Chapter 8
As it turned out, Meg also got grounded. Both for 2 weeks. What is it with parents and 2
weeks? Our grades started slipping, we got in trouble more, and we started doing stuff
we never should have done. We started getting into alcohol. I swore I’d never turn out
like my dad, but I was at a very good starting point. At one point, it got really bad. I
tried to commit suicide by hanging myself, just like this one girl’s twin sister, Sara, did (I
had read it in a magazine). For my good fortune, it didn’t work. School got worse and
worse by the day. I had been a strait A student, teachers loved me, and had only 1
detention in my life (because my friends Lee and Chris and I started making fun of the
teacher. He was a dork anyway). I totally flip-flopped. I was lucky to get a C+, teachers
hated me, and had 1 or 2 detentions daily. It was all until the 3 month anniversary of
when I had met Brian. (I couldn’t believe that I had made it 3 months. It seemed like a
lifetime). I was at home. I started singing to myself a new song I had made up. You see,
the one thing good I had done since that day was write songs. I hoped to give them to
Brian. Even though we had addresses and phone numbers, they didn’t work. Everytime I
called, it said this number was unavailable, or my e-mail was unable to be delivered. My
snail mail was always marked, no residence at address. I was so frustrated. Anyway, I
was singing to myself and I hear a ring of the doorbell. I went to answer and before I said
anything I was picked up off my feet, lifted into his arms, and kissed the best kiss I’d ever
received.
“Brian!”
“Sara, baby girl, I’ve missed you so much!”
“Me too.” It was hard to talk, between the kisses, if you know what I mean.
“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you!”
“Me too. You haven’t got anything? I haven’t got anything from you either.”
“That’s so weird. You still have all the same numbers and stuff don’t you?”
“Yeah, and you?”
“Yeah. That’s weird. That doesn’t matter. Your here! I’ve got so much to tell
you. I’ve missed you so much!”
“Same here!” We went inside.
“Want something to drink? I’ve got Pepsi, kool aid, water, and alcoholic
beverages, take your pick.”
“Nah, I’m not thirsty.” I started to grab for a beer, but then I realized it. My soul
mate was here. I didn’t need a beer to make me happy. I needed him!
“I’ve got something very important to tell you, sweet thing. You’d better be
sitting down. This might take a while.”
“I’ve got all the time in the world for you, baby.” I started to tell him the whole
story. Everything from the grades, the drinking, to the suicide. “You have been through a
lot since we last saw each other. I can’t believe you thought you were so alone that you
needed to try suicide. But we’re here for each other now. You don’t need any of that
other crap. What about Megan?”
“Basically her life has been my life. They’re identical almost.”
“That’s too bad. I heard you singing, you sound great. Are you out for chorus?”
“I’ve thought about it. I was in 7th grade, ah, back in the day. Then I quit. Me
and my friends always are singing, whether it’s on the radio or we wrote it.”
“You write music?”
“Yeah, I’ve tried to send it to you. Hold on.” I went to my desk in my room and
scrounged around until I found the blue folder. I walked back out to the kitchen and gave
him the folder. “In here is all the songs I’ve written. I didn’t start until I met you. The
words just come to me.”
“These are good. Can any of your friends sing?”
“Yeah, Meg, Amber, Lia, Amy, are most likely the best out of my friends.”
“You guys should start a group.”
“Really? Your kidding. When and where should we meet. It’s gonna be hard
cause Amy lives 60 miles away.”
“That’s ok. I’ll get her and I’ll call your friends to get together at, well, not here.
By the way, when does your mom get home?” I had never thought about that.
“About 5 o’clock.”
“Oh, shit, that’s not much time. How about next week, 5:00, my hotel room. I’ll
get your friend Amy then come for you guys at your house. About 4:45. It’s about a 15
minute drive.”
“Why are you here anyway?”
“For you.”
“Shouldn’t you be with the guys?”
“This is our 2 month vacation until it’s time for the next album recording.”
“And your spending it with me and not your family? I feel so selfish.”
“You? Selfish? Out of what you’ve been through? I don’t think so. Besides, I
love you. I think you love me.”
“Of course I do. Are you crazy?”
“Not at last check.” I started cracking up. That was the first time I had laughed
since my Grandpa’s boyfriend, cheesy, joke. I hadn’t talked to my Grandpa since that evil
day in the hospital. I still cry about that day til this day. “Give me your friend’s phone
numbers and I’ll make arrangements. Here’s my hotel number.” He gave me a small
sheet of paper. I started to write down the phone numbers. I gave them to Brian.
“Thanks dude. I’ve gotta go if your mom’s comin home soon. I’ll call you tomorrow. I
love you.”
“Ok, I love you, too sweetie.” We exchanged kisses and he was on his way to the
hotel. “See you,” I said as he drove away. Minutes later my mom came home. “Just in
time,” I thought.
Cont.
Chapter 9
