Chapter 20: Anger and Flannels

                                    

                                          
Chapter 20:  Anger and Flannels
                          
two updates in a row wow 
                          
I just got back from driving ha. Driving gives me inspiration sometimes so yes hello friends I’m here
                          
TakeUs2OneDirection gave me an idea and so I’m using it hereee follow her guys okay she’s writing a Peter Pan fan fiction called Rush and I’ve written two sections in it for her lmao
                          
How old are you guys
                          
Sometimes I feel like an old bat with you and others I feel like Im 12
                          
Im 15 sooo tell me how old you are lol
                          
Ummm I think that’s all my updates for now.  20,000 reads by Sunday and I’ll put up a chapter of Monster guysssss(-: 
                          
Okay I love youuuu byeeee
                          
 
                          
I had shut my curtains.
                          
My only plans this Halloween was to have Zoey, Danielle, Kylie, and Natalia over.  It shouldn’t be so bad…last Halloween I trick or treated in the rain with my friend Christina and I ended up coming home drenched.  I watched The Purge and ate grilled cheese sandwiches and scrolled through Facebook to see all my other friends and their plans.  It felt good to have some actual plans this year.
                          
My parents were out drinking with friends of their own, so the house would be in my hands tonight.  I remembered to lock the doors and windows so Robbie wouldn’t break in again.
                          
I peeked out the curtains once more.  Robbie had shut his blinds. 
                          
He didn’t text me again.
                          
I couldn’t believe him, telling me to come over after avoiding school for a week.  I sat on the hallway floor and missed twenty minutes of my fifth hour class just to hold him and keep him from crying again.  He ditched world history.
                          
And I didn’t see him again.
                          
At least he’s okay.  And what?  His father didn’t care that he stayed home doing absolutely nothing for a whole week?  Where is his mother in all of this?
                          
I sat on my bed folding laundry, glancing out my window article after article.
                          
It was four thirty.  It was progressively getting dark faster; the sun would be sinking below the horizon in only two hours.  Where did the time go?
                          
I threw all my flannels in their own pile at the end of my bed.  A pale pink, one that’s hot, a green, a beige…how many flannels did I wear this week?
                          
I remembered the blue flannel Robbie wore when he lay in my bed the first time.  It was only two weeks into September. I remember it like last weekend.
                          
Robbie comes in like flashbacks.  Everything has some significance to him. I abandoned Frisky because Danielle and I listened to it when we discovered Robbie was neighboring in the window across from me.  I don’t sit on the sill like he had me do.  I haven’t been to Wings Etc. since Robbie came out in his polo and name tag.  I don’t go to football games.  I think about when he kissed me on the sidewalk that night.  His first kiss.
                          
His first kiss.  I laughed aloud.  That’s funny.  A tease like him, and I being his first kiss? 
                          
I pushed the piles of flannels onto the floor, a few of the stray sleeves slapping the floor lamp.
                          
I remember that too.  Only a couple weeks ago, when Robbie broke in.  I threatened to hit him but he threw it away from me.  And he kissed me, over and over…