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"Nicole wait!" Waverly says as she grabs onto my sleeve. I whip around and she bumps into me. "Waverly, I think you're worth fighting for. Do you really think Champ feels the same?" I say to her. I can tell she wasn't expecting that and her eyebrows shoot to her hairline.
"You mean everything to me. You, Wynonna, and my car. That's all I have and it is All. I. Care. About. I know it's not as simple as you wanting to be with me. I know it's not simple, but it's got to be better than being slimed on by that trashbag." I can feel the anger dissipating as the tears arrive. My voice is getting desperate and I try to squash it down. Waverly's eyes swim and it hurts to look at her. I take her hands in mine.
"We can figure it out. We can do anything when we are together. I'll always fight for you." I say staring at Waverly's hands in mine. I raise my eyes to hers and she opens her mouth to respond, my whole heart open for her to destroy.
"Nicole 'MY NECK, MY BACK, MY PUS-"
I wake up with a start. The memory of my last conversation with Waverly before I left for California has been in my dreams for the past week. Always a different ending since I never did get my answer.
I grab my phone and answer without checking who is calling.
"Get up loser. You're going to make us late." Wynonna yells before hanging up. Same Wynonna as always. I had been anxiously awaiting this call. We hadn't talked about if I would still pick them up. Wynonna didn't want to make that assumption for Waverly and well I was too coward to ask her myself. Scared she'd say no. Scared she'd say yes. I guess I got my answer.
I get out of bed and dress in my general attire of jeans, high top Vans, and a button down. Today I'm feeling blues, and my grey Vans perfectly accentuate the light blue of my jeans and the white of my shirt. Last minute I decide to slip my ring on my right hand.
I check out the window, but don't see any car except mine. "Mom's still not home from her bender I see" I mumble to no one. I really should get rid of that habit. My phone lights up with Wynonna calling again and I have to roll my eyes at the inappropriate song that starts. I consider not picking up, but then decide that would be worse in the long run. The long run being in 10 minutes when I pick her and Waverly up for school.
"What is it 'Nonna? Also, thank you for the new ringtone. I'm sure Sheriff Nedley will love it." I say, putting as much sarcasm into my voice as I can. Wynonna cackles on the other side of the phone and I roll my eyes again.
"Loosen up Red. You'll never get a girl with that stick up your butt. And anyways, we both know it's kinda funny." Wynonna responds still chuckling. "Anyways, Okay yes Waverly I KNOW it's supposed to be anyWAY, sorry Waverly is being extra obnoxious. Anyway, I'm calling to see why you and that brown grandma car aren't here yet."
"Buick's aren't grandma cars, they're gangster cars, okay? And we are on our way as long as you have food ready for me. If not, then it will be a while before I leave so that I don't starve to death in first period." I respond as I eat my toast and walk out the door. Waverly always gets up early and makes herself breakfast; since I've been driving her to school she's been making me some also. I don't want to expect it though so I decided to eat something just in case she decided I wasn't worth the extra effort anymore.
"Yeah, yeah. Waverly is already on it. Banana and Nutella on toast. Now hurry up douche-bag." I hear a bleep as the call ends and I smile as I slip my phone into the side of my book bag.
Today might be okay after all. All I have to do is forget about my dream. And that night. And this summer. If I can do that, then everything will be okay.