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01-04-2006, 11:41 PM
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Actualllllllllly, my friend Camel-Camille calls me that. But I guess you two can share it. Maddi - where in ze world is that fan sign? I'm closing that shizz tomorrow. But maybe you could just PM it to me. If you didn't forget...
Okay. New chapter. I lied about the new Frank story. Not so sure I'm doing it anymore. You'll be the first to know my lovies.
"BOYS LIKE HIM ALWAYS THINK ABOUT GIRLS LIKE YOU [[ frank iero ]] -- CHP. 9
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The sun shone through the grey clouds, sending patches of light onto us as we walked home. Just patched of bright among all the black.
That's what Frank was, what walking home with him was. It was light among the shadow's that were gathering.
I kept wondering what he was thinking. I bet his friend, the Way boy, had told him that I was sitting with those girls. Would Frank care? Why would he care? They were just girls. And we were just friends. Just two people who walked home together. He just sat next to me in Literature. He was just my project partner.
Maybe I wanted him to care.
Did I?
Did I want him to care about who I sat with? To wish I sat with him like I wished I sat with him?
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"So you can come over tomorrow?" He had picked up a rock on the ground, and was tossing it between hands, walking backwards to look at me.
He always walked faster than I did. Only a few steps, but enough to put distance between us.
"Yeah," Unless my mom made me stay. Sometimes she used to. But it was for school. Maybe I could just lie...Tell her I was going to Jordan's. I don't know how she would feel about going to a boy's house. "Yeah, I can."
He smiled. "Good, I've got ideas for the project..."
I didn't care about the project. I didn't care about literature. I wanted to talk with Frank.
But all those words that I had piled up inside me, all that confusion, stayed stuck in my throat and all I got for hoping was an awkward silence.
He stopped, dropping the stone he had been holding, staring at it as it fell. The sound rang across the empty street.
"So you sit with those girls?" He asked, conversationally. "Like, uh, Bianca..."
Oh god...What if he thinks I'm like them? Or like I wanna be with them?
"No!" The word came out to quickly. "No, they invited me over. Jordan was mad at me...They, they're not...They're not my friends."
It made him smile.
It made him smile. God, he liked that I didn't sit with them. That I wasn't like them.
And the smile changed to a slight frown. "You fight with Jordan a lot?"
"No...Well. Yeah. Lately we have...Lately," I stared at my porch. We were right in front of my house. My mother's car was in the driveway. "Things have been really different. I think everything is changing..."
"It sure is." He caught my gaze again, smiling slightly. "Tomorrow, then?"
"Yeah," I smiled back. "Tomorrow."
The feeling of his lips on my cheek still stung as I shut the gate behind me, realizing for the first time that while we had been talking...
He had walked right beside me.
And he cared.
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I opened the door, only to find the diamonds on their crosses sparkling in the light from the glass lamps.
"Hi mom. Sarah." The words came out so quiet. So afraid.
She stood, smiling, touching my hair and looking me up and down.
"Bernadette Elizabeth," she frowned. "What have I told you about wearing lipgloss?"
I wanted to hit her. I wasn't even wearing lipgloss.
"Do you really want the whole world to think that you're some kind of whoret?"
For some reason, in the background, my dad was still smiling.
But I knew, that at least under this roof, all the smiling was done for me.
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