Post by Claire Bennet on Mar 5, 2007 15:29:27 GMT -5
"No way."
He looked immensely proud of himself. "I checked and double-checked, it's definitely your great-aunt."
"Well...where's the number?" She held an impatient hand out to her friend, in a gesture that smartly reminded her of when she first befriended him (the *first* time, not the time recently)
Rather than a scrap of paper with a scrawled number, however, she found a smooth laminated pretty colored strip of paper. What...
"She doesn't exactly...have a phone."
She stared at her friend in a way that probably did not look great for her intelligence. 'How could you--"
He shrugged. "I've been saving up for nothing in particular, anyway, you need it more than me."
Her throat caught--what had driven her to spurn him for so long, when he was such a wonderful friend? Too wonderful, really.
"Take it back, Zach! You shouldn't be spending the money you saved up on me!" She snapped, shoving the ticket at him.
"You need this, Claire." He insisted, taking her hand in both of his and firmly shoving it back toward her, dark blue eyes determined, and expression set in his 'you're not listening to reason' expression, that he'd used so many times before about her ability. "It's my money, and I'll do what I want with it. Either you use it, or I'm just gonna burn it."
She frowned. "But...what about Dad and school?"
"Its a round trip ticket, you'll only be there a day." He said, pushing the ticket closer to her. "I'll say...you went over to my place to study and it got dark before you realized it, so you stayed on the couch--and the phone was being tied up by my parents online all night."
"And what about school?"
"So leave after school." He shrugged. "Come on, Claire...You have to do this...and I can take the heat if something goes wrong."
Her gut twisted at the idea of his memory being erased again. "You will not!" She hissed. "You don't know my Dad! He'll...he'll erase your memory again! Or worse!"
He grinned and backed up toward the door. "So make sure you come back, then."
"Zach! Where are you going?"
He opened the door and waved. "Ending the argument."
"Zach...Zach!"
The door shut with a resounding thud, and she heard his footsteps vanish down the steps. She gave a sigh, and fell back into her bed. Her stomach was practicing her cheerleading routene in her throat as she stared at the ticket in her hands.
I'm really gonna meet one of my real family members...and maybe I'll finally get some answers.
He looked immensely proud of himself. "I checked and double-checked, it's definitely your great-aunt."
"Well...where's the number?" She held an impatient hand out to her friend, in a gesture that smartly reminded her of when she first befriended him (the *first* time, not the time recently)
Rather than a scrap of paper with a scrawled number, however, she found a smooth laminated pretty colored strip of paper. What...
"She doesn't exactly...have a phone."
She stared at her friend in a way that probably did not look great for her intelligence. 'How could you--"
He shrugged. "I've been saving up for nothing in particular, anyway, you need it more than me."
Her throat caught--what had driven her to spurn him for so long, when he was such a wonderful friend? Too wonderful, really.
"Take it back, Zach! You shouldn't be spending the money you saved up on me!" She snapped, shoving the ticket at him.
"You need this, Claire." He insisted, taking her hand in both of his and firmly shoving it back toward her, dark blue eyes determined, and expression set in his 'you're not listening to reason' expression, that he'd used so many times before about her ability. "It's my money, and I'll do what I want with it. Either you use it, or I'm just gonna burn it."
She frowned. "But...what about Dad and school?"
"Its a round trip ticket, you'll only be there a day." He said, pushing the ticket closer to her. "I'll say...you went over to my place to study and it got dark before you realized it, so you stayed on the couch--and the phone was being tied up by my parents online all night."
"And what about school?"
"So leave after school." He shrugged. "Come on, Claire...You have to do this...and I can take the heat if something goes wrong."
Her gut twisted at the idea of his memory being erased again. "You will not!" She hissed. "You don't know my Dad! He'll...he'll erase your memory again! Or worse!"
He grinned and backed up toward the door. "So make sure you come back, then."
"Zach! Where are you going?"
He opened the door and waved. "Ending the argument."
"Zach...Zach!"
The door shut with a resounding thud, and she heard his footsteps vanish down the steps. She gave a sigh, and fell back into her bed. Her stomach was practicing her cheerleading routene in her throat as she stared at the ticket in her hands.
I'm really gonna meet one of my real family members...and maybe I'll finally get some answers.
