A Story I'm Writing..

[Foam]

This is a story that I'm writing. Not to copy Meg (I think that's who wrote the story about the gitl cutting) but this is part of the story. So..here I go.
(By the way, the screen name in this story are not real. At least I don't think so... I just made them up besides Kacy's. I'm using mine for her)

Chapter One
The exacto knife was bloody, and my wrist was pounding in pain. Sweet, sweet pain. Oh how I loved this kind of pain. It was like all my sorrows and problems leaked out in the bloode seeping from the cuts. I counted them.
"One, two, five, seven..nine." Nine. Nine all in one night. I was actually proud of myself. I'd never done that many before!
After counting them I read them, and reminded myself to remember. Just remember the ways, Kacy. Remember when he hit you. Scar. Remember when mom caught you smoking with him. Scar. All of that lead to this.
I put my exacto knife behind the picture frame, where I hide it and sat down on the edge of my computer desk. I didn't feel like sitting in the chair tonight.
Bing!
Somebody instant messaged me. The screen name caught my eye as I turned my head to look.
Mr Right411.
I responded to him. Altough I didn't know who this was, I felt a little nudge from whoever's up there to say something back.
Mr Right411: Hey, Kacy.
Got Cayter: Hi. Who is this?
Mr Right411: James. I go to your school. I'm not sure if you know who I am though.
I took a second to think. James...I know I've met a James before.
Got Cayter: Oh...I think I might. I've met a James before.
Mr Right411: I talked to you at lunch one day. I was sitting alone, and you accidently bumped into me. We talked!
Got Cayter: Right, right! I know who you are.
I remember this kid now. A little on the annoying side, but he has awesome art.
Mr Right411: Yeah. Hi!
Got Cayter: Hi....
Mr Right411: Listen. Are you doing anything right now?
Well let's see. It was almost midnight. What do you think? I chuckled a little and shook my head.
Got Cayter: Nope. Why?
Mr Right411: I'm really bored. You wanna hang out or somethin?
Got Cayter: Umm...I don't know how to get wherever you want me to go.
Mr Right411: My house. 24th and Camelback, the big white house with a great big garden in the front yard.
I clenched my wrist. It was still pounding, and still bleeding. I had bloode on my hoodie, and now my pale hand.
Mr Right411: Hello?
Got Cayter: Wait. What are we going to do?
Mr Right411: I dunno. Just hang out. I got a friend over.
Got Cayter: Who is it?
Mr Right411: Adam.
The name rang in my brain. Adam Smith, most likley. He was cool, and pretty cute.
Got Cayter: Adam Smith?
Mr Right411: Yeah. It was his idea to invite you over.
That was a nice thing to say.
Got Cayter: Sure, why not. I could walk, it's not too far.
Mr Right411: Great! We'll see you soon.
I signed off, and stood up. Walkign back to my bed, I grabbed a pair of dirty jeans off the floor and slipped off my pajama pants. The jeans slid onto me, and were nice and tight. What was I gonna do about these scars? They were still bleeding, but not very much.
I pulled my hoodie sleeves down over them, and went into the bathroom, threw my hair up and put on an extra coat of mascara.
Ozzy pranced up to me. That dog was my life. I loved him so much. More than anything, really. I bent down and hugged him as he gave me wet kisses all over my face, and neck. His tail thumped against the cabinets.
"Ozzy, I'll be back later. Please don't wake anyone up."
He cocked his head, and licked my ears, tail still waving.
"I love you, baby. Be good, and QUIET." I whispered to him. I pet his head, and stood back up.
Walkign down the stairs, I thought. Why would they want to just hang out on a Sunday night, at midnight...?
It didn't matter. Adam was going to be there. Very quietly, I walked to the font door, and unlocked it. I grabbed the key, and stuck it in my pocket just in case. I tip-toed out the door, patted Ozzy once more, and silently shut it. Turning around, I breathed a heavy sigh of releif, stuck my hands into my hoodie pocket, and began walking down the sidewalk.

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Chapter 2
The padding of my feet against the cold pavement must have woken somebody up. I saw a dark figure come out of their front door with a flashlight, and try to find me.
I jumped behind some bushes, and prayed that they didn't find me. I heard footsteps, and mumbling coming closer. I held my breathe.
"Kacy..is that you?" It was a voice I thought I knew. Cocking my head, I listened for more.
"Okay..maybe not." The voice said quietly, and the faint footsteps trailed away.
I poked my head out, and tried to figure out just who it was. He turned quickley, and stared straight at me. I knew that position. It was Phil, my neighbor. He was two years older, and not that great looking. Oddly enough, I liked to hang with him.
"Kacy!" He quietly ran towards me. I lifted my hand out to him, and he helped me. Phil also brushed the leaves off of my arms, and back.
"Are you following me, Phil?" I asked him. I flipped my blonde hair out over my shoulders, and then ran my fingers through it once to smoothe it down like I always did.
"Um..no. I just heard you coming down the street." He said, turning the flashlight off.
"Oh. Well how did you know it was me?"
"My windows were open. I saw you, and figured I'd see what you were up to. I have nothing else to do." He smiled. I loved his smile, despite his not so great face. His long black bangs shook in the breeze.
"Well I'm just going over to a friend's house. It was odd, because he just kind of invited me out of the blue..." I looked away. Phil has spunk, and confidence. I'd feel a lot safer if he was with me when I went to James'.
"Who's house?"
"James..Adam Smith is over and they wanted to hang."
"Oh..he's a pretty rough guy." He said. A drop was in his voice.
"You can come!" I blurted.
"Sure. Let's go." He didn't even have to grab anything from his house. Just ready. I smiled and started walking.
We didn't talk the whole way there. There was really nothing to say, or talk about I guess. It was weird.
"This is it." I told Phil, coming to a stop in front of the house. He stopped beside me and sighed.
"Nice place." He said, then looked at me and smiled.
"Yeah..." I responded, trying to find Adam.
I took a step forward, and immediatly James stepped out from behind a tree. It startled me a little bit.
"Hey, Kace. Glad you could make it." He brought a cigarette to his mouth, and inhailed. He didn't blow the smoke back out.
Tipping the joint towards Phil, he smirked.
"Who's your boyfriend?"
"He's not--" I started to say. But Phil cut me off by wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezed me.
"Name's Phil. What's up?" He said confidently. I looked up at him, but he didn't look at me. I just went along.
"So..where's Adam at?" I asked, looking around.
"Yo! Adam! The other chick is here."
Other chick? What? Where there other girls here?
I saw Adam emerge from the tree, and it looked like he hadn't been smoking. As soon as he saw Phil, the smile on his face turned into a blank look.
"Hi, Adam." I said, trying, kind of pulling Phil's arms apart.
"Hey. Who's this?"
"Phil. He's just a close friend. He's not my boyfriend, we're just..casually dating, know?" I stuttered.
"I see. Yeah, cool." He responded, reaching into his back pocket.
James cocked his head into the direction of the tree.
"C'mon, Kace." He said, and started walking.
I followed, breaking from Phil's embrace.
There were other girls here. Lauren, Sarah, and Amy. The three girls I hates the most.
They all stared at me, and kind of adjusted themselves. Amy smiled and looked towards Adam. She stood up, and wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as he came close. He hugged her, but not for a long time. Amy stumbled back, and I laughed to myself as she sat down. The look on her face was to die for.
Hiding me from embarassment was Phil who had kind of tucked me away from sight.
"What are you doing?"
"Kacy, come on on let's go. These girls are nothing but trouble and James is just a druggy trying to get in your pants."
I chuckled. He smiled and put his hands on my shoulders.
I peeked to the side of him, at the girls who were now smoking. The place was overflowing with smoke, and I could barley see the people's faces. Adam looked at me, and just stared, smiling.
I smiled back and gave him a one minute sign with my finger. He nodded.
"This my chance, Phil! Adam and me..we click. I think he likes me, and I want to go for it." I looked him in the eyes, but he didn't say anything. I shoved through him.

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Chapter 3
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After about an hour of hanging out with Adam, I began to feel dizzy from all of the smoke. He could tell.
I ran my hand over my freshly cut scars lightly, but Adam read my face. He put his hand on mine, and scooted close. I just smiled, though I was uncomfortable.
I could see Phil. He was still in the dark, out of sight. Though I could barlet see him through all the smoke, I knew he was staring straight at Adam, and fiddling with his pocket knife that he always carried. I wondered about what he was thinking.
I looked at Adam, not expecting his face to be right there in front of mine. He smiled, and lightly ran his eyelashes down my cheek. I couldn't do this. I knew Phil liked me, and I loved Phil. Just as a friend though. But still...it would kill him to see this.
I pulled away shyly.
"What's wrong?" Adam asked.
"Um..nothing. I just don't feel to great, that's all. The smoke is getting to me."
Big mistake.
Adam stood up, and adjusted his foot into his large, black skater shoe, and grabbing my hand he led me to James' front porch. I could breathe now.
Taking a deep brethe through my nose, I smiled and looked at Adam. He was smiling, his hands in mine, looking back at me.
We didn't talk. He sat down in the lawn chair, and I sat down on his lap as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Since Phil couldn't see, I didn't hesitate about snuggling.
After thirty five minutes or so, we just sat together, and had kissed once. He was a good kisser, and I hoped he thought the same about me.
I heard Phil calling for me.
"Kacy! Kacy, come on, it's two in the morning. Let's go!"
I laughed softly, stood up and pulled Adam up with me. He hugged me and kissed me once more. I smiled, and waved as I walked towards Phil.
"Sup." I said.
"Where were you?"
"Just on the porch." I said, begining to walk. I waved at James.
"Thanks!"
"Doing what, and with who? Adam?" Phil followed me.
"It's not a big deal, we just talked and stuff." I responded, looking at him weirdly.
Phil just shrugged, sighed and kept on walking.
When we got to our neighborhood, I saw my mom and dad sitting on the front porch, and stopped.
"Shoot!"
Phil kept walking, leaving me behind. He waved at my parents, smiling and went into his house. I couldn't believe him. What a friend, huh?
My dad looked my way. I just started walking casually, and tried to look like I wasn't happy about tonight. But wait. They would think I was smoking again, because I reaked of smoke, and pot.
"Hey Kacy. Where were you tonight?" My mom asked, standing up. She didn't sound mad.
"Nowhere. I just ran to the gas station to grab some.." I looked at my dad.
"Some what?" He said.
"Feminine hygeine products." I told him in a stupid voice, giving him a face. I knew they smelled the smoke.
"Have you been smoking?" Mom asked.
"No, there was a big group of people doing it right outside the door, and I had to wait by there to pay."
This was by far one of the worst lies I'd ever told my parents. But they didn't seem too angry.
"Without asking us?"
"I didn't want to wake you up!" I said, trying to get to the front door. I stepped inside, and they trailed behind me.
"Well it would have been better than us worrying. We thought you might have been kidnapped!" Mom said loudly. Dad stupidly stood beside her nodding. I looked at him, and then down to Ozzy who had jumped up on me.
"Hi, boy!" I stooped down, hugged him and pet him as I listened to my parents chatter about things. I wasn't listening, though.
"Okay, I'm sorry I'll wake you next time." I said, and walked up the stairs.

Before getting to my room, I grabbed the upstairs phone and shut my door behind me. Ozzy was already in his bed.
I patted him as I walked by, and sank into my computer chair. I needed to sleep. That smoke made me sick.
It was to late to call Phil. He was probably asleep already, so I put the phone down, changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed.

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When I woke up around noon, I couldn't remember dreaming about anything. Not like it mattered, because it was probably guilt of ditching Phil, anyways.
I laid in bed for a couple minutes, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my night yesterday. I shut my eyes, and smiling, began to hum the song 'Hands Down' to myself. I was interupted by Ozzy licking my hand to wake up.
I leaned over, and pet him for the longest time until I finally kicked my sheets off, and got up.
I immediatly opened my door to let Ozzy out, and followed him down the stairs to the kitchen. I fed him, and grabbed a glass of orange juice. The couch called to me, so I sat myself down there, and turned the TV on. Flipping through the channels, a Spanish show caught my eye. Spanish music was playing soulfully, and two people were kissing. I thought of Adam and me. We looked nothing like the TV show, but it was lovley like that.
I watched the show for a while, then I got annoyed by not being able to understand the conflict. So I turned it off and cuddled up to myself in my hoodie. Nobody was home, and they hadn't left a note or anything. I thought nothing of it.
This was the official first week of summer. Out of school, and I was suppose to be happy, and hanging out with friends. But I wasb't happy for some reason. I felt guilty about Phil. Maybe I should call him...
So, grabbing the phone, I dialed his number. Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...someone picked up.
"What?" It was Phil.
"Hey."
"What? I'm kinda busy, what do you want?"
"I just want to say sorry."
"Cool. Bye."
He hung up on me. I guess I deserved it, but what was he so busy with? I wanted to know.
I went upstairs and changed, and then went out the front door to go to his house.
Before I got to his driveway, I saw him playing his guitar slowly, and humming a song. He looked up. I waved.
He stood, and put his guitar down.
"I guess it wouldn't make sense to go inside." He said.
I looked away.
"No. But it would make sense to say I'm sorry, and you accept it. I treated you like...crap last night. I'm really sorry."
He shook his head.
"It's okay. I know you wanted to be with Adam. I was fine with being by myself to think one night. I needed it."
"Good." I smiled again.
"Do you..wanna do something today? The carnival just opened." He asked. I could tell he thought of this as a date.
"Sure, Phil. Let me go take a shower, and get ready first. I'll meet you out here at...three?"
He smiled.
"Sure! I'll see ya."

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