Hey guys I'm back! Sorry for not updating in a while, I've had a bad case of writers block and I've recently been very interested in the book series, Keeper of the Lost Cities, so yeah. I've also been trying to figure things out with school n stuff, but now I'm back! Sorry for the long wait. Btdubs, I'm thinking of starting a new fanfic- yeah I know what y'all are probably gonna say- "ugh, another one." (Please no DJ Khaled references please. Seriously. I'm begging here🙏🏾). But yeah I really like the KOTLC series and I wanna use one of my multiple Drabbles as a fanfic.
But now I'm yammering on too much and u guys wanna story! So without further ado, here's chapter number five!
Noah's P.O.V:
"Well this is just fantastic," I thought to myself, begrudgingly. Here I am, wedged between two girls who are currently having another argument, with Emily in the front seat, sunglasses on eyes, tapping to the beat of her music while Ms. Anderson plays some country song on the radio, singing along merrily to it- all while scrunched up in a small car. How did I get into this predicament you may ask? Well......
~Flashback~
"NOAH!!!" A booming voice shocked me out of my slumber, my eyes snapping open. Blinking, I slowly sit myself up, feeling incredible tired. I must've gotten around 5 hours of sleep at the most. Groaning, I rub my face in an attempt to adapt to the morning brightness. It doesn't work. Ugh. Stupid dream...... If this keeps happening, I'll never be able to fall asleep-
"RILEY! STOP USING MY HAIR BRUSH!!!" I jump at the sudden and shrill sound of Richelle's voice. "WHAT'RE YOU TALKING ABOUT? THIS ONE'S MINE!!" Riley retaliates. "UH, NO IT ISN'T! THE BLUE ONE HAS ALWAYS BEEN MINE, IT'S BEEN MINE FOR YEARS!!" "NO IT HASN'T!" "YES IT HAS!" "NO IT HASN'T!!" "YES IT HAS!!!" "NO IT-" "OH MY GOD GUYS, WHO THE HELL CARES?!??! SHUT UP!!!!" A new voice pops in. Emily, aka, the voice of reason, is clearly thinking the same as me. Groaning again, I flop my head back onto my pillow. Good god, if it's always going to be like this.....
"NOAH!! OH, NOAH!" The voice that has once called me before, calls out to me again. I lazily lift my head and acknowledge the knocking on my door. "Come in," I say, sounding half-asleep. Probably because my mind feels awake but my body hasn't realized that just yet.
Ms. Anderson steps into my room and grins at me. "Noah! Oh good, you're decent!" She says, making my cheeks heat up. Oh god- did Richelle tell her about last night?
My answer comes when Ms. Anderson adds, "I thought you might've been in the middle of changing right now, so I didn't want to disturb you," she explains to me with a grin, per usual. I breath out a sigh of relief. Thank the lord..... "Um, what's going on?" I ask, desperate to change the subject. Ms. Anderson furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" She questions, completely disregarding the yelling in the background. "I raise my eyebrow. "Uh..." I say, not sure how to explain it in a nice way.
The entire situation finally seems to dawn on Ms. Anderson and she led out a laugh, smacking her hand to her forehead. "Oh my, my memory's been failing me! Signs of aging," she said, winking at me playfully, "I completely forgot to tell you how the girls are in the morning." My eyes widen. "So... they're always like this?" I ask a little fearfully. Ms. Anderson shoots me a small apologetic smile and nods.
It takes me a bit of time to process the information in my head. Oh my gosh, they are always like this..... "Noah? Noah are you okay with that? I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I can try and tell them to stop if you'd like, but the problem is that I've tried before, so, sooo many times before and they just don't listen....." Ms. Anderson rambles on, breaking out of my haze. I quickly stop her before she feels anymore guilty. "Ms. Anderson, don't worry it's fine," I assure her, causing her to pause mid-rant. "I was just a little surprised, that's all. I'm not exactly- used to this kind of stuff, y'know?" I say, rubbing the back of my neck a little sheepishly.
Ms. Anderson puffs out a short sigh of relief, satisfied by my response. "Well then! Now that that's cleared up, all you have to do now is get dressed and get ready!" She says cheerfully. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Get ready? Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
"Um..... Get ready for what?" I ask her, and she turns around to look at me. "Get ready for the mall, of course!" She tells me like it's obvious. My eyes widen. "The mall?!" I say, trying not to sound too horrified. I've always hated going to the mall- I rarely ever go unless I'm in desperate need of clothes or anything else- which I'm not- so why would they need me to go to the mall with them?
My question is soon answered; "Yes the mall! We need to get you some new clothes, Noah! The girls need some things too, so we're going on a shopping trip! Now get ready!! We'll be leaving soon!!!" Ms. Andersons says in her usual sing-songy voice and then leaves my room, closing the door, leaving me sitting their with my mouth dropped open in shock. A shopping trip? With a bunch of GIRLS?!!? Oh, this oughta be fun.....
~End of Flashback~
And that my friends, is exactly how I ended up in this godforsaken vehicle. I sigh as I shift around, being bumped about by the two girls I'm in between. The only damn reason I sat in between these two was to prevent them from arguing- but of course, like everything else in my life, that didn't work was it as planned. Looking up to the car ceiling and shaking my head, I subtly turn my music up, trying to tune out the noise around me. Thank the lord for my earbuds, otherwise this would be a much more painful ride- well, more painful than it already is, at least.
"Don't worry guys! Just a couple more minutes!!" I faintly hear Ms. Anderson say through all the chaos. I roll my eyes. She's been saying that we're close for the past 15 minutes. Why couldn't have we gone to a closer mall? What's so great about this one? Who cares if it's big!? I just wanna get out of this frickin car!!! "Look guys, I can see it!" Emily says, pointing to a building way off in the distance. Oh good, we actually are close. Just when I start to feel hope, the car comes to an abrupt stop. "Curses," I hear Ms. Anderson mutter under her breath, "I thought I'd avoid it this time." Then I heard a few rude words from Emily and reprimands from Ms. Anderson. Wait, what's going on?
Curiously, I squint out the front window, only for my eyes to widen to twice their size after viewing what I see: we are stuck in the oblivion of traffic cars. Oh no..... oh no, oh no, oh nononononononono!!!!! I look behind us, hoping that there is space behind us so that we can reverse. But just as I feared, cars are lined up thickly behind us as well. Honking and angry shouts are starting to emerge from the crowd as well, and Richelle and Riley, to my absolute horror, raise their voices so that they can hear each other shout over the commotion outside.
I look around and groan, dropping my head into my hands. Looks like we're gonna be here for awhile...
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I trudge into my room, my arms occupying four shopping bags full of clothes I definitely do not need, but were viewed as a necessity in Ms. Anderson's perspective. Dropping the bags on the floor, I walk over to my bed and collapse on it, face first. I let out a large, long groan. If this is how my life's gonna be, I might as well just jump out that side window right now.
Sighing, I pick myself up and put away all my new clothing. It takes me a good while some there's so much of it, but I finally mange to get it all done. I instantly become bored. "What to do, what to do....." I mutter to myself, trying to think of something productive I could do with myself. I think about it for a moment—nope, got nothing. I shrug. I might as well go and watch a movie to occupy myself. After all, I heard the movie room here is pretty good, and I could really use some distraction from my rather pitiful life right now.
Making my way to the movie room, I open the door and am shocked to see bright and lively it looks. There are different coloured bean bag chairs and a nice looking couch right in front of the large tv screen. Walking over to the couch, I sit down and find the remote. I scroll through the different options of movies, not exactly seeing a particular one that interests me until I come across one that catches my eyes. Oh, no way—they have Me and Earl and the Dying Girl?! I love that movie! I used to watch it with my family all the time—keyword there being used to.
I swallow the lump in my throat and try not to think of our family movie nights. Instead, I click on the movie, pause it quickly, them race down the stairs to get food. It doesn't even matter if you're hungry or not—one should always have food on them when watching a film.
I grab the bag of all-dressed Ruffles I had purchased earlier, and dump them into a plastic bowl. Then I go into the fridge, thankful to find a thing of coke. I look at my snack with satisfaction. Now I'm ready. Racing back up the stairs with my food in my arms, I plop back onto the couch and press play.
I can feel a smile working it's way into my face. I love this movie. I used to watch it so often, that now I can even quote it word by word. What? You call it obsession, I call it commitment.
I'm about 13 minutes into the movie, when Richelle walks in. I mentally groan and refrain from rolling my eyes. No doubt she's here to pester me again. "What're you watching?" She asks, looking at the screen with curiosity. I almost choke on the chip I'm eating. Is she serious? "You've seriously never heard of Me and Earl and the Dying Girl?" I ask, looking at her with disbelief. She gives me a blank look. "The what?" She asks, blatantly confused.
My eyes widen ever more. Holy shit. She's never heard of it! "It's only one of the best movies ever!" I exclaim. Richelle walks over to me, looks at the tv screen, and frowns. "Judging by its title, probably isn't," she says and u glare at her. "You've never seen it: you don't get an opinion," I say, crossing my arms with a huff. Richelle rolls her eyes and snickers at my pouting. "So I'm guessing this is about some kid and a dude named Earl plus a dying girl," she says as she steals one of my chips. "Hey!" I exclaim. No one messes with my food. She just looks at me and shrugs before laying down onto the couch, resting her head on my legs.
I furrow my eyebrows. What is she doing? I'm about to ask, but get distracted when she steals one of my chips, again. Like, seriously: doesn't this girl know boundaries at all?!
"Richelle, what are you doing?" I ask her with a sigh. This chick is just too complicated for me sometimes. She looks up and smiles innocently. "Trying to understand a movie," she says in a sweet tone that does NOT match her personality in any way. I groan and rub my hand over my face. Great. Now she's probably gonna keep asking a bunch of random questions as I try to watch this film. And no, I can't just make her leave! Unlike SOME people, I actually have manners and a little something called decency when it comes to others.
But surprisingly enough, Richelle doesn't speak much through the movie, only asking a few brief questions from time to time. And although she keeps stealing my food, which I've given up on trying to stop from happening, having her as company to watch the film isn't quite as bad as I expected it to be.
When the movie ends, Richelle springs up off from my legs and smirks at me. "Thanks, kid. Let's do it again sometime," she says and before I can remind her that I'm a whole seven months older than her, she sashays out of the room. I just blankly look on. What, no sassy comment or remark? No pestering? Damn, if life's gonna be this confusing for now on, I might as well just stay in my room.
Hey guys! Sorry this is a really shit chapter but I have a few ideas for the next, where there will DEFINITELY be a time skip, for the love of everything. Sorry I had you all waiting for so long but I didn't have much ideas for this chap and I kinda just improvised half of this shit like just now. So I'm sorry if it's not worth it, I'll try and make the other ones better!
-Someonewhoisnthere