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Me, Marie and Bree: Chapter Six

Pic is of Joey
Milena Thanks so much. Aha, all of those will definitely be in the epic fantasy book. And oh cool, I hope that if he reads them he'll like them.

Anna Thank you so much! I posted Joey.

Julie L Marie will be next and yes, that's where Angie came from, I miss them too. We gotta find some way to see them again. love you too.

Chapter Six:

I woke up suddenly, in the middle of the night and sat up quickly. A faint light was coming from the hallway. I got up, careful not to wake up Marie or Bree, and walked out the door. Joey was standing at the end of the hallway and he motioned for me to follow him.

He led me out the door and into the front yard. He stopped in the middle of the yard and stared at me for a second. "So, did you and Elijah try to find anything out?"

"Yeah, we did. And we didn't find very much at all. You know, you could try to make this easier for us." A cool breeze rippled through the darkness and I shivered in my shorts and tank top. I folded my arms across my chest and impatiently waited for him to talk.

"How could I do that?" He scowled at me, and stared down at the ground. "I'm dead. I can't do anything at all." There was a bitter twinge in his tone. Sympathy flooded through me and I felt bad for the slightly angry tone I'd used just seconds before.

I sighed. "I know you're dead. But, that doesn't mean you can't do anything. Maybe you could try to search for him. Since you're a ghost, it'd be easier for you to travel that it would be for me or Elijah. We still have school and homework and other stuff we have to do. If you could find out where your dad is now, it'd make this so much easier."

"Really? You really think I can help?" He took a deep breath, looking thoughtful. "Okay. I can try." He said finally.

"Good." I said, smiling. I shivered again. "It's freezing out here. I'm gonna go back inside, and hopefully Marie or Bree didn't notice that I was gone." I started to turn but he interrupted me.

"Wait, before you go... I think you should know that Elijah really likes you. I was over at his house earlier talking to him, just like I'm talking to you now. And, maybe I'm wrong, but I think, from the way he talks to you, I think he likes you."

"Really?" I couldn't hide the excitement in my voice and Joey smiled, nodding his head.

"Yep. Oh, and you should know that his dad beats him. Just like my dad did to me." Joey told me quickly, before disappearing.

Shocked, I stayed in the lawn for a few more minutes. Elijah's dad beats him... maybe that's what was wrong with his arm. I turned, making my way back into the house as quietly as I could.

"Mica?" Bree sat up, blinking when I walked in.

"Yeah, I went to the bathroom." I said, lying, and climbing back onto the bed. She yawned, and rolled over, almost falling off the bed, murmuring something before falling asleep again.

I breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn't noticed I was gone, before closing my eyes and sinking into the soft mattress, dreaming about Elijah.
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I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the window and I sat up, squinting against the bright light. Bree and Marie were still asleep. I got up and dug through my back pack, grabbing some clothes and going to the bathroom to get dressed.

As soon as I changed, someone pounded on the door. "Hurry up I gotta pee wicked bad!" Bree's voice sounded muffled through the door and I laughed.

I opened the door to see her jumping up and down, and she charged past me, slamming the door behind her. I walked back to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, tossing my pajamas towards my backpack. Marie sat up, yawning. "You landed on my leg, meanie." She pouted, kicking me off. I fell off the bed, landing on her hairbrush and a shoe. I rolled quickly under the bed, to the other side, and peeked up. She was staring down at where I'd fallen, wondering where I went.

Stifling a laugh, I tackled her from behind, whacking her with a pillow. Bree skipped back in just as Marie tossed a pillow to the door. It hit Bree in the face and fell to the ground. Laughing, she picked it up and joined in.
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Three hours later I was back at home, reading my lines, when someone knocked on the door. Cautiously, because dad wasn't home, I looked out the window and saw Elijah on the front porch. I ran to the door and opened it.

He had a cut above his eye, and a bruise on his cheek. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" I took his arm and gently pulled him into the house, leading him to the couch. "What happened?"

He shrugged. "I tripped over my skateboard. It's not that bad." He sat down on the couch and I ran to the bathroom to find the first aid kit.

I came back, holding it, and frowning at him. "You tripped over a skateboard. Really?" What Joey told me last night came flooding back, and I realized that this could be the result of his dad's abuse. He nodded, not meeting my eyes and I sighed, opening the kit. "Okay." I pulled out a cleaning wipe and gently dabbed at the cut above his eye. He winced and closed his eyes and I paused, staring at him.

"What?" He asked, when he realized I'd stopped.

"Uh, nothing." I stammered. "The cut isn't bleeding anymore... do you want a band-aid on it? Or should I just leave it?"

"Just leave it." He said. I nodded and put the kit away, dropping the cleaning wipe in the trash. I sat down beside him on the couch and turned to him.

"I talked to Joey last night." I told him, not knowing what else to say, and not wanting an awkward silence.

"Oh, me too. He asked if we'd found anything out yet."

"Yeah, he asked me the same too. I told him that he could try to help us, by finding out where his dad is now. And he said he'd try." I paused, and Elijah nodded.

"Cool. I hope he finds out."

"He also told me..." I trailed off, not really wanting to tell him what Joey had said. He shifted on the couch, turning more towards me.

"Told you what?" He stared at me, his green eyes staring into mine. I stared back, speechless for some reason, remembering that Joey had also told me that Elijah likes me. And suddenly he was leaning towards me, coming closer. His hand reached out tentatively and touched my cheek, just seconds before his lips met mine.

He pulled back just seconds after the kiss and blushed. "I'm sorry, I" I cut him off with a quick kiss.

"Don't be sorry. I like you too." I told him with a small, nervous smile.

"Really?" He asked with a sheepish looking grin. I nodded and picked up my script.

I flipped it open to the first page, and smiled at him. "Wanna run lines?"

He nodded and pulled his script out of his backpack. "I was hoping we'd either run lines or work on that earth science project."

The play was a mixture of fairy tales, all combined, in a somewhat comic way. "So Prince Charming.... You first come in during scene 25. Should we start there?"

"Uh sure." He agreed and we both flipped to the page. "Okay... blah.. blah.. blah..." He glanced through the first few lines until we found where we should start.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?"

"Cut! Cut, cut, cut." I stood up. "You have to say it like you mean it. Come on. Up, up, up!" I pulled him up and grinned at him. "We have to act it out. Walk in through that doorway." I pointed to the doorway from the hallway to the living room.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled at me and walked over to the doorway. I sat down on the floor, like my character was supposed to be. In this scene, I was in jail, waiting for the ship to come. I was being banished from the land, after his mother found out I wasn't royalty, she wanted to get rid of me.

He walked over to the doorway. "Unlock this. I need to speak to this prisoner." He said to an imaginary guard. I looked over, "surprised" and he walked in, motioning for the guard to leave, after shutting the cell door.

"You shouldn't be here. I thought I told you not to come." I said, frowning at him slightly. "If your mother finds out, she'll be very upset. You should go." I glanced down at the script, pleased to see I'd remembered it perfectly.

"And never see you again? You're being banished. If I don't do something now, I might never see you, ever, ever again. Is that what you want?" He asked, kneeling down beside me.

"You're getting your pants dirty." I said.

He looked down at the script, then back up at me. "I don't care. Cindy, you mean more to me than anyone I'll ever meet. And if being with you means joining you in banishment, then so be it."

"No, you can't come with me. Becoming the King is important to you. You can do so many good things for this country. This country needs you. More than I do. Why can't you see that?"

"Without you, my life is pointless. Do you honestly think I could make this country good without you? Don't you realize I need you in my life? Before I met you, I wasn't what I am now. I didn't care about the people, or anyone or anything. You've changed my life."

"Me? I've changed your life? That's impossible. I'm just a servant. I'm nothing special."

"You are to me. You're my whole world. I love you." He paused, and looked at the script, then back up. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

"I love you too. More than anything. But that means nothing."

"If I let you go, I'll never be happy. I could never find anyone like you, ever. And even if I tried to move on, no one could ever replace you. Ever. Why are you being so difficult? Do you want to be banished?"

"No! Of course not. I want to be with you." I reached out, touching his cheek.

"Then be with me."

"It's not that simple." I whispered, licking my bottom lip and quickly looking at the script.

"It could be. If you want it to." He replied, leaning forward, and kissing me. It was a scripted kiss, but it still made my heart skip a beat.

"What is going on here?" My dad asked. We jumped apart and I blushed, looking up at my dad.

"We were just practicing for the play."

"It looked like you were kissing." He growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, yeah we were. It's in the scene dad." I stood up and walked over to him, showing him the line. He frowned and walked away.

I looked over at Elijah, blushing like crazy. He was slightly red too. "Umm... maybe we should work on our Earth science stuff now." I suggested and he nodded.

"Good idea."
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Published: 5/5/2011
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