This chapter is rated PG 13
Author’s note: Sorry that this chapter took awhile to come out. I have been having problems with WordPress, and most of the time can’t even access the site. I’ve tried a few times to release this chapter but it keeps disappearing. >.< Very frustrating. This chapter I had to shorten a little because I had saved the final draft and it had lost everything I had written, and even a couple of the pictures were just deleted and disappeared into thin air. I typed the whole darn story again this morning, and not 100 % happy with it, but with all the problems I’ve been having with this website lately, it’s going to have to be enough. 😦
Also, I’m aware that Ryan is a name I used over in my Hunt Family Legacy, but what can I say? I was watching a movie with Ryan Reynolds in it and it was stuck in my head. I wasn’t even aware I named them both Ryan until now.
Ryan, I thought the minute my eyes opened the next morning. I smiled staring up at the ceiling, mentally naming the future children Ryan and I would have together. My God, he was gorgeous. Those eyes. I hoped our children had his eyes.
I sat up with a yawn, fumbling for my glasses which I somehow always managed to lose, I shoved my feet into a pair of fuzzy yellow slippers and yawned my way into the bathroom.
In the bathroom I stared at my reflection with a critical eye. I was definitely my father’s daughter with my messy thick dark hair and eyebrows that resembled caterpillars. I was going to have to pluck those babies into submission before I was able to braid them!
I desperately needed a new look. Ryan said I was cute last night. Remembering him calling me cutie made me smile, but I didn’t only want to be cute. Puppies and kittens were cute. I wanted to be gorgeous!
I pulled out my makeup kit and went to work. I had never been good with a make-up brushes, and I didn’t have a steady hand.
I stabbed my eye with the mascara wand, my eye instantly tearing up. Shit, I swore, fumbling for a box of Kleenex. You look like a damn raccoon, Giselle.
I popped in my contacts, after not having worn them for so long, they felt alien and strange on my eyes, and itched uncontrollably. The things we do for beauty, I thought scowling at my reflection.
I yanked the pony tail holder out of my hair wincing as the holder ripped out several strands of my hair. I grabbed a brush and attacked my hair until it lay flat on my head. The thick waves moved gently around my neck.
I smiled at my reflection and smiled. I looked at least a year older.
I pulled out a yellow t-shirt that had shrunk in the dryer and clung to me like a second skin, and a white jean skirt. These will do, I thought with a smile.
I hurried downstairs spotting my mother in the kitchen. “Good morning.” I sang grabbing a box of cereal out of the top cupboard and pulling out milk from the fridge.
“You look nice today, what are your plans for the day?” She asked me looking down into her coffee mug.
“Oh you know, this and that.” I said breezily, my pulse racing the way it always did when I lied. “I thought about going to the library today.”
“Again?” My mom’s eyebrows rose to her hairline. “My, you are serious about your summer reading. Let me get dressed–I’ll go with you.”
I panicked, thinking fast. “No that’s ok mom, no need to trouble yourself.” I said quickly.
“It’s no trouble, Giselle, I need to do some shopping in town anyways.” My mom said taking a long swallow of her coffee.
“Alright. You can drop me off at the library, but I’ll walk home. Ok?” I said finally, not seeing any other way out of it. I guess I’d have to walk to Finn’s. Once again I was reminded of the fact that I really needed to get my license.
“So I’ve been thinking about getting my license.” I began, knowing it was a sensitive subject with my mom who was afraid to see me behind the wheel. Probably with good reason, as I was notoriously clumsy.
Isabella Gallagher sighed. “I knew this would come up again, That’s something you will have to talk to your dad about. He’s much better in dealing with that sort of stuff then I am.”
“Mom, I’m 17 years old. Do you know that most of the kids I went to school with started driving at 16. I’m not a baby anymore!” I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks flood with color.
“I don’t care how old you get, you’ll always be my baby.” My mother said standing up to put her mug of coffee away.
“Good morning ladies.” My dad said coming down into the kitchen. He kissed my forehead and then dipped my mother backwards making her squeal planting kisses up and down her face. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and turned away. I don’t think there was any child alive that could stomach their parents display off affection. Gross, I thought.
“Dad, will you take me out driving today?” I smiled up at him. Turning my blue eyes his way. I was such a daddies girl.
“Sure baby,” Cole Gallagher said. “Its a dad’s greatest privilege to teach their children to drive. If its ok with you dear.” He said turning towards my mother. My dad my have been the man of the house, but everyone knew, my mother was boss.
“Awesome!” I smiled. “Lets go!”
“Dad I know all this!” I blew out my breath in frustration once my dad went over the rules of the car yet again for what seemed like the millionth time. I was just eager to drive and get this over with.
“Getting your driver’s licence is a big responsibility Giselle, and once I feel satisfied you understand those rules, I’m not going to let you drive out of this driveway.” He said. “Again.”
“I know, I know. Seatbelt. Check mirrors. Hand’s on 10 and 2, look around, then go into reverse.” I said.
“Ok. Now back out of the driveway slowly.”
I did as he directed, looking behind me and easing effortlessly out of the driveway.
“Good, good.” He smiled at me, his hands nervously resting on the ‘Oh shit handle.’ above the window.
We drove for a while, and my dad was proud at how well I did. To my dismay he wouldn’t let me drive downtown yet, said I wasn’t ready to deal with rush hour traffic.
I parked outside the library and my dad jumped into the driver’s side. “Do you want me to pick you up later?” He asked rolling down the window.
“No, that’s ok dad. I can walk home.” I gave him a small wave and watched him pull away from the curb. His car disappearing around the corner.
I stood alone on the sidewalk in front of the library for a while, making sure the coast was clear, then I turned toward town and started heading in the direction of Finn’s apartment.
It didn’t take me long to reach Finn’s apartment. I hurried inside and knocked, frowning when I didn’t hear anyone inside. Dejectedly, I hung my head when the door suddenly swung open.
“Giselle? What are you doing here?” Finn scratched his head looking down at me with a puzzled expression. “I was just about to leave.”
“Oh.” I said simply, looking around him to see if I could catch a glimpse of Ryan.
“You look different Giselle. Where are your glasses, you hate wearing your contacts.” A frown creased his face. “Uh oh. I see what’s going on here.” He laughed. “You might as well come in, but Ryan’s not home. Sorry Kiddo.”
I bristled at his words. Was my crush that obvious? I sat next to Finn on the couch. He looked at me with pity.
“Giselle, your my sister, and it’s because of that fact, that I’m going to give you a little bit of tough love. I like Ryan. I do, he’s my friend, and he’s basically a good guy. But he’s too old for you Giselle. Deep down you know this. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He patted my shoulder awkwardly.
I felt my eyes well up with tears, that were caused by half anger and half embarrassment. Anger, won out. I looked up at Finn my eyes blazing. “I’m not a kid anymore Finn, I can’t make my own decisions, I don’t need you or anyone else to tell me what’s best for me!” I said hotly, angry tears running down my face.
Finn put his hands up in a defensive gesture. “I get that. Giselle, but he’s not ready to settle down with anyone. I’m telling you, if you pursue this Ryan thing you will only be disappointed. He’s quite the ladies man Giselle, you think Mason has a lot of woman after him, well so does Ryan.”
I cried in earnest now, his words breaking my heart. I watched Finn stand up and pace around the small living room apartment. I watched him go back and forth, back and forth, before he finally stopped wringing his hands anxiously. “Giselle, I do gotta get going. Go splash some cold water on your face, and get yourself together. Lock the door when you leave ok?” Through tear filled eyes I watched him leave quickly, like the very hounds of hell were hot on his heals.
Through my haze of tears I watched him go, and thankfully I was alone. I went to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on my face. Much better. My face was still blotchy, and my nose was shiny and red from crying, but I looked a little better at least. The longer I stared at my reflection, the angrier I got. You stupid kid, I glared at myself. You’re pathetic, no wonder Ryan doesn’t like you.
When I felt a little more collected I started to leave. I reached my hand out toward the door when it suddenly swung open almost knocking me backward. Ryan! I thought feeling my face flush hotly.
“Hey kiddo.” I bristled at his words, feeling like I was going to be sick, or worse. Cry. My face flooded with color, and my eyes burned hotly.
“I was just leaving.” I choked making a move past him before he could see my eyes flood with tears.
I felt his eyes on my back as I hurried down the hall, and disappeared down the stair well.
I ran down the stairs as fast as I could before Ryan could see the tears that ran down my face. Nothing said kid like the water works. So much for Ryan seeing me as an adult. I was just a kid to him. Finn was right. Damn him.
There was a slight chill in the air once I reached the sidewalk, but I didn’t want to go home yet. I just wanted to go somewhere where I could be alone. Hugging myself for warmth I headed down the street.
I found myself at a quiet park in the heart of the city. This late in the evening it was quite as a church mouse which suited me just fine.
I sat on an old stone bench and stared at the fountain while tears cursed down my cheeks. You’re pathetic Giselle, Finn was right. Ryan doesn’t see you as anything more but a child, I berated myself. I clenched my hands with anger.
I laughed at myself for my attempt to beautify myself. You can put makeup on a pig, but it’s still a pig, I thought as tears slowly trailed down my cheeks. I didn’t wipe them away, I just let them fall, as I stared down at my ankles.
There was one more week of summer vacation left, and I just knew it was going to be the worst school year ever. I had no friends, even Harrison had moved on with his life, and seemed to forget I was alive.
I sat on the bench like a statue until the sun finally set, the darkness suiting me just fine. I wasn’t ready to go home and answer my mom’s questions about where I had been for so long. I would probably be grounded, but I didn’t care. It was not like I had a social life or anything. I was a loser, and I would always be that way…