Chapter Seven
Isaac looked at his watch. "Um, guys...it's 8:00!" he said. They had been playing video
games for several hours. Kristi paused the game and looked up.
"8:00 o' clock? No way!" she said, grabbing his watch. Isaac smiled at the
warmth of her hands. Zac sadly turned his gaze away from the tv, and toward Kristi and
Isaac.
"I think we should go home, Mom will kill us!" Zac said. Kristi, just then
remembered how they were suppose to be home after they packed Lacey's stuff up.
"Oh no!" she sighed. Kristi jumped over a box that lay comfortably on the
floor. "Let me call Mom, so she knows we're OKay!" She picked up the phone, and quickly
dialed my number.
I taped the final box shut, and blew my bangs out of my eyes. The phone rang
loudly, and I looked around. I couldn't find the phone. "TAYLOR!" I called. I heard Taylor
run down the hallway.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked. I noticed he was covered in tape. I
laughed and pulled a piece of tape out of his hair.
"The phone.. I can't find it!" I said. The phone rang again. Our eyes met and
we both turned toward a box in the corner of my bedroom. "Oh no!" I cried out. Taylor
found it funny, and he laughed.
"C'mon..-" he said, pulling my toward the box. We roughly started to pull
the tape off of the box. The phone rang 8 more times, before we actually opened the box.
Kristi sighed and rolled her eyes. "They aren't picking up!" she said. Zac grabbed
his coat and roughly pulled his hair back into a pony-tail.
"Try again!" Isaac said, placing his hands on Kristi's shoulder. She smiled
and dialed the number again!
I stood up and fell back against my bed. The phone rang 2 seconds later. Taylor
sighed and fell next to me.
"Which box might the phone be in?" he asked. I smiled and blew my breath
out quickly.
"Dumb me!" I said, slapping my forehead. "We could've got the phone down
stairs!" I stated. Tay looked at me, and kissed my hand.
"I'll get it!" he said, and dashed out the door. I smiled at his strength.
We've been packing, and cleaning for about 3 hours now. We bearly said a word to each
other, only except if we needed something we couldn't find. What happened earlier was
weird, and we both felt uncomfortable about it. Before my mind could run free, Taylor ran
into the room, with the phone held up to his ear. He smiled and handed me the phone.
"Hello?" I asked. I was starting to grow to hate the phone. The last several
times the phone rang I ended up crying...somehow.
"Is mom home yet?" Kristi asked. I sighed with relief.
"Um, no...are the guys still with you?" I asked her. Kristi laughed and I
heard a noise in the background. "I'll take that as a yes!" I giggled oddly. "Krissy, listen
Mrs. Hanson called, and the guys are spending the night with us!" I told her. Taylor went
down on his knees, and he started to tape the box that we just went through shut. Kristi
was smiling, and I could tell.
"Really? When did you find out?" she asked me. "Hey guys!" she called to
Zac and Ike. "Your mom called, and you guys are spending the night at our house!" I smiled
and knew she was happy.
"Anyways, Lacey doesn't know yet! We can't seem to get in touch with her,
where is she?" I asked. Taylor stood up, tilted his head, and walked out of the room. For a
second my mind went with him, and I wanted to follow him. Just then as I was about to get
up Kristi cleared her throat.
"She went out! Don't make supper, she should be back with Pizza!" she told
me. "Anyway, gotta go! Bye!" Kristi said, and hung up the phone. My mouth was open and I
wondered what was going on.
I stood up and walked out into the hallway. "Tay! Where did you go?" I asked, my
voice shaking. I turned around and heard a lazy noise come from the bathroom.
"I'm in here, what's wrong?" he asked, and peaked his head into the
doorway. I smiled. He had his hair pulled back into a lose ponytail, and his pants were
pulled up past his knees. I examined his presence. He was wearing yellow gloves, and his
black shirt was wet with soap.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, as I walked into the doorway. I looked
around. Taylor had decided to clean the toilet.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he remark. He stuck his hand in the
toilet and started to scrub. I watched as his hair fell out of his pony-tail, and fell around
his face. Half of which fell softly into the water. "Ugh!" Taylor said, his voice agitated.
"You don't have to do this! The bathroom is Lacey's job. She claimed all 3
of them...remember?" I told him. I couldn't help but noticed how cute he looked. He looked
up at me.
"Ugh!" was all he could say. I held out my hands, as an offering. Taylor
looked up at me. "I guess we're done then!" he said, taking my hands. I pulled him up and
shook out my hands.
"Is that stuff suppose to sting?" I asked, my eyes watering. He looked at
me, and then down at the bottle of 'Strengther Bleach'.
"Uh oh!" he whispered, and quickly yanked off his gloves. He turned and
threw them into the bathtub.
"It hurts!" I cried, and shook my hands quickly. I wasn't sure why Bleach
was doing this to my hands. I've worked with that Bleach before, and it never stung ever.
Taylor looked at me, and took my wrists.
"Stop moving!" he told me. Taylor pulled me over to the sink and turned the
cold water on.
"It's not helping!" I stated, and squeezed my eyes shut. "It feels like it's
eating up my skin!" I cried. Taylor squeezed my wrists in an act of nervousness.
"Mandie?" he whispered.
"What?" I asked. Taylor sighed and pulled me out of the bathroom, down
the stairs and out onto the porch. "Tay?" I whispered to him. I was about to freak out. My
hands felt like someone had ripped the skin off, emptied out a bee-hive into them, and
stitched the skin back on. My hands started to fell numb, and I began to shake.
"Your swelling!" Taylor told me, and we ran down the street. I only lived 2
streets away from the hospital, so it was easy access.
We ran out of the elevator and up to the desk.
"What can I help you with?" a old lady questioned us. She looked up and
smiled. I didn't seem to trust the fact that she was about 74 years old, and had scissors
in her hand. Taylor looked at me, then down at my hands, and then up at the lady.
"I spilled Stregther Bleach on her hands. We need help now!" Taylor spoke
calmly. I looked around the waiting room. My eyes feel on a couple that looked extremely
familiar.
"Calm down young man! Before we can help you, we need you to fill out these
forms!" the nurse said., handing Taylor about 6 forms. My hands, now, lost all feeling.
Taylor sighed angrily, and we walked over to the couple.
The boy looked up. His blonde hair fell into his eyes. "Amanda? Is that you?" he
asked. Pain was in his eyes.
"Oh my god! George! Hi, how are you doing? What are you going here?" I
questioned quickly. George Shepard was a classmate of mine, and I had a crush on him for
2 years. Then I got over him. He smiled at looked over at the short, dark haired girl sitting
next to him.
"I'm fine!" he said, tapping the girl on the shoulder.
"Amanda? Taylor? Wow!" Ashley said. Ashley Letendre was a close friend of
mine. We were actually best friends, until we entered high school, because George
somehow discovered his interest in her. Taylor pulled the pencil out of his mouth, and
looked up.
"Oh hi Ashley! What are you doing here?" he asked. I smiled and sat
comfortably in my chair. George sighed and shifted in his seat. A moan of pain fell from his
lips.
"Pine cone incident!" he admitted. I looked down, and noticed what he was
talking about. Taylor squeezed his legs together.
"Yo man, I pity you!" he said. Ashley giggled foolishly and started to babble
on about a girl named Jill, and a guy names Eric. She was explaining on how they were
camping together, and somehow George stumbled across a pine cone, and some poison ivy.
At that point I closed my eyes, and focused on my hands. I wanted to know why my hands
had no feeling. Then my mind drifted off, and so did I.
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