2000 Light Years Away, chapter 3
I got changed into my black top and long layered skirt. I sorted my hair and make up and then looked at my clock. 11 AM.
"Amelia!" I shouted, "You're late for work!"
"I know!" came a stressed reply.
"Why don't you, like, phone in sick?" I said. My Dad all of a sudden barged through her door.
"Because she's not sick!" he said angrily, "Maybe if she stopped drinking and partying all night then maybe she wouldn't keep feeling so rough in the mornings!" I raised my eyebrows in agreement. She scowled. She knew we were right. At last, 2 hours later, Amelia rushed out the door, still smelling of alcohol.
"I wish Amelia was more like you, Adrienne." Dad said, standing in my doorway. "I wish she was more, y'know, [i] sensible [i]."
"She'll get there someday," I said. Although Amelia was my greatest enemy, I still loved her and wanted her to be happy. We just didn't show that to each other! Dad left my bedroom and I sat down at my desk. I pulled out my fashion designing folder and started drawing some sketches of what I was going to do with the jeans I was picking up later. But I couldn't concentrate. I just kept thinking about Billie. Was it okay to call him yet? Was it too early? Should I, even though Amelia still loves him but he doesn't love her? All these questions were running through my head. I picked up my phone, pulled the piece of paper that had Billie Joe's number on it and phoned him. It rang, and rang...until...
"Hello?"
"Hey, Billie, it's Adrienne!" I said.
"Oh my God! Hey! How are you?"
"Well, actually I phoned to see how you are!" I laughed.
"Well, I'm doing great, thanks, the plan has worked and I'm in the cab now on the way to the airport. Mike's there already."
"Oh, thank God."
"Yeah. So now I'm okay. How are you?"
"I'm doing great. Amelia's just gone out to work and Mom and Dad are still really angry with her."
"Oh. I'm not surprised. Can you just tell me, have you told Amelia that we have each other's number?"
"No."
"Good, because I didn't want her getting even more angry at me."
"Oh, no, she's still annoyed but she's still really crazily in love with you even though she's got no way of contacting you and she's banned from seeing you."
"Yeah, that makes me feel really guilty but she was really over-the-top about me. I mean, we were walking home from the concert and this girl who I saw was at the concert said 'hey' to me and said how great she thought the concert was. I mean, any person who liked a concert wouldn't just see a member of the band and ignore them completely, would they?"
"Of course not."
"Yeah, but she somehow thought this girl was trying to hit on me and went right up to her and screamed 'He's mine!' when we weren't even going out! She had just dragged me to the bar, got me drinking and took me home!"
"Yeah, that's my sister. She doesn't really make a good first, or second, or third good impression but she's my sister, so you got to love her really."
"Yeah, of course," said Billie. We then decided to go as Billie was nearly at the airport, so we hung up. I put my phone down and couldn't stop grinnning. Then, all of a sudden I heard someone walking down the road to our house. I got up and peered out the window to see Amelia coming down the road. She saw me at the window and signalled for me to meet her 'round the back. I went all the way through our house and to the back door and swung it open.
"What the heck are you doing?" I asked.
"Sssh!" Amelia said. "They sent me home because my hangover was too bad. But don't tell Mom or Dad I'm here."
"But, Amelia, you need to sleep, how do you think you can go upstairs for a nap without Mom or Dad noticing?"
"Oh yeah," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Can you please drive me to Lauren's?"
I sighed, "Fine." I went upstairs and got my phone and my handbag. I called to Mom, saying I was just getting my clothes from work and got into the car with Amelia.
"Amelia!" I shouted, "You're late for work!"
"I know!" came a stressed reply.
"Why don't you, like, phone in sick?" I said. My Dad all of a sudden barged through her door.
"Because she's not sick!" he said angrily, "Maybe if she stopped drinking and partying all night then maybe she wouldn't keep feeling so rough in the mornings!" I raised my eyebrows in agreement. She scowled. She knew we were right. At last, 2 hours later, Amelia rushed out the door, still smelling of alcohol.
"I wish Amelia was more like you, Adrienne." Dad said, standing in my doorway. "I wish she was more, y'know, [i] sensible [i]."
"She'll get there someday," I said. Although Amelia was my greatest enemy, I still loved her and wanted her to be happy. We just didn't show that to each other! Dad left my bedroom and I sat down at my desk. I pulled out my fashion designing folder and started drawing some sketches of what I was going to do with the jeans I was picking up later. But I couldn't concentrate. I just kept thinking about Billie. Was it okay to call him yet? Was it too early? Should I, even though Amelia still loves him but he doesn't love her? All these questions were running through my head. I picked up my phone, pulled the piece of paper that had Billie Joe's number on it and phoned him. It rang, and rang...until...
"Hello?"
"Hey, Billie, it's Adrienne!" I said.
"Oh my God! Hey! How are you?"
"Well, actually I phoned to see how you are!" I laughed.
"Well, I'm doing great, thanks, the plan has worked and I'm in the cab now on the way to the airport. Mike's there already."
"Oh, thank God."
"Yeah. So now I'm okay. How are you?"
"I'm doing great. Amelia's just gone out to work and Mom and Dad are still really angry with her."
"Oh. I'm not surprised. Can you just tell me, have you told Amelia that we have each other's number?"
"No."
"Good, because I didn't want her getting even more angry at me."
"Oh, no, she's still annoyed but she's still really crazily in love with you even though she's got no way of contacting you and she's banned from seeing you."
"Yeah, that makes me feel really guilty but she was really over-the-top about me. I mean, we were walking home from the concert and this girl who I saw was at the concert said 'hey' to me and said how great she thought the concert was. I mean, any person who liked a concert wouldn't just see a member of the band and ignore them completely, would they?"
"Of course not."
"Yeah, but she somehow thought this girl was trying to hit on me and went right up to her and screamed 'He's mine!' when we weren't even going out! She had just dragged me to the bar, got me drinking and took me home!"
"Yeah, that's my sister. She doesn't really make a good first, or second, or third good impression but she's my sister, so you got to love her really."
"Yeah, of course," said Billie. We then decided to go as Billie was nearly at the airport, so we hung up. I put my phone down and couldn't stop grinnning. Then, all of a sudden I heard someone walking down the road to our house. I got up and peered out the window to see Amelia coming down the road. She saw me at the window and signalled for me to meet her 'round the back. I went all the way through our house and to the back door and swung it open.
"What the heck are you doing?" I asked.
"Sssh!" Amelia said. "They sent me home because my hangover was too bad. But don't tell Mom or Dad I'm here."
"But, Amelia, you need to sleep, how do you think you can go upstairs for a nap without Mom or Dad noticing?"
"Oh yeah," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Can you please drive me to Lauren's?"
I sighed, "Fine." I went upstairs and got my phone and my handbag. I called to Mom, saying I was just getting my clothes from work and got into the car with Amelia.
