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Sigh. I had been in Australia a week and still, no
call from Danny. I was getting discouraged! I thought
he'd call by now. I know he's probably busy..hanging
with the boys or doing something for the band..but
still..it didn't make any sense. Sitting in bed, i
continued to think about him. Nautious at the thought
that maybe I had been played. I gagged and quickly ran
to the bathroom to be sick.
After breakfast, which only really consisted of a
banana and some orange juice...I decided i'd go
shopping for the day..to get my mind off things. Maybe
it'd make me feel better about Danny not calling. I
tried to convince myself he'd have a good reason as I
got dressed and kissed my grandparents goodbye. I
walked down the sidewalk, out of our small development
neighborhood and into town. The streets were lined
with shops and vendors. I bought a pair of big
sunglasses and walked down the street, browsing
through the items people were trying to haggle to me.
Cars and buses raced by on the noisy street. One bus
as it passed by me came to a screeching halt.
"Hm" i said to myself, confused by the sudden urgency
the short stop displayed, before returning to the
vintage purses and shoes in a nearby shop window.
"Carey!!!" I heard a faint voice shout.....
Danny's P.O.V.
I was riding along on the the back of a bus with the
boys. We were crossing town and decided on public
transportation. Luckily, not many people knew of us.
We were rarely ever approached on the streets- and it
was nice to be like a normal person again. Dougie was
screeching along to some 90's rock song on the radio
and Tom was talking to Harry about celebrity gossip.
Aparently, Lindsey Lohan was arrested for cocaine
possession....but I wasn't really listening hard
enough to pick up on the details. I was leaned against
the window, looking at all the people on the
sidewalk....only thinking about HER.
It had been over a week since I'd last seen her in the
hospital. Harry had been on the phone with Andrea
earlier in the day. It made me think of Carey, and
ever since..I haven't been able to shake her from my
mind. Suddenly, I became confused and excited at what
I saw. There was a girl walking down the sidewalk that
looked JUST like her.... same hair, same face, same
stroll....
"STOP THE BUS!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs
as I jumped from my seat and rushed to the front of
the bus. The bus driver slammed on the breaks,
obviously startled by my outburst. I heard the boys
call confusedly behind me. I stumbled down the isle as
the bus came to a screeching halt. The bus driver
turned to me and raised his eyebrows, ready to yell or
ask why I screamed like that...but I didnt have time
to argue with him. I grabbed the handle to open the
bus doors and pulled it myself, running down the
stairs and out onto the sidewalk. I looked all around
me... trying to find her.
Then I saw her, staring through a glass window into a
small boutique...staring at a pair of shoes. She
looked incredible... her hair straightened- and pulled
halfup- her tan shoulders exposed by her sleeveless
tanktop which she wore with caprii jeans and
flipflops.
"CAREY!" I screamed, but it almost seemed as if the
street was too crowded, with anxious people rushing
past me right and left onto the sidewalks and streets,
into shops and restaurants. I weaved my way in and out
of the crowd and as I approached her she was staring
in at a pair of shoes. I had to laugh.
"Carey" I said again, standing behind her. She spun
around and her mouth dropped, eyes staring at me as if
in shock. Before I knew it, with a swift motion of her
arm and a quick stinging sensation, her hand moved
across my face. She had slapped me!!!! I stood rubbing
my cheek softly as she turned and began quickly
walking down the sidewalk. By this time the other boys
had caught up to me.
"Dude?" Dougie started, "What was that...?" I
shrugged, not able to fully answer his question. I
didn't understand why she'd slap me. Okay..thats a
lie. Maybe I have an IDEA. I did kind of avoid calling
her for a week... but I still found it debatable that
I deserved a slap. With a forceful, encouraging push
from Tom... I took off after her again.
"Hey" I started optomistically again. She scoffed,
causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I
grabbed her arm and forced her to stop walking and
face me. "Hey..." I said again. She rolled her eyes
and watched as a nearby hotdog vender haggled
customers...instead of looking me in the eye.
"Whats...wrong with you?" I asked cautiously. Her
mouth dropped and she looked at me.
"Whats...wrong...WITH ME?" She started talking quite
loudly and I tried to shush her, so she wouldn't make
a scene. "Yeah...why are you being so weird?" I asked.
"Well..what about you! I read ALL about you!... People
say your a womanizer... We're not on the island
anymore Danny.. and while I appreciate all you did for
me.. I refuse to be
played!" She screamed at me before turning around
swiftly and heading back down the sidewalk. I had to
stand and process everything. I cursed the media and hated that my reputation had followed me to Australia. I sighed and scratched my head, feeling defeated. I started over to the boys..who were standing a few feet away.
"You okay man?" Harry asked me. I shrugged, receiving a few pats on the back before we all headed down the sidewalk towards our beach house.
Carey's P.O.V.
I stormed away from Danny, my face burning hot in anger. After I got halfway down the block...I kinda felt guilty. I yelled at him simply out of anger, jumping to conclusions all too quickly. I frowned as I watched him and the other boys in his band turn and walk away. What have i done? I groaned and turned into a small boutique, deciiding on some therapuetic shopping... Shopping can cure ANYTHING.
Three hours, 4 pairs of shoes, 12 tops and 5 pairs of jeans later...along with a VERY large bill on my parents credit card (oops?), I headed back towards my grandparent's house.. kind of hoping I'd see Danny again sometime over the summer...Maybe at a beach party, or a movie... or even in starbucks...Somewhere where we could be normal again. But for now, I had to live with the fact that I was the one who did the screaming. It left a terrible feeling in my stomach... not even shopping cured it. After dinner, I grabbed a pint of Ben & Jerrys and sat in front of the television downstairs in the basement, watching reruns of I Love Lucy...wishing life were that simple these days. I couldnt even enjoy my favorite show though, because Danny was the only thing on my mind. I couldnt help but think about the impression I left him.. he'll probably NEVER call now..and I dont even have his number to call HIM and apologize for my rudeness. I sighed, pulled the afghan over my head and started to doze.
Right as I floated between consciousness and sleep, the phone rang on the table by my head. Praying it was Danny, I jumped up and grabbed it before anyone else in the house got a chance to. "HELLO?" I shouted anxiously into the phone. "HEY!" replied a familiar voice. I was slightly depressed, for even though it was a familiar voice..it wasn't Danny. "Its Brianna!" the young girl replied. "BRIANNA!" I screeched. "How've you beeen?" I asked, excited to hear from her.
She told me about her and Harry. They were official now. I told her about seeing Danny in the street, but she said she already heard from Harry about my little blowout. I felt a little embarrased, but explained to her my reasoning. She seemed to understand, which made me feel better.
"Well, how bout we hang out one of these days? I think you're only one town over!" she suggested. I had to smile at this. She was just about the only friend I had on the large island. Besides Danny of course. Thinking about him made me want to cry...but I had to sound happy, so I wouldn't give Bri the wrong impression. We agreed on meeting up tomorrow at the beach. Who knew? After being stranded on the beach for several weeks, I thought I'd never want to see another grain of sand again. Yet somehow, I cant stay away!
So I hung up the phone and hit the hay, trying to occupy my mind with anything but him... hoping tomorrow with Bri will be fun : both praying Danny shows up, yet dreading he will.
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