Generation Two: Chapter TwoPosted: July 3, 2014
Hey! (anyone remember this blog?)……hope so 🙂
Anyway, sorry for the two month hiatus (will be exactly tomorrow, which this might be posted by tomorrow haha). I had a summer class I focused on and I focused on my selfacy because I was having the motivation for it. But, I’ve decided that I have the motivation and inspiration for my rainbowcy, so expect a lot of chapters! (yay)
There shouldn’t be any new downloads or anything under the tab, and the family tree isn’t updated so no surprises. Oh, expect this chapter to be quite long…I tried to shorten it the best I could. Also, next chapter is a two-parter, so be prepared!
And remember chapters are told from the heir’s POV otherwise stated. And imagine that time has passed somewhat quickly…
I don’t expect this chapter to use any profanity, but you’ve been warned.
I started the semester going strong, even if I literally had no friends and lived in a house with two strangers. I’ve basically been spending my days studying, and enjoying the coffee shops around town. I wanted to spend time at home but Strawberry is an art major and spends most of the daytime working on projects and her art and its very awkward being in the same room as her. You could hear a pin drop when both of us are in a room. A cold draft envelopes the room when she enters, its very unsettling. I would hang out and spend time getting to know Almond, but he’s a Political Science major and is super busy since he’s a second year and is trying to get his foot in the door early on. He has an internship right now and a full time student schedule so he’s barely home and if he is, he’s usually sleeping. I’m very alone, and starting to become depressed about it.
But, as of lately I’ve been studying and working on final projects because these two weeks are finals and I’m finally understanding what people mean when they say “crunch time”. The library and laptop have become my best friends these past few days. I guess this is what happens when you’re a English Major haha, lots of writing and reading. Minimal studying really which is nice, just have to convey creativity and knowledge of concepts. Just tough because this so-called “college experience” has been pretty sucky and non-existent. I just hope things can get better.
A Few Weeks Later:
My finals went really well, very impressed with myself. I survived my first semester of college and my parents are just as excited when I sent them the letter. Its now the first holiday of the year. We go to school all year around, and just take vacations that are short in length, but frequent. I was going to go home, but my parents informed me I couldn’t come home because they’ve had some suspicious things happening and are worried that bad man finding out I’m their daughter and something happening to me. I think they worry a little too much, but I respected their wishes. But, I had my own problems at my house. Strawberry apparently doesn’t have anyone to spend the holiday with either because she stayed back too. Just my luck. Dreading my holiday with the one person who hates me the most, and tears me down every time I see her.
When I would come into a room she was in, she would narrow her eyes and her mouth would quiver in anger. One day her negatively and hatred really got to me. I started breaking down in our bedroom. She was out of the house thank berry, but I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I felt so guilty even though I did absolutely nothing except defend myself against her hurtful words. I just wanted to make one friend while I was here, and I can’t even manage that. How pathetic is that? I should of just stayed home and meet people. Starting to lose all sense of what I’m really supposed to be doing on this Earth. Doesn’t seem like anyone wants me around.
Except, about a week later after my moping and pity party Strawberry actually spoke words to me. At first, I thought it was a dream and that I should wake up at any second because someone who hates you that much doesn’t just talk to you out of the berry blue.
“Uh, hey Clementine? That’s your name right?” she quietly asked
At first I ignored here because I was washing dishes and focusing on other things, and didn’t really hear her.
“Clementine? Clementine Moscato?”
“Hmmm, oh?……what?” I broke my focus
“Can I, uh….can chat with you and ask you something?” she asked again
She didn’t say anything at first when I turned to face her. Her eyes awkwardly darted around the room, finding the words to say. Was she apologizing? Maybe? Better be sincere if she is. I couldn’t think of any other reason she had to acknowledge my physical existence. I kept staring at her trying to figure out her game, but nothing was coming to mind except apology so I just came out with something to start somewhere, even though this woman didn’t deserve it.
“What’s up?” I blurted out
“Yeah, uhh I was wondering since its just you and me here that if you’d go out with me? All my friends went home for holiday, and I don’t go out alone.” she said quietly, staring at the floor
Wait what? You still hate me but want me to go out with you? Berry I’m confused now. What is this? You don’t invite out the berrymate you hate the most to have a good time? Is she pretending nothing happened? She really knows how to play people I bet.
“What? Why do you want to go out with me? Thought you hated me and wouldn’t want to be seen with me?”
I regretted saying that.
“Oh I still do. Its taking every ounce of me just to face you and speak with you. I still don’t trust you and don’t like you. Something’s your sleeve and I just don’t know what it is yet.” she reaffirmed
“I’m just asking you to go out so I have someone with me and some guy won’t get any funny ideas. Can’t trust everyone that goes to the bars, trust me. Unfortunately, you’re the only one I can ask and my last hope. So you’ll go?”
“Uh, I guess. Sure.” I sighed
“Alright, get ready to look good because I don’t go out with people who look like berry losers, even if they may be one.” she complained
Oh great. I’m going out with a berry woman that hates me, and now she has high expectations.
A few hours passed before we were going out and supposed to get ready. I put on my best “going out” dress, and just pulled my hair back in a nice pony tail. I thought I looked rather attractive and was kinda glad to finally go out, even if it was with Strawberry and under weird circumstances. I went into our shared bedroom and Strawberry was in front of the mirror. Swinging her hips around, and primping herself up. She had a short, babydoll dress on that looked great on her. I could feel my body start to cower in her self-confidence. She knew she looked good and made sure everyone know she was confident in herself. My body started to tense up and fill jealous. I wish I could feel that way about myself. I’m such a coward when it comes to my self-worth. I’m shy and awkward and see no point in my existence most days except I’m the third child my parents wanted. I was excited to be going out, but scared of what’s about to come.
As I was staring and memorized by her self-confidence and how fawning over how beautiful she was, she quickly spun around and smiled a fake smile. She was excited to go out, but I knew not with me. She knows how to put on a great act.
“Are you ready to go?” she smiled
“Uh, yep. Sure am.” I replied
We made our way down the only college-aged bar in town, its a dive bar of course and where most of the college guys hang out because that’s what the girls want. A place where guys are crawling all over the place. One thing I will never understand. Why finding love or just sex is so important early on in a women’s life. Its stupid and so time consuming. I think that’s why Strawberry goes out, to have a fan fondle over her and she can just forget about things for a night or two.
When we got there, we were carded and she immediately rushed to the bar to order a few drinks for us. She didn’t talk to me or look at me. In fact, she didn’t even acknowledge I was there with there. What I expected. I just drank about two or three drinks slowly and looked around, keeping my distance from people and being awkward. I watched Strawberry throughout the night just so nothing bad would happen with her. By that time, she was very intoxicated and stumbling all around the floor. That’s when she signaled me to come over there by here, which I did. She spotted a guy she wanted to “youknowwhat” with and had to tell me I guess.
” Ohmyberry do you see that guy Clemmy?” she shouted
Clemmy? I have a nickname now?
“Yes, he’s a student. I think medical school. Why?” I replied
“He is SOOOOOO cute. Omg I’m going to go say hi. I have to have him.”
“His name is Mocha Bean…I think.”
And so she did. She went over and started flirting with him immediately. Mocha Bean was just soaking it all up because he was intoxicated too. This is basically a hunting round for male and female animals who are feeding on alcohol. Definitely the reason why I don’t come here often. A huge waste of money. I went back to sit at the bar and just hope that the night would fly by fast and soon enough we’d be getting a cab home. No one around the bar was interested in talking to me except maybe the bartender, but he had other ideas and that wasn’t going to happen. I slowly drank another drink and kept looking around at all the stupid berries.
But, of course Strawberry was getting as drunk as she possibly could so a few minutes after I sat down she yelled out my name, and I got up, and oh my berry was that uncomfortable.
“Clemmy! Clemmy! You need to come meet Mocha’s friend!! He’s such a cute berry! Come over heeeerrrrreee!” she slurred
I could feel my face starting to flush quickly, and my teeth suddenly biting my lower lip in embarrassment. I really didn’t want to go over there. I just wanted to go home at this point so I got up and looked at his so-called good looking friend, and we made eye contact an then he showed a face of disgust. He didn’t like what he saw, go figure. This made me even more embarrassed. So I looked at the floor and put one hand around the back of my neck. “Why the berry did I come again?” I kept repeating to myself. Trying to be a good fake friend? I mean there’s no real purpose I’m here except I’m being nice to my enemy.
I sat back down at the bar and put my hands over my face. My cheeks were flushed and hot. I wanted to bury myself in my arms and hope people just think I’m too drunk and they’ll leave me alone. Or maybe jump behind the bar? Stay in the ladies room until closing time? I was thinking of every idea to be hidden from everyone. Nothing would work or even seems plausible and I knew that. Just trying to make myself feel better about this social situation. I could really just be at home and work on my novel.
Eventually I got sick of sitting down and decided to get up and just stand by the bar like I was waiting for a drink or something. It was believable and no one would bug me. They might stare, but I can handle that. I really wanted to leave, but something kept me from doing so. I guess I was just being a roommate tonight instead of trying to be friends with Strawberry. I was being a good roommate by not leaving her. Or maybe I should? I was going to go to the bathroom to do more self-loathing but I got a tap on my shoulder.
“Oh great what is it now.” I mumbled as I turned around.
“You need to get your berry butt dancing! I can tell you aren’t having fun and that’s not why I brought you. We are going to dance until you have fun andddddd smile!” she once again slurred
That’s when she went up to the jukebox and chose a dance party song, and grabbed my hand, dragging me out on the dance floor with her. No one else was dancing so I was awkwardly standing there as Strawberry started to dance. She scolded me and demanded I dance, so I attempted to do what is called “dancing”. After awhile Strawberry started to laugh and shout. I could help but smile and laugh because she was acting so stupid haha. I have to admit, I was starting to have a little bit of fun only because in her drunken stupor,she was actually being nice to me and treating me like a friend. This is the Strawberry I wish I could see on a daily basis. Even though we are opposites, I think we could still get along and be cordial.
The rest of our time was spent at the bar was spent dancing and laughing hysterically at each other. Believe it or not I did have fun with her, even if she might forget everything she we did. We managed to flag down a taxi to take us home. We each paid half and I helped her stumble into our house. That’s when she all of sudden had a energy boost and ran into the kitchen yelling about how hungry she was and she needs food. So we each took out a plate of the salad I made the other day, and sat down on at the table. I definitely wasn’t prepared for the following conversations that I was going to be apart of.
“Oh my berry yayyyy my favorite! You make the best food Clementine. Even though, its ummm healthy, its still really good!” she cheered
“Uh, thanks?” I chuckled
“What’s up with us? I mean, what are we going to do about this relationship between us?”
*Cough* “What? What do you mean?”
“Well I mean before we went out, we’ve avoided each other all semester and I was very rude to you. I think we should make amends or start over. I mean you’re really nice and agreed to come out with me even though I was such a berryhole.” she explained
“That’s true, you were very rude and hurtful. Thanks for realizing that. That takes a lot to do, and shows you’re a bigger person. Honestly I would like to be friends with you because you’re the opposite of me, and I could have a lot of fun and learn from you.” I smiled
“Really? Even after how I treated you?”
“Yeah, why not? I mean why not start over. Some people deserve second chances.”
“So do-over then?” she looked up at me
“Yes, do over.” I agreed
“You know, when I said you were judgmental and that smug type, I realized tonight you really aren’t. I’m sorry. Its just I don’t make friends easily when it comes to other women. They always have some issue about me that they don’t agree on, even though its my life. I shouldn’t of based that off of your looks, but you looked like a person who would have something to say about my lifestyle.” she apologized
“Oh no. I would never do anything like that. I wouldn’t be confident enough to tell you that if I did think that. I always try to welcome everyone with open arms. Haha sometimes that can be a flaw because I’m too nice. I get it from my mom. I thought you were very beautiful and I”m quite jealous haha.” I complimented
“Haha ohmyberry really? Thank you so much. You’re pretty too! You have to have confidence girl! You’re just a little shy, and that’s alright. Not everyone is open and confident. I mean we are women haha. You’re pretty cool Clemmy. Oh, do you mind me calling you that? Seems fitting for you.”
“Well its just my mom doesn’t have much confidence and I have two older brothers who were and still are very protective over me so its hard to be comfortable around guys especially. Its so hard being around so many guys. I definitely lived sheltered life haha that’s why I live here and am going to school here. Its all so confusing and I’ve never felt so naive. Oh, and I don’t mind if you call me that. Never had a nickname so its fine.”
“Oh well good, you can call me Straw too. Its what I prefer anyway. And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find some guy that will love you and cherish you. And if he doesn’t, well the’s not right for you because I can see you’re a really nice person. As for me, I don’t like being tied down so I just go out with different people.” she said
For about an hour after that we talked about anything and everything under the berry sun. It was a nice change from being hated and alone. I really enjoyed it too since she was slowly starting to sober up. Its nice to see the true Straw come out and to know she’s not really that mean. She’s a lovely person and strong. I still wish I could be like her, minus the drunken part and many guys. But, she has reasons for that which I respect. But, soon enough the sobering lead to her falling asleep on my shoulder and then I let her sleep on the couch while I went to bed.
The next morning I woke up and Straw was up early making a batch of coffee and lattes for us. She must of had a hangover from berry hell. I wanted to laugh and say something witty, but didn’t know where we stood on our relationship so I kept it to myself. I just walked out and grabbed one of the lattes she made and sat down next to her.
“Haha we sure did have fun last night. I’m definitely feeling it tonight.” she laughed
“Haha well what can I say, drinking heavily and dancing doesn’t always go together I’m sure.” I shrugged
“Yeah, probably not. Still sorry you came out with me. I know that’s something you’re not into, but I appreciate you came. Like I said, I don’t trust everyone at the bars so its good to have a wing-woman.”
“Hey its no problem. I mean I was confused as to why I said yes and why you asked the whole night, but turns out things turned out well right?”
“Well I guess, but really who does that with someone who was a berryhole to you? Haha Clemmy you are something else. Like I said, I don’t have much friends and you are the official friend I think I’ve made at the university. If that’s okay with you?” she quickly asked
“Oh my berry yeah? Why not? I don’t have any friends and I think the do-over we had last night marks us as being friends. Hopefully we can do more stuff together when school starts back up. Go out for some coffee haha.” I agreed
“Awe thanks, and yes we will have to do coffee and if you need anything let me know.” she stood up and opened her arms for a hug
“Yes, definitely. I’m a writer and coffee is my fuel so we will have to. And you’re welcome, oh, and thank you!” I giggled
Definitely a good start for my first friendship.
Okay, that’s it for Chapter Two! Chapter 3 won’t be up for awhile, since I’m going to southern Illinois for the holiday and will be busy with my family reunion. But, next week look for something hopefully! 🙂