Jeremiah and I turned our heads, while we were still in an embrace. My mouth hit the floor,
“What?” I said, out of pure surprise. I’ve never made an explosion occur because of a kiss.
“What, the, hell.” I heard Jeremiah almost growl from the bottom of his throat.
“Don’t you think we should check out what happened?” I asked him, touching his arm – gently. There was a massive fender bender towards our right – and it was Connor’s car and a stranger’s car in the crash.
“Oh my gosh, Lindsey!” I screamed as I processed everything through my brain. I ran across the street, ignoring the squealing stops and honking horns as cars going across the two way street stopped short for me.
“Call 911, Jeremiah!” I said, as I bent down towards the flipped over car. It was Connor’s car.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay? Oh my gosh.” I said over and over as I tried opening the passenger seat door. That was the side that facing upwards, the part that wasn’t crushed. I kept on pulling the door, hoping it would come free. Half of the car door was bent in, so it looked like a melted modern sculpture. Then, I felt the strong body of Jeremiah wrap around me and he started tugging at the door handle with me.
“Gosh, this is basically stuck.” He said – into my ear. Then, suddenly, after a final tug of our combined strength, the door was opened. Lindsey practically rolled out, with a cloud of dust following her.
“Oh my gosh.” She said, “That was horrible, I never ever am going to let anyone I don’t know drive me again. I’m only visiting for one day though… Oh my gosh! Connor!”
“Yeah, I have no idea how to get him out, we called 911, and we’ll have to let them do the dirty work. I’m glad you’re okay!” I said, giving her a little hug.
Jeremiah and I followed the ambulance and Lindsey into the hospital, which was about 15 minutes away.
“I’m so nervous,” Lindsey, said breathlessly, “He looked really banged up.”
“I know.” I muttered, as I slapped my feet onto the cold marble floor of the hospital.
“Um, I’m sorry, Lindsey, I think I have to go home. My mom is probably making dinner right now, and she’d definitely kill me if I was late. Text me or something about how Connor is.” I muttered towards Lindsey, as I grabbed Jeremiah’s hand. I felt really guilty leaving her alone in that situation and everything, but I couldn’t do anything and was definitely not the best comforter in the world. When we hopped into Jeremiah’s old beaten down Toyota, I said,
“I feel really guilty about this.”
“I do too.” He said, bowing his head onto the steering wheel. “But there really is nothing we can right?”
“Yeah.” I said, with hints of guilt still in my voice.
Later that night, Lindsey texted me.
Lindsey: connor is ok. broken leg, finger and concussion. thanks for helping out :]
Christie: np. Maybe we’ll talk soon again
Except, I never really met her again.
I called Jeremiah after getting Lindsey’s text.
“Hey.” He said as he picked up, his voice was almost breathless.
“Are you okay?” I said, with a hint if suspicion in my voice.
“Yeah?” he pronounced, questioningly.
“Anyways, Lindsey texted me. Connor’s gonna be okay – I hope. Do you think we’ll ever see her again?” I asked.
“I durno.” He said. Then, out of the blue, he said “Hey, do you want to hang out sometime soon? I mean we haven’t hung out yet, just the two of us.”
“Yeah, sure.” I said
“Are you free the day after tomorrow?” he asked, probably checking his calendar.
“Yeah, I think. Tomorrow I have this huge gala for my dad – great.” I mumbled to myself. I had just forgotten, my dad expected me to do this ballet program with this random guy for his gala.
“Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.” I mumbled to myself.
“Why? Aren’t galas fun? I really don’t know what it’s like to live the rich life.” He said, interested.
“The Rich life ain’t fun.” I mumbled to him. “I have to do ballet at the dumb gala.”
“Aw, I wanted to see you.” He said, I could imagine him winking.
“One day.” I said, “I should get some sleep though, a ton of training tomorrow. Good Night Jer.”
“G’Nite.” He said, as he hung up the phone.
I hated dancing in front of people. I got immediate stage fright. No one knew about my stage fright, I always told people that I never got it anymore or anything – because I’d been dancing for so long and everyone believed me. I guess I really was a good actor.
“Just paste a smile on your face and let your muscles do the work.” I said to myself as I tucked myself into bed and turned out the lights.
"You call it a story, I call it my life."
This is an ULTIMATE filler. Such a lame-o story. Excuse this stupid filler.
this set is dedicated to: Lily, for being such an amazing person X] She's so sweet and kind, and she makes the bestest sets ever. check out her sets yo!
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So anyways, In real life, today I went out to this HUGE korean restaurant and stuffed myself. oiii. I'm so full, I"m not eating dinner X]
P.S. Excuse the ugly set too. ♥
I wanted to make more sets etc. today but I was too lazy, and went out :D Some juicy drama tommorow? a little bit, just pretty boring though. Get your seattbelts ready, you're out for a ride :] (NOT)
And I"m a keep rambling because I feel like it? Ever get that feeling where you want to just keep typing and typing, even though you have nothing to talk about? OH! I hate it when people talk to you and you have nothing to talk to them about, it's so boring. I mean why even bother?
Mkay, that's the end of this set. for realss this time :D
ENJOY THE STORY!
♥ , christie