Chapter 3~
Cheer Up!
Brendan wrapped the Clinique Happy Perfume, a love bear, sunglasses, a lava lamp, and a new outfit in a box for Dee�s birthday. �Gosh, Brendan,� Charity frowned sarcastically, �I don�t think Dee will appreciate her gift. You didn�t get her enough things!� Charity started to chuckle. Brendan gave a sarcastic smile. Brendan ran down the stairs and shouted, �DAD! I�m going over to Dee�s. It�s her birthday.� �Okay!� Mr. Teeting shouted back. A few minutes afterwards, Charity came running down the stairs. �DAD! I�m going over to Chris�s!� �Okay!� Mr. Teeting shouted back again. A minute later he thought to himself, �Who�s Chris?� He shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his lunch. Jerry called Charity earlier and told her to come over to see Chris. She didn�t know why Jerry wanted her to see Chris, but she didn�t mind. Charity wasn�t sure where Chris lived exactly, but she got directions from Jerry on the phone earlier. He said that they lived really close, so she decided to walk. She had to admit to herself, she was excited to see Chris. Charity had many thoughts of Chris ever since the day they met. �Okay, so I make a left here,� Charity thought to herself, �and his house should be the 3rd on the left. One, Two, Three! This is his house!� She was amazed at how large it was. It was even bigger than her dad�s house. Chris�s house had a balcony in the front, just above the front door. There was a pathway from the driveway to the front and the side of the house. She thought that there had to be about 20 windows on the front of the house. If it looked this great outside, she wondered how it would be inside. There was an intercom button at the front door she had to press. A woman on the other side asked who she was and who she wanted to see. �I�m Charity,� and then she thought to herself who she was here to see. Jerry called her to come over, but he told her to see Chris. �I�m here to see Jerry,� Charity finally said. When the door opened, Jerry was standing there. �Hey Charity. You look so nice today. Did you get a haircut? Oh! Is that a new shirt?� Jerry questioned weirdly. �Okay, cut the chase. What do you want?� Charity smiled. Jerry explained to Charity about how Chris wasn�t acting like himself and how depressed he seemed. �Okay, fine. I�ll try to cheer him up,� Charity moaned, �but I hardly know Chris. How am I supposed to cheer him up? I�m surprised you even called me over here!� Charity followed Jerry to Chris�s room. The hallway upstairs was filled with pictures and old paintings. She thought this place was a mansion. When they finally reached Chris�s room at the end of the hallway, Jerry knocked. �Charity�s here to see you,� Jerry said. �Charity?� Chris said in surprise. He knew immediately that Jerry had asked Charity to come over. Jerry liked Charity, like a sister, and he wanted Chris and Charity to �click�. Chris opened the door and let Charity in. He closed the door shut on Jerry. Charity was amazed at how big Chris�s room was. He had a king-size bed, a TV, a computer, a phone, and a million posters of Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, Jessica Simpson, Mandy Moore, and Willa Ford. �Oh god! I�m in hell,� Charity said staring at one of the Willa Ford posters. �What? She�s cool!� Chris said instantly. �Sure�if you like that �bad girl� slut type.� �Yeah, yeah, yeah. So why are you here?� Chris asked �You tell me. You locked yourself in your bedroom?� Charity said unbelievably. �Girls�sometimes I love them for four months and then hate them,� Chris began to state his problem. �You do know I�m a girl?� Charity laughed. She noticed she was the only one laughing. Chris frowned as she joked at his problem. �Okay, okay,� Charity sighed, �Girl trouble? Tell me about it?� �I can�t tell YOU. I can�t even tell Jesse or Frankie from my group.� Chris said hopelessly. �Why can�t you?� �Because. You wouldn�t understand, they wouldn�t understand.� �Try me,� Charity nudged. �Okay. You�re a girl so maybe you�d understand this better than me. Adrienne is this gorgeous, fun girl that I went out with for 4 months. We did everything together. She came to all my concerts, always begged me to sing to her, and had a beautiful smile,� Chris explained. That moment, Charity knew that her chances with Chris were a million to one. She couldn�t start a relationship with a guy who had his heart broken. Besides, he was part of a boy band. That wasn�t her type. But then again, she didn�t know her type� Chris continued to tell Charity how Adrienne thought that she needed a break from him. Chris stared passed Charity as if she wasn�t even there. She noticed how depressed he was and didn�t know what to do. His own family couldn�t cheer his broken heart up. What could she possibly do? �Most of the time in relationships, a little fight has to happen. If it doesn�t happen, then it�s not a real relationship,� Charity tried to cheer him up, �You and Adrienne have to let go of each other sometime. And that�s when the test of true love happens. Corny, I know, but if she comes running back to you, you guys were meant to be. If she doesn�t, then you weren�t and you�ll find some other pretty girl that will make you laugh just as much as Adrienne did. Who knows, maybe she�ll be better. Sometimes you have to wait a while until she realizes that she misses you. If Adrienne doesn�t come back, she doesn�t know what she�s been missing.� Chris made half a smile. Charity didn�t know whether that was a good thing or not. So she added a little bit of encouragement. �There are tons of girls chasing after you�like Melanie! You�re a great singer, you know how to dance, and you give lots of love. (I can tell by the way you�re mobbing over Adrienne.) Adrienne has probably just given up the best thing in her life right now. She�s gotta come back.� Still, Chris stayed silent for a while. �Thanks,� Chris finally said, �a lot.� �No prob. I think I have to go now�it�s getting late. See ya later!� Charity was just about to walk out the door when Chris said, �Not if I see you first.� Charity smiled without facing Chris and walked out the door. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
