When Lightning Strikes

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Chapter 10 (v.1)

Submitted: January 09, 2012

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Submitted: January 09, 2012

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A/N: I'm very sorry for the late update. I've just been a bit busy during the past two weeks! It HAS been the summer holidays here :D Hehe. Let me know what you think, yes? I've been thinking for a while about this novel, not knowing if I can keep writing. I'm sure I can though because I REALLY want to finish this! I mean, I've already written up my 'epic chapters', lol! xoxo

The honk from outside made me peer out my window. After staying over at Florence’s house until about twelve in the morning, I had woken up later than usual.

I cussed and ran over to my closet to tug on one of my favourite jackets: a cropped coral blazer. When I was sure that I hadn’t left anything, I hurried out of the house and hopped into Ruby’s car. Immediately, the smell of freshly baked cookies enveloped my senses.

“I bought some white chocolate cookies from Subway. Take some!”

I reached my hand into the paper bag and took one out to eat. As I started to munch thoughtfully on it, Ruby started talking.

“Gracie?”

“Mmm?”

There was a bit of a pause before her words tumbled out. “HisnameisLennon!

“What?” I laughed at how cute she sounded.

Ruby sighed. “I said his name is Lennon …”

I gasped when I realised she was talking about a guy. “Oh my gosh! So he’s your prince?!”

“He is. I really like him. He’s cute and sweet.” I was so happy to hear that from my best friend, who hadn’t been as lucky with love as I had been. “I met him yesterday in college.”

“He goes to Mercer?” I cocked my head to the side, trying to remember any Lennon’s.

Ruby shook her head when she saw my expression. “I don’t think you’ve seen him.” She paused to think about something. “He’s got light blonde hair that’s sort of … scruffy, but a nice scruffy, and he likes to wear Vans.”

There were too many people which fit that description, so I didn’t bother trying to figure out which guy he was. “What’s he majoring in?”

As the car came to a stop outside the elementary school gates, Ruby smiled at me. “Social science. Cool isn’t it?”

I nodded, slightly impressed. “Definitely.”

We both jumped in our seats when the school bell trilled.

“I think you should get going,” Ruby pointed out. Then, she slapped her head and cried out, “Oh! By the way, Lennon and I want to go on a date, but we both agreed that it’s safer and easier if we double date, so it’s not as awkward …”

Oh for crying out loud! “You are too shy for your own good, Rubs,” I said.

She blushed. “So will you and Vince go with us?”

“Sure,” I said in a heartbeat. Anything for my best friend. “Contact me with the details sometime?”

She laughed and her cheeks became a deeper shade of pink. “Do you think you could choose a location? It’s just that I have no idea what to do, where to go …”

“You don’t need to say anymore.” We swapped kisses on the cheek. “Thank you for the ride by the way!”

When the class of children saw me walking into the room, they grinned and greeted me excitedly, telling me all about their weekend.

Rowan laughed when a small group of girls surrounded me and showed me their new matching butterfly clips. “KS, I want you all to sit on the floor in a circle! Come on now, we’re going to read a book this morning!”

Ainsley raised her hand but didn’t wait for her teacher to tell her to speak. “Can Miss Elwood tell us the stowie?”

I giggled at how she pronounced the word ‘story’. Children were too adorable.

“Of course,” Rowan then told me to sit in her chair and slowly read the words from the book. She also told me to point out what the pictures were on each page, and to interact with them.

Having a whole class of little children looking up at you eagerly was nerve-wracking, but soothing to know that they were excited. I read the title of the book ‘Mr Frog’ and continued onwards.

“In the pond, there lived a big, green frog. His name was Mr Frog.”

I heard a few boys chortle at the name and saw Delilah roll her big, blue eyes.

“He lived by himself and didn’t want any friends-”

A girl chirped from beside Rowan, “Why doesn’t he want any friends?”

Rowans answered for her, telling her to keep listening to the story to find out. By the end of reading time, the children were fascinated with how the frog could have made friends with others when he was so rude.

“He doesn’t deserve to have fwends,” Justin said.

I heard Ainsley mutter a bad word under her breath and bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. I was definitely in for another eventful day.

* * *

By the end of the day, I needed something sugary in my system. Although it was fun as usual, being a teacher required a lot of work.

Something today which had caused a huge drama in the class of KS was the food fight. While eating lunch in class, Justin had chucked his sandwich at one of his friends, leading on to a full-on boy’s food fight, with Ainsley as the only exception. When she had seen the scene unfolding, she had grabbed her packet of potato chips and declared war on Justin. I had the feeling that she had been taking revenge on him for teasing Delilah.

The sun glared down on me as I waited with Rowan. It was the end of school and we were waiting with the children for their guardians to pick them up as usual. This time, Jason came earlier than the last time I had been here, looking relaxed in his simple khaki men’s shorts and polo shirt.

“Jason!” Delilah exclaimed happily as she ran up to him.

I smiled fondly. From the look in their eyes, I could tell that she could never become sick of him and that Jason would give his little sister the world if he could.

He kissed bother her cheeks before turning to me. “Hey Gracie!”

I waved. “Hey yourself.”

He hoisted Delilah higher up on his hip and grinned. “Long day huh?”

I nodded. “A very long day, but it was worth it, of course.”

An expression which looked like pride crossed his face, but only for a second, before it disappeared. “It’s great how you’re so enthusiastic about your career path.”

“Um thanks,” I replied, blushing a bit. Didn’t everyone love the path they chose to take?

Jason looked at his watch. “Well we better get going then.” He paused, and then looked over me. “Do you need a ride? We could give you one.”

“It’s fine. I was planning to catch the bus actually.”

He shook his head and assumed the accent of an English Lord. “Now now, no lady should be taking a bus by herself at this time of the day!”

A small smile appeared on my lips while Delilah giggled. “It’s only three o’ clock,” I replied.

“Please? You don’t want me to beg on my knees do you?”

I laughed. That would be completely embarrassing.

“You could come over and hang out at our house. It’ll be fun!” He winked. “We can make California rolls! We have cupcakes too!”

Delilah grinned excitedly. “Oooh, I want a cupcake!”

“Pretty please!”

I shook my head, amused. “Why Jason, you are too charming. I must accept your offer.”

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”

* * *

Being in the same car as my future brother in law and his little sister was easy. It didn’t feel one bit awkward, especially with Jason telling me all about his work in the music industry while Delilah sang to songs she knew on the radio.

It was interesting to hear about Jason’s job. His descriptions were very avid and he seemed to be so into what he was saying. He loved the feeling of finishing up the recordings of singles or albums and helping out talented singers to reach their dreams.

I smiled softly as I listened to him ramble on about how proud he was of one of his singers, who had just put together a new song today. Anyone could tell that he was dedicated and happy about his job as a small time music producer. It endeared me.

I knew when we had arrived at the Levine household when Delilah exclaimed, “Home!”

After Jason pulled up on the driveway, we all hopped out. There was another car parked here – a red sports car. I didn’t pay attention to car brands really. All I knew were basics such as Toyota’s and glamorous ones like Mercedes.

Delilah had already run to the front door adorably flushed in her yellow sun dress, matching headband and oversized backpack.

“She’s always like this at home,” Jason explained as he unlocked the door. “Even if she is a bit shy at school.”

I smiled ruefully. “It’s cute.”

As we stepped into the foyer, I surveyed all the furnishings. It was all average and clean at the same time, and the fresh flowers provided ambience and colour throughout all the rooms. The place smelled beautiful too.

Jason noticed me staring at a vase by the shelf full of photos and trophies, bursting with purple and yellow Hydrangeas. “There’s my mother for you. She loves flowers.”

He came close and leaned in, brushing my shoulder as he did. I shivered.

“They don’t smell like much, do they?”

I nodded and gingerly felt some petals. “Maybe they don’t have much of a scent,” I suggested. “But they look refreshing.”

He tore his eyes away from the flowers to look at me. I watched as his eyes seemed to glaze a bit, as if he were thinking about something very deeply. I suddenly found myself longing to know what was going through his head.

“Jason?”

Both of us jumped, startled by the deep voice coming from the doorway. A younger version of Jason stood there with an eyebrow raised.

It was eerie. They both had the same hair, except Jason’s had lighter tints. They both shared the same full lips, but the younger looking one had his turned down. I could name so many more similarities and differences.

I concluded that they were related. Brothers, most likely, and although Jason was handsome, his younger sibling could be a model.

“Hey Cale,” Jason answered cheerfully with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “How did you know I was back?”

Cale smirked. “Lila came running into the room while Stella and I were … busy.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling, while Jason looked half-amused, half-disgusted.

“Seriously? You two have been together for three years and the passion hasn’t died down yet?”

“Four actually,” Cale corrected smugly. “And no, I don’t think it’s going to die out anytime, especially when we’re two forever lasting flames of passion.”

Jason feigned a tortured look. “Help me Lord.”

I giggled, which made Cale turn slowly to me.

“Do you mind introducing us?” He asked his brother. A sly smile then crept onto his chiselled face. “Have you found yourself a new fiancée?”

Both Jason and I stiffened. Why would Cale say that? Unless he was kidding around?”

“No actually,” the man beside me snapped. “This is Gracie, Aubrey’s younger sister.”

Cale appraised me. “Wow. You two look nothing alike.”

“I take after my dad.”

Jason then put a hand around my waist to glide me towards his younger brother. “Gracie, this is Cale. He’s my brother, as you can tell.”

He shook my hand and grinned. “Nice to meet you.”

Footsteps then sounded from the staircase in the other room and in a came a girl who would knock the breath out of every living being.

She looked like an exotic goddess with her caramel, smooth skin and her dark waves cascading down her fuchsia backless top. She had curves that I would kill for. The only thing I liked about myself was my long legs, but even this girl beat me with her shapely calves. Compared to hers, mine were breadsticks.

Her playful eyes assessed me. “We have a visitor! I’m Stella.”

Delilah, who was holding her hand, looked up and announced. “That’s Miss Elwood!”

I took a step forward, smiling, and held out my hand. “I’m Gracie.”

“She’s Aubrey’s sister,” Cale added. The two looked at each other as if they were saying ‘I can’t believe it!’, but it was adorable. I assumed they were together, from what Cale had said earlier about being walked in on and their love-struck eyes.

“Are you really?” she asked dubiously, taking me in.

I nodded, wondering why it was such a big deal. So what if I was Aubrey’s sister? It seemed like I had surprised them a lot.

Jason saw my expression and hurried to explain, “It’s just that you’re quite the opposite of Aubrey so they can’t believe it.”

Oh. Of course! We looked nothing alike, unless you counted our slim limbs.

“You know, she’s smaller and has darker hair where as you’re taller and light.” It was only then that I realised Jason had still been talking.

Stella snorted. “We’re more surprised by their personalities, not their looks you idiot.”

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air from Stella’s comment. She and her boyfriend were communicating again with their faces, Jason still had his hands in his pockets and I was just plain lost.

It was half true. Aubrey was fiercer than me and was into things like work, wine and Chanel. Meanwhile, it was said that I liked to look on the bright side and of course, when you compared our clothing and rooms, mine was full of colours. But then we both shared a number of similar traits.

What was so wrong with that? Why did they seem so shocked to find out that I was Aubrey’s sister? Was there something here that I was missing?

“Can we eat cupcakes?”

Delilah, oblivious to the tense atmosphere, looked up at all of us with her wide, innocent eyes. Who could deny her?

It seemed as if I was the first to recover. “Sure, Delilah. What flavour is it?”

“Angel cupcakes!” Delilah came forward to take my hand and pull me into the kitchen. I followed without a word and heard bickering coming from behind me. I wondered what they were disagreeing on.

The kitchen we stepped into was rather like ours at home – clean and white, except that some cupboards were painted a sky blue. Delilah pointed to a lunchbox sitting on the counter with mini cupcakes sitting inside.

“Me and mommy and Stella made it yesterday. Do you want to try?”

I nodded as Stella walked into the room, beaming as if nothing was wrong. “Hey Gracie! Jason and Cale have just gone to upstairs to fix something.”

I managed a smile. “So did you help make these cupcakes?”

She nodded and bent down to help Delilah take off the lunchbox lid. “Sure did. They’re really nice, considering how awful I am in the kitchen. You should take some home!”

“It’s fine. I’m sure Delilah would love to have them all.”

The little girl smiled at me and put her finger to her lips. “Shh! It’s a secret!”

Stella took a bite of one of the cupcakes and then turned to me. “So you’re aiming to be a teacher?”

“An elementary school teacher,” I added.

Her eyes widened. “Really? I can’t do it – I have no idea how to control kids! Luckily, Lila’s better-behaved than others.”

I laughed. “Really?”

“Yes! I had to babysit my nephew before and it turned out to be a disaster.” She shuddered. “He rode on a fire hydrant!”

“A fire hydrant?” I spluttered, imagining a little boy blasting off into the air in a puff of smoke.

Stella nodded and made a face. “I had to chase him around the house. He was trying to be Harry Potter.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, in Harry Potter he rides a broomstick?” Stella explained. “He fell off and hit his head though. The bruise was massive because he fell on tiled floor, and he had a few nasty cuts on his temple. Then he told my brother that I had pushed him and that was why he fell! The little devil! I love my nephew, but he can really be a real brat!”

I burst out laughing because the whole story was so surreal, and when I did finished, I felt two pairs of eyes watching me.

Jason and Cale were back.

“Well, now that we’re all here, who wants to help me make California rolls?” Jason announced, grinning.

Stella shook her head. “I’m bound to make everything go wrong.”

“Yeah baby, you should just stay out of the kitchen.” Cale smirked at his girlfriend, which made her smack him.

I thought about how lucky Aubrey was. Her future in-laws were so friendly and fun to be around. I really hoped that my future ones would be too.


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