only hope*
chapter 11
For the past few days I would usually be waken up to a blaring alarm clock, ringing from across the hall in a certain someone�s room, but not that day. My eyes popped open by the sound of a few suit cases thumping down the stairs. Justin had been tight lipped ever since the other day and never even did so much as look me in the eye for 2 days. Neither one of us admitted it but we were going crazy without each other, or at least that�s how I was feeling.
The thudding came to a hault the second the phone rang. Through out the whole house he must have at an estimate of about 15 phones so when someone called it sounded like an off-tune orcastra. This gave me a chance to peak my head out the door and see what was going on while he was attending to caller. When I went to get out of bed I spotted a band aid box branched off on the other side of the bed. Too interested in what was outside the door I just made a mental note to check it out later and screwed up my face at it.
By the time I had quietly tip toed my way to the door Justin already back.
�Where are you going?� I squeezed out, trying to hold back another yawn. He just glared at me strangely as if I was I had been talking a different language and continued to haul his bags down into the foyer.
�Fine be that way!� I shouted, running my finger through my bed-nest hair. �Go on, leave again! Go F*ck around again. Do it Justin!� I stomped, �You�re always leaving anyway.�
Shrugging off my words he simply said, �Good-bye Sarah.� and disappeared out the front door, suit cases and all.
�Good-bye� I hollered sarcastically and ran back into my room.
�This is so childish.� I mumbled to myself, Picking up the box.
�Here we are supposed to be in love and- What the hell?!� I exclaimed as I held up the contains of the box, car keys.
�That�s crazy!� I smiled, automatically heading downstairs. �Yup, long gone just like I thought.� Garage I told myself, that�s where the other half of this is.
The second I opened the door to the garage I saw a brand new shinny silver Audi parked next to his and almost pissed my pants.
�Oh my God!� I exclaimed, walking up to it and opening the drivers door. When I went to sit down I noticed another band aid box, this time it contained actually band aids and a note on the side of it which read: Just because I can�t kiss it and make it better��
Suddenly, I was filled to the brim with quilt. How could I have been such a huge bitch to someone so damn sweet? Even if he had cheated this proved to me that he cared and that he actually did listen to me. �Oh my God!� I repeated, taking one of the band aids and wrapping it around my finger. After I was done I cut on the engine and decided to take it for a drive to see how it handled. By the time I got back home I had fallen back in love, not only with Justin, but also with the new car. I figured it was the least I could do so I called his cell to thank him.
�Hello?�
�Oh my God! it�s awesome, you�re awesome!� I said with a smile across my face.
�I�m glad you like it� am I allowed to talk to you yet?� He questioned, seriously and not sarcastic like he had been all the other times.
Twirling the keys around my bandaged finger I giggled, �Maybe, I�ll think about it. I love it though, thank you Justin, oh, my finger�s better too. But, uh, I should let you go, I still dunno where you are?�
�I knew you�d like it. You�re welcome. I�m on my way to Florida to do an interview and a radio session be back on Thursday though.�
�Alright, talk� I mean see you later. Thanks again!�
�No problem, after all I do love my crabby lil� Sarah.� He chuckled.
�I love my lil questionably sneaky Justin too.� I replied.
�K.� He voice smiled contently.
�Bye J�
�Cya baby.�
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The next afternoon
Of course I wanted to go out and drive around so at 2 o�clock I headed out. On my way out I came across a few 20 dollar bills that looked lonely on the kitchen table so I snagged a few and decided to go shopping. The main plan was to go grab a quick lunch then go bumming around town. Too bad the farthest I got was McDonalds.
�Life styles, of the Rich and the Famous!!!!� I sang along to the radio, a French fry flopping around in my mouth as I turned out of the parking lot and back onto the freeway. Suddenly I felt a bump, then another, and another.
�Always complaining- oooohhh shit!� Instantly I pulled over already knowing that I had a flat.
�This fucking sucks!� I sighed, turning off the car and getting out. Luckily it was a nice warm day outside so I couldn�t complain about that. Starting at the still half-way inflated back tire, I rubbed my temples and mumbled, �A freakin� brand new car, brand f*cking new, no dents, no scratches, not even 50 miles, and even smells new but noooo just much luck to get a damn flat tire! I see how it is!� I kicked it, then went back inside and searched for my cell phone, which along with the car was also in Justin�s name.
�Ok, ok, I give up, where in the hell is it?� I agitatedly emptied out my purse, tipping it upside down, and causing my make-up to spill all over the new leather seat.
�Damit!� The second I saw the blue eye-shadows remains I came to the realization that I had forgotten to put on my usual wig and heavy make-up. How could I have been so forgetful? What was my problem?
�Excuse me ma�am do you need some help?� I tall man stood behind me. After I had shoved on my sunglasses I spun around and replied, �Actually, yeah, yes I do.�
�Well, obviously you gotta flat, do you have a spare and a jack, I�ll be more than happy to change it for you.�
Forcing out a smile I said, �Hmmm, honestly, this is my boyfriend's car so I haven�t a clue, lemme pop the trunk.�
�You gotta boyfriend huh?� He took a step back and walked over to the back of the Audi. His voice sounded normal but I could tell by the look on his dark complected face that he was disappointed. He appeared to be part Hispanic but I couldn�t be too sure. Typical male I thought, wants to help just to get some booty in return.
�Does he have one?� I questioned watching him peer into the trunk.
�yeah, oh, and a jack, awesome.� He pulled all of the things out and prepared to change the tire.
�Did he just buy this, it�s a beautiful car?�
Leaning against the back seat door I replied, �Brand new, only a few days.�
�You�re lucky that he even let you take her out.� He laughed, pumping up the jack.
�I know.� I giggled. Damn, that man was a cutie. Dark wavy spiked hair, brown eyes, about 6 foot, buff, nice body, I couldn�t help but as, �You gotta girl?�
�Nope, actually I was hoping to find someone today but ya� know I guess we both are out of luck today.� He chuckled while he easily unscrewed the bolts. He seemed nice enough, and at least he was honest with me, not all guys could just tell it like it is just like he had and I respected him for that.
Kicking up the gravel on the side of the road I asked, �So, what can I do to make this up to you?�
I felt bad enough making him do all the work, I figured that it was the courteous thing to do.
Squinting up at me he said, �Go out to lunch with me� after I am done?�
Playfully I stated, �I don�t go places with someone when I don�t know their name.�
Standing up and dusting off his jeans he replied, �It�s Evan, well, I�m Evan.� He paused to laugh then added, �Evan Whittman.�
�Hi Evan, I�m Sarah.�
Oh God, I just told him my actual name, oh sh*t.
�Nice to meet you Sarah_____?�
�Um, Sarah Johnson.� I smiled uneasily, grabbing his hand to shake it