My threads keep getting messed up so I had to make this one, ugh. I hope it doesn't get to confusing.
Sorry, guys!
Chapter Twelve;
[Three weeks later.]
"Mom, we're out," Aubrey casually said tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder.
"Bye, darlings!" Mrs. Lloyd yelled from the large, marble kitchen. I pretty much have been living with Aubrey for two weeks now. Her mom was amazingly understanding about my situation.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked as we stepped out the giant oak doors.
"Be paitent, little one," she responded pressing the unlock button on her eyes. The Beemer's headlights lit up indicating that it was unlocked. One thing I learned about Aubrey and her family is the fact that they were wealthy, really rich.
"We're going shopping again, aren't we?" I inquired again. I loved Aubrey like a sister but all she did was shop. When I first walked into her closet I was amazed at how much clothes she had. Her shirts were color coded and her pants were coded by type. Skinny jeans on the left shelf under the shelf that held the green shirts.
"Uh...yeah, shopping," She stated pulling her self into her car. I followed her example as I sat down next to her.
"Any new songs on your iPod?" I asked, shuffling through the many songs that were on the screen. She had her iPod hooked up to her stereo system, I had to admit, it was cool.
"Nope, you know, the usual."
"What song do you want to listen to?" I questioned almost immediately regreting it. She turned her head and smirked at me.
"No way."
"Why don't you like it!?" Aubrey whined snatching the iPod from my hands. I groaned out loud, she knew why I didn't like it. I always have to explain it to her.
"It reminds me of things," I stated truthfully. She lifted her bright blue eyes from the iPod and looked at me.
"It reminds you of things? Or, someone?" I saw her perfectly manicured nail press on play. I banged my head on the window and sighed, she knew how to annoy me the best.
"Hello beautiful, how's it going? I hear it's wonderful in California. I've been missing you, it's true." Nick angelic voice came through the speakers as Aubrey pulled out of her paved driveway. I haven't talked to Nick in exactly two weeks and three days. He called me to say hi about two days after they left me. The conversation was so short, it left me heartbroken.
"But, tonight, I'm gonna fly. Yeah, tonight, I'm gonna fly." Joe voice came at me like a ton of bricks. It had been so hard to leave him, I couldn't understand why he didn't call me after. I just had to deal with the fact I was forgotten. The Jonas Brothers didn't even know I exsisted anymore.
"It's not that bad, is it?" Aubrey asked noticing my expressionless face. I was good at hiding emotions, I became a pro at it.
"No," I lied. How could I possibly explain how much those boys hurt me by never contacting me again? I felt like I had friends that I haven't had in a long time. I felt like I had more then a friend, a crush. I stared out the window trying to avoid Aubrey's piercing icy glances.
"Where are we going?" I asked obliviously, I saw the small street turn into a huge highway.
"Shopping, I told'ya," Aubrey explained now switching the songs on her iPod.
"Aubrey, Water Tower Place is not this way," I stated stupidly pointing out my window. I had a slight uneasy feeling in my stomach, Aubrey was tricky.
"Slight change of plans," she replied smirking at me. My heart dropped into my stomach as I turned around to look at the disappearing Chicago skyline.
"Indiana?" I inquired, I read the small, green sign that we passed by. Why were we going to Indiana? Aubrey's laugh tinkled through out the small sports car. My face dropped when I realized what was going on.
"Aubrey, no!" I shouted as my eyes got wider from the sudden comprehension.
"Look, it'll be fine and I haven't been to a concert since the one I met you at!" Aubrey argued. I was so angry at her, she had no right to do that to me.
"Let me out," I demanded viciously.
"We're on a highway!"
"Aubrey, I can't believe you would do this to me," I responded resting my head in my hands.
"I thought you said it didn't bother you!" Aubrey cried out. She was upset that I wasn't as happy as she wanted me to be.
"Aubrey, please."
"I'm sorry, Amanda, we're already here." I glared out in front of me. The large arena appeared to my right, there were already so many girls there. It reminded me of the nervous feeling I had the first time I pulled into Chicago on their bus.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I whispered out loud. Aubrey shook her head sympathetically.
"You can do this."
