, he didn’t mean it,” said Damian. “He bit my nose!” I exclaimed. Damian leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose, and said, “There, all better!” I smiled, rolled my eyes, and said, “Yeah, I guess so.” We both laughed, but Mack cleared her throat. I ignored her. Damian threw his arm over my shoulders and we kept walking through the mall. We had almost seen all of it when Mack demanded we went into her favorite clothing store. “Mack-” I began to protest. “No, no, no, we are going into this store, and we are not leaving ‘til I say so!” she said stubbornly. I glanced at Damian, who shrugged, and unenthusiastically followed her into the store. Mack went WAY overboard with clothes; one of her favorite pastimes was picking out outfits for me to try on in the dressing room. One time I refused, and she almost literally forced the clothes over my head in the dressing room. Gianna, Addison, Destiny, and Madeline were all rolling with laughter. This time, however, she insisted that Damian try on clothes that she picked out. When Damian tried to protest, I shoved him into a dressing room and said, “Oh no! You aren’t getting out of this one! Mack’s done this to me for years, so just take it like a man.” He hesitantly made his way into the dressing room, but while he was changing, Mack said, “Oh, don’t worry; you’re next.” By the time our little fashion show was complete, it was close to eleven o’clock. “D’you wanna get going?” I asked. “Definitely!” said Damian, and Mack looked a little let down. I was relieved! No more fashion shows today! “Oh, get over it Mack,” I said. “You can always dress me up some other time.” She sighed over-dramatically, yet she followed us out to the parking lot. The morning was a hit so far, I had decided. As we drove back to the hotel to meet the rest of the guys, I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the day held.
sooo...what did ya think? lemme know! and the sequel is coming along nicely, as ive probably already mentioned...but this story is still FAR from over!
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Post by iluvct on Apr 5, 2010 19:21:16 GMT -5
omg i have a cocker spaniel !!!!!
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Post by laurenne on Apr 5, 2010 21:40:52 GMT -5
I loved it. More soon, please.
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