Dear Diary Chapter 32
Forget and Forgive
First I think I need to get a couple of things straight. To begin with, I write for buzzle in my FREE TIME. If I don't have free time, I don't write. Some people need to understand that. Second, I don't have much free time lately, but if you aren't an author for buzzle then I honestly don't expect you to understand. And third, I am Scene, if you don't know what that is then look it up, but that branches from emo and preps lump us all in one category anyway, but that emo/punk/scene in me makes me obligated not to give a crap what any of you say about my work or my timing. I don't care if you don't want to read the next chapter. I don't care if you x out of the internet right now and "think twice about reading my material again." I DON'T CARE. 3 days people, am I not entitled to a vacation? So for those of you who actually WANT to be here now reading my work, here's chapter 32. And if you don't want to read then hit the back button, nothing is stopping you. Either way: Enjoy.
Dear Diary Chapter 32: Forgive and Forget
Nick's POV:
I felt the raindrops hit my jacket, each one soaking me just slightly more. If that were at all possible. My hair ran down into my eyes, damn the length, and I moved my hand to wipe it away. As Ana turned I did, like a puppy following it's master. I had forgotten we were in one of the largest cities in America until I looked around. Crummy apartments were packed on top of each other, no matter how tightly the people were crammed together physically they were not close, here it was each man for himself and all that he could get. Every window was tightly shut and the blinds drawn. If the cops questioned them as to the shots fired in the alley below, no one would speak.
No wonder they had gotten away with their business all this time. It really is about location, this was the part of the city I had planned Ana would never see but ironically she had spent most of our "vacation" here. Huh.
She pulled the door open, holding it only that way for me and then Vinny then letting it slam on the arm of the henchman that followed closely behind Vinny. He didn't look happy but Ana did.
Confidently, as if she had known this china shop all of her life, she led the way to a table far in the back but close to the windows. She sat on the dull yellow vinyl seat and slid across to the window, she patted the seat and smiled at me. Her smile wasn't quite right even though she pretended she was fine. It made me scared.
I looked around the packed restaurant. I would have loved the prospect of Chinese food, had the circumstances not been similar to the present ones, but oddly I was repulsed by the smell of the fried food. The shop was packed, not with people but things; plants, statuettes, papers, pictures, and tables were all crowded far to closely in the confined space. The walls were painted a burgundy-pink that churned my stomach.
I sat and took her hand under the table as the goons all packed into the tiny booth seat in front of us. The table was perfectly divided, good and evil. Or so I thought.
"So, Vinny," Ana said, giving him a sly smile, "you were saying..."
His face dimmed and he scowled before he answered, "I was saying that there are some things you need to know... all of you..." he said, giving Ava a look I didn't quite understand.
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2 Weeks later: Ana's POV
(Don't be mad, It would have been very hard to explain what happened that night. I wouldn't have done it justice.)
We sat in the grass on a blanket, back in Hayes Crossing. For the first time in weeks I was happy. And I knew why.
The weather men expected this to be the last warm day of the year, and warm it was. The wind blew my hair around my face and I stared out over the side of the hill, hoping that, by some miracle, the trees would move and I would be able to see Mount Warner in the distance. I had seen it once, on the clearest day I had ever seen in my Hayes Crossing life. And even though it had been long ago I would never forget how it looked, the harsh slopes rising and falling to the perfect shape of an upside down V against the ever-murky sky.
Another sound behind me snapped me from my reviere, "Can I please," I stretched the word, "please, look yet?" I asked in my most wheedling voice.
"Actually, yes." He said and it caught me off guard. That had been the fifty-second time I had asked that in the past five minutes alone. But I recovered from this shock quickly and turned to see the surprise.
I gave him a frown, "Did you make all of that food?" I asked, doubtfully. If he had it probably wasn't healthy. He had laid out a pic-nic, stupid foods packed carefully into perfect containers and laid out perfectly on the stupid blanket. My parents would be proud of his environmental effort.
"No," he answered, looking at me as if that fact should have been obvious, and I had to admit that it had been. "But I did TRY, doesn't trying get me anything?" A fakely innocent smile crept across his face and I jumped into his lap.
Staring into his eyes I said, "Yes, it does. What exactly do you want your prize to be?" I asked him, but leaned down to kiss him, not needing an answer. After a few moments he smiled and shifted his hand from my back to the ground, propping us both back up.
"That was nice, but I'm not letting you cheat me out of what I really want." He said, again the sly smile. I was curious now.
I cocked my head to the side, "and what's that?" I frowned, trying to figure his angle.
He pulled he box from nowhere. It wasn't there one second, then it was the next. Like magic, I thought as he pulled my chin up from staring at the tiny thing. I knew what it was. I couldn't think. "You." He said giving me the box. "Please, Annabel, marry me?"
I didn't speak but the word came from somewhere, "Yes."
Dear Diary Chapter 32: Forgive and Forget
Nick's POV:
I felt the raindrops hit my jacket, each one soaking me just slightly more. If that were at all possible. My hair ran down into my eyes, damn the length, and I moved my hand to wipe it away. As Ana turned I did, like a puppy following it's master. I had forgotten we were in one of the largest cities in America until I looked around. Crummy apartments were packed on top of each other, no matter how tightly the people were crammed together physically they were not close, here it was each man for himself and all that he could get. Every window was tightly shut and the blinds drawn. If the cops questioned them as to the shots fired in the alley below, no one would speak.
No wonder they had gotten away with their business all this time. It really is about location, this was the part of the city I had planned Ana would never see but ironically she had spent most of our "vacation" here. Huh.
She pulled the door open, holding it only that way for me and then Vinny then letting it slam on the arm of the henchman that followed closely behind Vinny. He didn't look happy but Ana did.
Confidently, as if she had known this china shop all of her life, she led the way to a table far in the back but close to the windows. She sat on the dull yellow vinyl seat and slid across to the window, she patted the seat and smiled at me. Her smile wasn't quite right even though she pretended she was fine. It made me scared.
I looked around the packed restaurant. I would have loved the prospect of Chinese food, had the circumstances not been similar to the present ones, but oddly I was repulsed by the smell of the fried food. The shop was packed, not with people but things; plants, statuettes, papers, pictures, and tables were all crowded far to closely in the confined space. The walls were painted a burgundy-pink that churned my stomach.
I sat and took her hand under the table as the goons all packed into the tiny booth seat in front of us. The table was perfectly divided, good and evil. Or so I thought.
"So, Vinny," Ana said, giving him a sly smile, "you were saying..."
His face dimmed and he scowled before he answered, "I was saying that there are some things you need to know... all of you..." he said, giving Ava a look I didn't quite understand.
___________________________________
2 Weeks later: Ana's POV
(Don't be mad, It would have been very hard to explain what happened that night. I wouldn't have done it justice.)
We sat in the grass on a blanket, back in Hayes Crossing. For the first time in weeks I was happy. And I knew why.
The weather men expected this to be the last warm day of the year, and warm it was. The wind blew my hair around my face and I stared out over the side of the hill, hoping that, by some miracle, the trees would move and I would be able to see Mount Warner in the distance. I had seen it once, on the clearest day I had ever seen in my Hayes Crossing life. And even though it had been long ago I would never forget how it looked, the harsh slopes rising and falling to the perfect shape of an upside down V against the ever-murky sky.
Another sound behind me snapped me from my reviere, "Can I please," I stretched the word, "please, look yet?" I asked in my most wheedling voice.
"Actually, yes." He said and it caught me off guard. That had been the fifty-second time I had asked that in the past five minutes alone. But I recovered from this shock quickly and turned to see the surprise.
I gave him a frown, "Did you make all of that food?" I asked, doubtfully. If he had it probably wasn't healthy. He had laid out a pic-nic, stupid foods packed carefully into perfect containers and laid out perfectly on the stupid blanket. My parents would be proud of his environmental effort.
"No," he answered, looking at me as if that fact should have been obvious, and I had to admit that it had been. "But I did TRY, doesn't trying get me anything?" A fakely innocent smile crept across his face and I jumped into his lap.
Staring into his eyes I said, "Yes, it does. What exactly do you want your prize to be?" I asked him, but leaned down to kiss him, not needing an answer. After a few moments he smiled and shifted his hand from my back to the ground, propping us both back up.
"That was nice, but I'm not letting you cheat me out of what I really want." He said, again the sly smile. I was curious now.
I cocked my head to the side, "and what's that?" I frowned, trying to figure his angle.
He pulled he box from nowhere. It wasn't there one second, then it was the next. Like magic, I thought as he pulled my chin up from staring at the tiny thing. I knew what it was. I couldn't think. "You." He said giving me the box. "Please, Annabel, marry me?"
I didn't speak but the word came from somewhere, "Yes."
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