Miranda~ I approached them, looking at Phoebe and the other girl. The girls were looking at me with envy, for some reason. "Alicia, nice to see you..again."
Phoebe~ I looked at Miranda, and winced. I saw Leo. I shook my head, biting my sleeve. I needed an excuse to leave. "Heya...Janet, mom texted me she needs me home. Dishes and chores," I quickly lied. Janet~ I blinked, grabbing her wrist. Pleasedontleavemeherewiththem- I looked at the blond girl. Her hair was slightly darker than my platinum, and her eyes were a darker green. I liked her looks. She was pretty.
Alicia~ The hell, Barbie finally made it. "Mira, Heya!" I hugged her, and her fingertips felt like ice. But she didn't look any uglier, just pretty. Yeesh. "Ali..what's up?" She asked, her voice bored. "Eh, dealing with losers." "Shit, I'll leave it to you then. Meet me for a frap at four at Starbucks with the gang. Natasha'll pick you up, maybe. See ya. "
Janet~ Thank god my phone buzzed. My mom asked me to come home and help her. "Actually, we were just going to leave-" Phoebe hissed, throwing her things away, walking. I stood there awkwardly, then walked after her, yelling. Phoebe~ I groaned, rubbing my right eye as I walked outside, taking my keys out of my pocket. Janet was still yelling. "PHOEBENEVERDOTHATAGAIN-" "Okay Sherlock, shut up." I hissed. I had boxes in my car. Janet peeked in the back. "Wha? What are those?" "Boxes." I shrugged. "For what?" "Moving." I said blankly.
;D ------- Janet~ Moving? MOVING?! "Oh hell no, you're joking, right?" I asked, shaking her shoulders. She looked at me sadly. "Janet, I'm going to live elsewhere... That's most of the boxes. The rest are in the trunk." And her car only fits like, what, six boxes? Phoebe~ I sighed. I was moving Out of the state. Not my family, me. It was horrible leaving Janet, but I wouldn't be causing any damage to anyone. "Please Phoebe, you have to stay!" "I'm not fucking staying, Janet. I'm going to New Jersey in less than a week." "Fine. Then I'll make sure to hook both you and Leo up as soon as possible." she scowled. My eyes widened, and I shook my head. She ran back into the mall, laughing.
Phoebe~ I'm carrying a few boxes to my car. My home in New Jersey was only thirty minutes away, so half an hour round trip plus how long it takes me to unpack and organize stuff. I start driving, and I talk to myself, as usual. "Well Phoebe, now you might have screwed yourself over with being with Leo, but hey! That's alright." I turned a sharp corner, some boxes slide. "Cause you will be perfectly fine." I said, over and over again, pulling up into the driveway of a small one story house. The floors were wooden, I painted the walls a pretty shade of creamy rose pink. The accents of the shudders and roof were black. I carried my boxes to my room, and looked around. I was almost done. I organized my socks drawer, and I had my closet divided in a half for my shirts and jeans that I wore. My big mirror desk/freaking drawer thing had all the paper work I worked on, some one shot stories I wrote. I put all the things away, and I folded up the boxes and put them in my garage. I was going to stay here soon, and Janet doesn't have much time...
Miranda~ Life is boring. It's been a week. Leo's out of his daze, but he's acting weird somehow. I do not understand, but he keeps mumbling,"Phi." and sometimes "Beee". I finally find out. "How long have you been holding out on me?!" I snapped at him. "..Two weeks..but I didn't mean to..sadffggb..." He fell into deep sleep. "When you wake up, you will tell me. Remember I am older than you. Or I'll tell Mum. " I whispered, though I knew he couldn't hear me anymore.
Phoebe~ I walked to the post office, shuffling to get stamps and mail a few letters. One was to my aunt, my original house that mom and Kenneth lived in and my other letter was to my dad in Maine. My aunt lived in Michigan. I sighed, getting my stamps and driving back to my house in Jersey. I had posters of the Jersey Devil, Nessie, and the Chupacabra. I was a cryptids freak. After those framed pictures, I have family photos and other posters and things on shelves. I texted my mom a picture of my room. It was much cleaner, since I wasn't sharing it with that pig, Kenneth. I smirked slightly, being proud of my unpacking. I threw my stamps on the counter. My mail was ready to be sent, but I'll send it tomorrow. I drove back to my mom's house, humming and spelling things.