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Chapter 17 (v.1) - Chapter 17

Submitted: November 07, 2012

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Submitted: November 07, 2012



I go to the last contact on my phone that's not a family member. I hate to resort to this... I think, but I have to get home. I can't stay in this...this...demon spawned hellhouse. Maybe that's a little bit of an exaduration, but I just can't stand it here. I think I might go insane. I dial the number slowly, hating myself. The phone rings a couple times, slowly (it seems) and they pick up.

"Cody..." I say into the phone pathetically.

"Oh, hey Lex. What's up?" Heasks on the other end.

"Can you do me a favor?" I ask, my teeth chattering. I curl up into a ball, a tighter ball, as I talk. The cold is killing me.

"Do I have to wear pants?" He asks.

I roll my eyes angrily. "Yes, ya damn pervert!" I yell into the phone. "Come pick me up."

"Lex, I've been trying to do that for a while now..." He says at me through the phone.

I clench my fists angrily. Stop.Being.So.Creepy. "Just come get me. I'm at the hospital." I say.

"Why? You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah," Isay wearily."I...I just want to get out of here, Cody. I've been here all day, there's this perverted doctor who creeped me out, I'm kind of lost, saying that I'm stuck here and no one can get me a ride home, and I'm freezing. Just please come get me." I beg, feeling helpless. Pathetic."I just want to go home."

"I'll be right there." He says with no hesitation, hearing the tone of my voice. It probably sounded pathetic. But it is. Frankly, I'll do anything right now to just go home. Or not be here.

"Thankyou." I say sincerely, but miserably.

"No problem." He says quietly. I hit the end call button and sit down, chattering my teeth and looking at Cody's contact number on my phone.


It takes him less then ten minutes to roll up in his car. I think this is the car he was telling me about on Christmas. It's pretty nice. I think, examining it. Old white ford. Nice. I love trucks. I'm still wallowing in my mind, but inly letting a few tears out physically. You know that sadness, grumpiness, you get when you're really upset, that kind where you just can't stop in because you're so eccessively inhappy? That;s me. Right now.

I look up at him again as he walks towards me. His footsteps, and the wind, are the only sounds beside my inscesive shivering. He doesn't even look like he's slightly cold. No red nose or cheeks. No shivers. Only his breath hanging in the air. But he can't help that.

I sigh as he walks up to me and I stand tiredly. He trots closer. "Lex? You okay? You sounded scared." He looks me up and down like someone beat me up or something.

"I'm fine." I say tiredly.

"Well, let's get you out of the cold." He says, smiling. He takes my hand.

He leads me to his truck, a nice truck at that, with our hands huddling with eachother's for warmth. We hop in as quickly as we can. It's almost spring, thank god, but it's still freezing out here. Ugh. The buds on the trees are starting to spring again, though, so that's a really good sign!The ice is starting to make this city even more bitter.Cody quicklystarts the engine and I immediatly feel the warm air blow on my face.

"So, why were you in the hospital? Did something happen?" He says, checking me over again.

"well, not a bad thing... Shawn was born!" I say giddily. I start to squirm excitedly.

"Awesome." He says with a smile. "When do I get to meet him?"

"Well, tomorrow, I guess." I say, still smiling excitedly. "He's so cute! You'll love him!" I say, still not able to just sit still. I am an aunt. I have a nephew.


"So..." I say, trying to calm down. "What dod you do today?" I ask.

"Oh, Hunter came over. But all he talked about is his new girlfriend. He's got a big surprise for her on Valentine's day." A sigh escapes his lips

"Oh yeah. That's coming up, too." I say, thinking. I hate Valentine's day. I've never had a good one. Last year I went out with my friends and got food poisoning. And every year before that, I just sat alone on my couch, wishing I had a boyfriend. So, Valentine's day isn't the best time of year for me.

"So, what do you want to do for Valentine's day?" He asks. "See a movie, get dinner?" He looks at me, not with his usual pervy joking face.

I stare at him now and my heart races. All of a sudden, goosebumps trail down my arms. "Like...As ina date?" I spew, kind of like word vomit. No, no, no... We couldn't go on a date. I hate him...

"Yes...Isn't that what couples do on Valentines day...go on dates..." He asks, looking at me strangely.

"Couple? W-we're not a couple!" I say blushing. No, no we're not a couple. He's just a demented pervert... I think. But then I remember that I kissed him... did I put some outrageous message in his mind or something? Or did it put one in mine?

He just smiles at me, again, still being as patient as ever with me. "Lex..."

"What!?" I say, blushing. Why is he so self richeous?

"You're still holding my hand." He says calmly, looking at his hand. I look down slowly only to see my fingers stillentwined tightly with his. And I didn't even realize this. I had let go when I got in the truck, but I just grabbed his hand again without thinking about it. Now I wonder how many times I've done this.

I jerk my hand away immediately and pull my hood over my face.I hear him laugh, but I stay as still as a stone.

"Lex..." He says, reaching over. I feel him try to push my hood off of my face, but I just pull it closer. My face is red, and I am tired of, kind of, liking him. And I hate admitting that I do. I timmidly sink into the chair.

"Stooopp!" I whine.

He finally prys the hood off my face. "Lex. I'll make a deal with you." He says, not sounding as quiet as before.

I look up at him, my face as red as his coat. "What?"

"You let me take you out on Valentines day. Yes, on a date. If you have a bad time, I'll leave you alone. Forever. I won't bother you anymore. But, if you have a good time, you finally have to admit that we're obviously a couple, and stop pushing me away. Sound fair?" He asks. Serious.

I look at him for a minute, and after concidering my luck with Valentine's day, I sigh, "Fair."

He smiles in satisfaction. "Good."

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