for "mini_nanowrimo" hence no friends lock 20
It was not because Rory had lied to her that she was upset. He hadn't even lied, not really, with holding certain information from certain people wasn't lying. Which made it hard for the certain person who had not really been lied to but purposely mislead when they got angry. You can't be angry about the with holding of information. Well, you could, but only if you had never done it which everyone had so. . .no anger.
What you can do is be pissed off about something completely different. In the world of fumbling teenage boys there is always something at a scorned teenager girl's disposal.
Both parties knew this rule all too well.
Holly decided not to go straight home. It was a win win situation if Rory called. She wouldn't be home to answer his call and her mother would be worried about where she was if she wasn't with Rory.
She took a short cut over the train tracks and up a steep hill that had a well worn foot path in it as well as "no trespassing" signs hammered into the ground. Holly came out to the busy street at the top of the hill and crossed at the light. She cut through a parking lot and went into The Maymair Café.
Holly ordered chocolate milk and a carrot muffin and sat a table for two away from a group of kids she knew from school. She had ignored them as she entered, ordered and sat down but her stomach had clenched at the sight of them. She didn't like other kids. She smiled wryly. I do not play well with others, she thought and munched on the muffin.
She thought about Rory then and she thought about two weeks. She tried to make plans in her head of everything she could do in that time. She suddenly felt like she needed a resume to show Rory for when she got back. Just to prove that she had as much life experience as he did. Just to prove that obviously they didn't need each other and they could live deeply fulfilling lives apart from one another.
She thought, for a moment, about being hurt that she wasn't asked to go along but then realised she probably would have made up a hundred lame excuses of why she couldn't go to Florida. And why Florida? Only people on their death bed go to Florida, she thought angrily to herself.
It occurred to her, in her morbid train of thought, that something might happened to Rory while he was gone. His family could get in a car accident and die. Or even if he lived he might be horribly mangled. Holly tried to think back to the times she had driven with Rory's parents but she had always been too busy looking out the window to worry about their driving habits. She figured if nothing had happened to make her take noticed back then, then they were probably pretty alright. Rory had never mentioned them running red lights or driving over sign posts. Still, she knew now that she would have to make some kind of peace with Rory just in case. That made her angry too. She would have been just as happy to let Rory go away mad.
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In the end she had talked to Rory on the phone that night. They didn't talk about the trip and they didn't talk about anyone being mad at anyone. It was a kind of peace if not the real thing.
The day they were left was a Saturday and Rory's dad insisted they get out on the road at the crack of dawn. Rory had grumpily and haphazardly packed the car. While Rory's mother checked and rechecked everything in the house he slipped out. He dropped a package in Holly's mailbox, not wanting to wake her. He knew she'd like the mystery too.
That afternoon, when she had dragged herself out of bed, she came into the kitchen to see a small package with her name on it in Rory's handwriting. Inside was a small goodbye note and a mixed tape he made her. She scanned the track listing and smile, finding that the whole tape was sandwiched between two of her favourite Stilted songs. It didn't matter that she already owned them. It was the thought that counted.
730 words. this is next [and last] part from yesterday. like i said then, it probably won't make it in the novel but it was...well not "fun" to write but it was...written.
my god i miss the daily show/the colbert report.