When Lightning Strikes

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Chapter 12 (v.1)

Submitted: March 10, 2012

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A/N: I hope you'll still enjoy some parts of the chapter, as it isn't as productive as I would have liked.

Love, Vanessa xoxo

Ever since I had eavesdropped on Aubrey and Jason’s heated conversation, I had tried my best to forget about it. I hated the feeling of the nagging guilt which ate me alive at night. My view on Aubrey had changed, but I didn’t want to believe it.

The way she had spoken about Felicity had been rude.

She had even mentioned that she was mentally challenged.

She hadn’t even wanted to be friendly with her.

Even when the love of her life had been begging her to. Jason had even told her that his grandmother was an important woman in his life.

I knew that Aubrey was quite the stubborn woman, but I hadn’t expected her to completely disregard Jason’s thoughts.

Was that bad?

I wanted to say to it was, I really did, but how could I? I would be saying that Aubrey was insensitive. How could I call my own sister that?

“Stop it,” I muttered to myself. I didn’t have time to think about it. What I needed to be focusing on was the double date.

Before leaving Aubrey and Jason’s engagement party a few days ago, Ruby had asked me if I had gotten any ideas about the date. I had jotted down a few places and ideas on a notebook I kept, but none of them had seemed to fit.

There was the dramatic new circus act coming into town in a few days, but I wasn’t sure if Vince would like it too much, and then there was the fact that Ruby was deathly afraid of clowns.

I also figured the Italian restaurant away by the docks was a bit too cliché, until I remembered how the art gallery an hour away had introduced a new Renaissance exhibition full of paintings, statues and much more.

And so, I had logged onto my MacBook Pro to buy four adult tickets with a special pass into the Renaissance section. They had only come yesterday in the mail – laminated and mint green in colour. I had texted Ruby the news straight after and she responded happily. Today was the date and if it hadn’t come any time sooner, the gallery would have four very annoyed customers.

Before we could head out to go on a fun-filled date though, I had to attend college. I could have skipped, but I would feel guilty. Throughout the whole day at Mercer, I prayed that it would be quick. It was bad of me to zone out in my classes, but I couldn’t help it.

I was impatient and even Dylan, the unobservant, noticed.

When the clock struck one-thirty, I grinned happily and skipped out of campus, filled with students eagerly trying to get to class, lazing around on the grass with their iPods in their ears or catching up with friends.

Ruby didn’t have any classes on Thursdays so today I would be taking the bus. It was a shame that I didn’t have a car, but I wasn’t too fussed.

By the time the bus came, I had managed to purchase myself a ham and cheese croissant. I had dropped off my clothes and make-up at her house yesterday so we could get ready together for the date. It also made it easier for Lennon and Vince to pick us up.

Upon arriving at Ruby’s, I sighed at the overgrown weeds and flowerbeds surrounding the small footpath to the townhouse. Ruby’s mother didn’t really care about the tidiness of her home as she spent most of the time working to support herself and Ruby. Ever since her divorce with Mr Gardener, she became stressed and super busy. I always felt hopeless when Ruby told me how much she missed having her mother around.

The door was unlocked so I pushed it open and was greeted by the clicking of heels in the cramped dining room.

“Hello Gwen,” I said.

Ruby was the exact replica of her mother, except Gwen liked to have her hair dead-straight and her lips were much fuller.

“It’s nice to see you Gracie,” she replied, before stuffing a few bills into her purse and smoothing her hands down her buttoned-up dress. “Do I look good?”

I gave her the thumbs-up and she proceeded to walk out of the house to start her shift at the bar.

“Gracie?” Ruby came halfway downstairs and smiled at me. “I thought I heard you! Come on up so we can get ready.”

I followed her upstairs and into the three-way bathroom. I’ve always thought it was cool to have three entrances – one from the hallway, Ruby’s room and Gwen’s, but Ruby always advises me against it as you have to lock more than one door.

“Wow Ruby,” was the first thing which popped out of my mouth. Various bottles of lotion and perfume, nail polish, lip sticks, powders and brushes lined the counter.

She hung her head. “It is my first date.”

I stepped forward and grabbed the red lipstick. “You should use this. You’ll look stunning.”

Ruby giggled and we got to work on our appearance. I had never been able to do this with Ruby before, as she had never been interested in boys so it was fun. We finished early and took a few photos on my phone together before going downstairs to flick through different channels on television.

Lennon arrived first and I immediately decided that he and Ruby made the most adorable couple. I knew I was being biased, but who cared. They were both lean in stature with shy smiles gracing their faces.

When Vince stepped into the living room, I swooned. How did he always manage to make himself look so perfectly … perfect all the time?

I gave him a smile but his eyes were averted. I turned to who he was looking at and realised that he was greeting Ruby. He told her she looked lovely, making her blush furiously.

And she did. Her fiery red hair was in an intricate braid and she looked perfectly vintage in a peter pan collared dress, flats and sparkling black purse. She sparkled with class and for the first time in my life, I felt jealous of Ruby.

Why? How? I didn’t know how, but I recognised that ache and burning in my chest and I didn’t like it.

The couples took separate cars to reach the gallery. Vince and I tried hard to steadily keep a conversation flowing, but sometimes it stopped and I would begin to fidget.

Upon arriving at the art gallery, I took out my phone and told everyone to say ‘art gallery!’ so I could take a snapshot. We decided to walk through the building in a clockwise direction and see the latest exhibition last.

“So tell me Lennon, when did you start fancying Ruby?” I asked, once Vince and Ruby were out of earshot, surveying an American Civil War painting.

Lennon’s cheeks flushed pink and I laughed. How cute!

“I’ve liked her for a while, I guess. A few months?” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I only gained the courage the talk to her a few weeks ago.”

“She’s crazy about you too.”

Lennon’s grin widened and he looked towards Ruby, who was having a laugh with Vince, as if he couldn’t believe that she was all his. I couldn’t help but mentally ‘aw’. Young love.

It was like a couple swap as we walked through the next few rooms. I didn’t mind, because that meant I could get to know more about my best friend’s date and Ruby could bond with my boyfriend.

Walking through the art gallery reminded me of how I met Vince as well. His melting voice had been seductive and gentlemanly … I couldn’t believe he was here in my hometown, with me. I wasn’t exactly sure on what would happen when Vince would have to go back to France, but I tried not to dwell on that. He hadn’t brought the topic up so maybe he didn’t want to talk about depressing matters either.

“In my opinion, Michelangelo is the Renaissance hero,” I heard Ruby say as we all trooped into the Renaissance gallery.

Vince smiled. “He was truly talented, although I do have a fondness towards Raphael.”

Lennon laughed as he slipped his hand into Ruby’s. I saw her look down at their entwined hands and blush.

“Are we talking about great patrons of art or Ninja Turtles?” Lennon asked good-naturedly.

I grabbed Vince’s hand. “We’re still on about art, Lennon. The Ninja Turtles must have been named after them.”

Vince seemed confused when the topic turned into a way different direction. “What is the … Ninja Turtles?”

Ruby gave him an encouraging smile. “It’s a cartoon show for children. There are four turtles who are ninjas and their names are Leonardo, Donatello-”

“You get the idea,” I said.

The large room was decorated heavily with gilded gold frames, paintings, ceramics and statues. Little podiums held elegantly scripted information about the piece of artwork, and above our heads was a projection of a magnificent fresco.

“Have you been having a good day?” Vince asked when the both of us were by ourselves.

I nodded and squeezed his hand, happy to have him touching me. “Of course I am.”

Ruby and Lennon joined us after and we left to eat at the Italian restaurant I had originally wanted to go to. The floors were mahogany in colour and fairy lights were strung above us on the ceiling. Fresh calla lilies bloomed from tall vases each table and uniformed waiters perfected the art of carrying numerous plates at once.

The maître d’ showed us to our table and I was seated in between Vince and Lennon on our reserved table.

After asking for drinks, Ruby spoke up. “If it weren’t for Gracie’s planning, we wouldn’t have had such a wonderful day.”

“You helped too,” I argued.

Vince smiled at me. “You do not need to be modest.”

“I’m not being modest,” I replied, blushing.

When a waitress walked up to us, we ordered. I went for the mushroom ravioli because the small picture on the menu looked delicious.

While waiting for our food, we started talking, our topics all over the place. Lennon was the most quiet. I tried to keep up with the conversation, but sometimes I had no idea what Vince and Ruby were talking about, and judging by their laughs, it was a talk worth joining in.

When our food came, I decided to talk to Lennon. After all, for the past half hour he’d been staring down at his plate.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He looked up at me, and then briefly glanced in Ruby’s direction. I smothered a smile. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

He didn’t seem like it, but I didn’t want to pry. It felt rude to.

By the time dessert came, I was tired. I felt lonely and I didn’t want to admit it. I missed Vince, even though he was sitting right beside me. He was too busy keeping up a flow of conversation with Ruby, and I found myself envying how they seemed like they could talk for years on end.

I wasn’t able to finish my dessert because I didn’t feel hungry. The once edible looking Cassata now looked … plain. I used my fork to play with the almond gelati and was looking forward to the end of the night. Then Vince would take me home and we’d be able to talk, hug, kiss …

“I will pay,” I heard Vince say as he stood up from his chair.

Lennon quickly pushed himself out of his chair too. “I’ll come as well.”

Ruby and I both watched as the two men walked off to pay at the counter by the front of the restaurant.

“It’s been a great night, hasn’t it?”

I nodded. “Yeah it has.”

For the first time in my life, Ruby didn’t notice how unenthusiastic I sounded. She didn’t notice how I scrutinised her. I knew who she was dreamily looking at.

Pieces started to fit together … how had I not noticed it before? She had told me that the mysterious boy had dark hair and mesmerising eyes, with the perfect build.

Sure, Lennon had dark hair, but I realised that his eyes were light in colour. He was also way too lean and he didn’t have the dark, alluring aura she had spoken so highly of.

But Vince did.

For some reason the picture I wanted to upload isn't uploading, so here's the link if you want to see Gracie and Ruby's outfits :)

- http://www.polyvore.com/double_date/set?id=45098437


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