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Blue Angels
Rated: E | Book | Action/Adventure | #1794275
An inspiring band are band mates by day but superheros by night.
#739527 added November 14, 2011 at 11:48pm
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"Cell Phone Love"
                   
                                                                              Chapter 9
                                                                                              “Cell Phone Love”


         I watched as all the other kids drove away in their comfy cars, laughing and being as happy as they could be. While I was standing in the cold fall weather with nothing, but my blue hot topic hoodie and my black beany to keep me warm. It had been an hour since Lane left me, and I had no idea how to get home. I digged through my bag to grab my cell phone, when I realized I left it in my locker.
Later that afternoon…..

         Shane unlocked the door to his house and walked inside. When he came into the living room he dropped his guitar on the floor and went straight to the kitchen. Anna was laying on the couch watching her favorite reality show “Jersey Shore.” Shane grabbed a bottled water from the fridge and sat on the couch next to her. They greeted each other and continued watching the show when Anna got a phone call.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Anna! I can’t find Yumi!” Jay shrieked from the other end of the line.

Anna dropped the remote as she panicked.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?”

Shane was startled by his sister’s sudden outburst.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Yumi’s missing!” She screeched.

“What!?”

         Shane jumped off the couch, grabbed his coat from the closet and ran out the door. He quickly started his motorcycle and drove straight to the school. All these thoughts were rushing through his head. Was I alright? Did someone kidnap me?

“Why didn’t Lane just give her a ride, he know’s she’s new here…” Shane mumbled to himself as he turned the street corner.

         When Shane left the house, Anna called the rest of her friends and told them to be on the look out for me. Then she ran up stairs to Lane’s room. He was sitting on his bed listing to music and typing on his laptop. When he noticed Anna’s appearance, he turned down the music.

“What do you want?” he asked, annoyed.

Anna ignored his tone and continued with her sentence.

“Yumi’s missing!” she shouted.

         Lane turned of his music completely, he just stared at her in shock as he remembered all the mean things he said to me that day. He knew he acted horrible towards me, and now I’m missing! Lane almost trampled Anna as he ran downstairs to his red convertible. He hopped into the car not even bothering to unlock it, started the engine and was gone down the street.

“I know exactly where she might be..” he thought to himself.

         I walked to my locker to retrieve my neglected cellphone. I never noticed how dark, quiet and creepy Sonata High looked at night. Despite my apperance, I’m a little afraid of being in the dark. I’m totally not kidding, I didn’t grow out of my nightlight untill I was ten. I had this horrible dream when I was a little kid. I was getting robed by a burglar in the dark. One time my dad came into my room, too check on me and I beat him with my plastic baseball bat, because I thought he was the burgaler from my dream. My mother stopped feeding me sugar cerieals after that.

         I opened my locker and grabbed my phone, it was dead. Then I saw the music room was still open. I walked inside and spotted a keyborad in the middle of the floor. It looked similar to the one I had at home. My keyboard wasn’t that big, it was white and had my name on the side in black shiny letters. I got the keyboard when I was eight years old, but I still play it.
         Shane drove into the parking lot and parked his bike in the first spot he saw. He locked it and ran into the school as fast as he could. He tired to call my phone again, but it went straight to voicemail. He looked all around the school screaming my name. He was just about to give up when he heard music coming from music room-c.

         He slowly walked towards the door as the music became louder. Then he heard a beautiful voice over amazing piano playing. Shane could tell the voice was very sad. He slowly opened the door and saw me playing the piano and singing my heart out as tears fell down my face.

“When you look at me,
You don’t see,
The real me,
Behind the shell…

I’m reaching out to you,
To rescue me,
From myself….

Who I wanna be is something different,
From who I am.. Now,”

         I grabbed a tissue to wipe the tears that were dripping from my eyes. This day couldn’t have gotten any worse then it already was. I was dissed by my crush and now stranded at school with a dead cell phone. I couldn’t believe Lane was that mean. I felt so stupid to have actually fallen for him. Apperently I was a bigger moron than I thought, to fall in love with a Mr. Jerk Charming.

         I stood at the keyboard and attempted to play another song, when I felt a pair of warm, firm, hands wrapped around my waist. The person was pressed against my back, with their hot breath hitting my neck. I blushed instantly.

“I love your voice,” the person spoke.

“W-what are you doing here, Shane?” I stuttered.

Which was more surprising to me, because usually if  something like that happened, I wouldn’t be able to form a sentence.

My face was red like velvet.

         Shane untangled his arms from around my petite waist. Then he spun me around to face him. I took one glance into his sorrowful blue orbs and almost died right on the spot. I couldn’t believe I was just in the arms of Shane Greed! He saw how red a puffy my face looked, he could tell I had been crying. He wiped the remaining tears from my face then quickly embraced me, while gently coressing my head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take you home.” he whispered.

“I-it’s okay.” I muttered, even though I knew it wasn’t.

I tried so hard to hold back the remainder of my tears. When Shane calmly patted my back.

“Go ahead and cry..” he whispered.

         At that moment, all the tears I’ve held in since I got to Sonata City came out all at once. I cried about leaving my home town. I cried about missing my dad that was now far away. I cried about how bad the kids treated me at my old school. I even cried about the freak I had suddenly, become two days ago. Then I cried about how stupid I was to ever fall for a guy like Lane Greed. 

         Lane parked his car and quietly creped into the school. The thought of how bad he treated me was eating him alive. Which was a first for the infamous  Narcissistic Prince of Sonata Academy. Which everyone knew his nickname except me. “Why didn’t I just give her a ride?” he thought.

He walked through the quiet halls of the school when he heard loud crying coming from music room-c.

“Oh god, I hate girls who cry.” he thought.

         But, when Lane got to the door he couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw his own brother comforting the girl he just rudely belittled. Lane’s face sunk at the sight. For some reason, Shane always took a liking to the girls he hated. Why? He wasn’t sure, but it was really starting to tick him off. Or was he really jealous that Shane was comforting me, instead of himself. Whatever the reason was, Lane wasn’t happy about it, not one bit.

Lane walked away and went back to his car. He sat in it for a minute before he drove off.
“This isn’t over Shane,” he whispered to himself.

After ten minutes of me bawling, I finally became silent. Shane let go of our embrace and placed his hands on my sholders.

“Got it all out?”

I nodded.

“Good.” he smiled.

“But why?” I asked.

“Why what?” Shane stared at me, puzzled.

“Why is Lane so mean and your so nice?”

         Shane could see the pain in my eyes and frowned. He grabbed my backpack from the other side of the room and walked out the door with it.

“I’ll tell you on the way home.”

         I followed Shane to his motorcycle, he placed the backpack on my back and put on my helment. He was about to click my seatbelt on as well, untill I stopped him.

“I can do it myself.” I smiled.

Shane blushed, “Of course you can..”

Shane started the engine and we rode out the parking lot. I tapped his sholder.

“Story time!” I shouted.

Shane stopped at a red light.

“Welll….when we were little,  Lane wasn’t as cool and handsom as he is now. He used to be a nerd in elementary school. All the kids used to pick on him because he wore huge glasses and hand a huge forhead. Everyone used to call him Lane the talking forehead. The nickname made no sense, but it still bugs him to this day.”

I laughed as I pictured Lane as a child.

“But, when middle school rolled around everything changed. Lane started working out and begged my parents to get him contacts. Then he started acting mean to me and everyone else.”
I frowned at Shane’s last statement.

“I must be hard dealing with a brother like that…”

Shane shrugged.

“Nah, I got used to it after a while.”


         Shane pulled into my driveway. I got off his bike and thanked him for everything he did for me that day. I waved as he drove off into the fall night. As I unlocked the door my mom basicly tackled me to ground.

“Don’t scared me like that ever again, young lady!” she shouted, sobbing.

“I promise mom,” I smiled.

I couldn’t believe I had the best and worst day of my life thanks to two extraordinary brothers.
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