I stepped into the steaming hot tub when suddenly I heard "Mrs. Robinson" playing from my jacket pocket. That meant Jean was calling. I grabbed my robe and ran out into my room, and picked up the phone. 1
"Hello?" I heald the phone, waiting for what seemed forever before I heard a shaky voice on the other end. 2
"Jay? Could you maybe come over to my house? I need someone right now..." Oh man, this wasn't good. 3
"Well, my dad is leaving in a half hour, can you hang on?" 4
"No! I need you right now please!" The voice on the other line, who was Jean, was sobbing into the phone. Don't get salt water in the microphone please. 5
"Well, do you want to come with us? I can ask my mom if you want to come." I heard her nod through the phone. Once your best friends with someone like Jean for long enough, you know when she's nodding to through the phone. 6
"Ok, I'm sure my mom will be fine with it. You have to put on a somewhat happy face though, pretend you're having a go-" I stopped. She shouldn't be having a good time. "Having an ok time. Can you handle that chica?" I heard her nod again. 7
"Ok, we'll pic you up on the way, since you're right on the way. Wear something...bright or happy, ok?" I don't hear her nod. "Jean, please, don't wear anything dark and dismal." I hear her growl her 'Alright, I'll do it, but I'm going to hate it with all my being' growl. 8
I hung up the phone and went back to my bath. 20 minutes later we were picking Jean up out in front of her house. She was wearing a dark green shirt with some dark blue jeans. Jeans for Jean. Ha. I looked at her sadly. She looked so frail, skinny, pale...breakable. She was at her snapping point. She climbed into the backseat with me and looked at me, with all the life practically drained out of her eyes. 9
"Jean! It's nice of you to come! I couldn't leave without seeing my daughters giggle pail." My dad knew just how to make Jean laugh. I think some of the reason she was so depressed was that my dad wasn't around to save her. He was the best conselour the world had ever seen. Jean cracked a big smile and started chattering away with dad. I wondered a thought I had never wondered before. Did Jean have some secret crush on my dad? 10
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Great Write
Woa... twistableness!!! I HOPE to God that you don't think I have a crush on your dad!! Please tell me this isn't ALL based on... facts...
lol...
Great write!
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