| Part 8 (Nevermind, who cares?) |
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| Next to nothing from Jonathan, but I do have good news: My parents are going somewhere today and I can stay home alone. No big deal, I still don't have Jonathan's phone number or anything to do around here. "Well, bye, have a nice time, where ever you are going," I saw as I walk out of my room. "Nevermind, who cares." "Young lady, I can stay home if you're going to act like that," my mom said turning around. "I just mean have a good time and don't even think about me here alone." I love bugging my mom. They said goodbye and walk out the door. Thank God, first food then to the TV. I watch about an hour of TV and then start cleaning up the mess I made with the chips and pizza. I am bored but having my parents gone is as good as a day home from school. I start looking for my notebook. I write when I'm bored. If I write well when I'm bored so I have millions of stories around here somewhere. I looked in the cloest but stopped when I found a box. I can't believe them. I remember they said he could me but they never said I would get the letters or write back. Oh God, he thinks I hate him. I opened the first one on top: "Hi again. What's up Answer me back, please. I hope your parents are giving you your mail. I wrote you about 8 or 9 times now. I called you a few times, but your mom told you were busy everytime. You told me you're always bored so I know that you're not busy. Well, I can't keep writing two on one, so sorry. Call me, and again, I added my address and phone number to the bottom Your friend, Jonathan" I hate them! I grap the phone and call then number he wrote at the bottom. I hate them so much! I bet he think I hate him. What do I say to him? I am sorry my parents are crazy liars? "Hi, Jonathan. It's me, Jessica. The girl..." "I know who you are," he interrupted. "So, hey." "Oh, ok, I just know you probably know, like, 50 Jessicas." "I know your voice. Wow, you called." "My parents aren't home and I found all your letters you wrote me just now. They didn't want me talking to you." I felt so bad. "I knew that. Hey, I will call you right back." He hung up the phone. Hey, he didn't want to talk to me. He should have let me tell him goodbye. I started crying. Now I feel like a baby crying about a guy. I heard the phone ring, and I looked at it. That's him or my mom checking up on me. I grab it. "What?" The word "what" is to my mom or Jonathan. Right now I'm mad at them both. "What? What? I didn't do anything." It's Jonathan. "Oh yea, why did you hang up?" I smarted off. "If you call me, it will be on your phone bill," he said. "I mean, your parents phone bill." Now I didn't think of that. I was busy being mad at my parents. "Oh true. Sorry I got mad." I feel so stupid now. "It's ok baby. So what have you been doing?" Baby? I guess he isn't mad and he still likes me. "I have been waiting for a letter or phone call fro you, but now I am mad at my parents. I can't believe they went that far as to hide it." "Wow. You really didn't know that I wrote you? Well, they don't like me too much." "I think they hate me, too. It's not just you, it's anyone who tries to like me." Ok, how do I change the subject. "Yea." He sounds busy. "Hang on, I got to talk to someone. Give me a minute." He didn't even cover up the phone, and I couldn't stop from listending. He told some guy to give him a minute, and that he was talking to a very important person. "Ok back," he said laughing. "I am an important person. You big liar," I lauged back. "To me you are important and I want to talk to you. It's been boring around here." "Where is here?" I asked. "Here is on the set of a movie. Trust me, it's not as fun as people would thinkk." "What? Are you kidding me? Making a movie would be fun." "No it isn't. more than I say 75% of the time you spend standing and listening to everyone tell you how to do this and how to do that, like walking his hard. 15% of the time you are watching other scenes without you in it and the remaining 10% of the time, you are acting. Now all that and you think it's fun?" He explained a lot I didn't know about movies. "Better than watching a movie in your house eating old chips and finding out your parents are liars and crazy people. I hope crazines doesn't run in the family. You are having more fun than me." I laughed. "If you're busy now, we can talk later." "Never too busy for you. All we are doing today is the same scene we did a few days ago. I hate doing the same scene over and over." "Ok... So..." I left it open for him to start talking aobut something new. "So, do you miss me?" "Well, we only knew each other a little, but yea, I miss you." "Yea. I think about you a lot and I odn't even know you that well." "You think about me?! Wow!" "Yea, all the time. Funn, I can't get you out o myhead." "Were you trying to get me out of your head?" "No, not now, but when you weren't calling or anything I started trying to." "Oh." I am so gald I called him. "So, what movie?" "Uhh..." he said sounding confused. "Oh, just a movie I play a small role in. No big deal." "Cool. Can't wait to see it." Now I sound like fan for sure. "Yea, it's not Disney. It's a little more adult than any other movie I've done." "Really? Well good luck with it and all." I do'nt kow what to say. I know what I would like to say: "Are you doing a sex scene?" That is something I really can't wait to see. "Yea, thanks. So your parents hate me a lot? I wonder how much I would have to buy to see you again!" "I don't know, ask my parents. I bet it's a lot. By the way, what did you give them to keep them from telling?" I hated to ask, but I wanted to know. "Oh just $50,000. No big deal. Your dad said he would get me with kidnapping and something else, but let's not talk about it." Ok, I was told $10,000. Making a joke about that type of cahs. How can it be called kidnapping when I watned to go, and he is still a kid. 16 isn't an adult. "Wow. my mom only told me $10,000. We didn't get a lot with $50,000." I am so mad at my mom and dad. "Well, if they want to go tell after it is gone, I don't care. I am not giving them another dollar. I am starting to not even care." He sounded upset. "I stopped caring a few weeks ago." "Did you stop caring about me?" He lauged. "No! I just stopped caring about me, and this stupid house and my parents. I am tired of it here, and I really hate it..." I paused. For a few seconds, almost a mnute, we didn't say anything. I wish I were old enough to move out of here. I wouldn't even care where I went, as long as it wasn't here in hell. "It is bad there, isn't it?" he asked, taking a deep breath. "Yea, I really hate it. I think I am going crazy." I started crying again. "I can't take it. It's too hard to live like this." "If it does get to the point where you can't take it, call me, ok? I will help you out." He sounded scared. "Yea, whatever." "Hey, remember you can trust me, you said it yourself." He laughed, and starts talking to some guy around him. "Hey Jessica, I got to go. We can talk later ok." "Wait, when? My mom won't let you talk to me." I said it fast hoping he wouldn't just hang up. "I will takl to her, and put those letters back where you found them, and don't just be mad at your parents, ok? Don't let them know you seen them." "Yea, ok. Bye," I said sliding the phone down. "Bye." I put the letters back. I didn't haev to make it look unopened. My mom had opened them all anyway. How am I going to act around them after that. Will they know I saw the letters when Jonathan calls? And how is he going to talk her into letting me talk to him? So many questions, and I'm alone with no answers. My parents walked in the door about a half an hour later. "Have fun where ever you went?" "Yea, we did. You have fun here alone?" My mom looked at me like she knew. "I guess it was fun. I was bored, but still, I watched TV." I played it cool... I think. "Well, whatever," my dad said as he walked to his room. "I'm tired and going to take a nap." "Yea me, too." I ran to my room, but I can't sleep. What if he calls and I'm asleep? |