• Chapter 2: At the end of the day
    I remember perfectly a chapter from that book were the man unintentionaly slapped his only friend and she left. The book does not define what he felt but... I think I have an idea. After that, the man called her many times until finally she answered her phone. He apologized and after that, their relationship went back to normal. Not normal normal but more like an uncomfortable normal. Like that strange feeling you get when you pass by your recent X girl/boyfriend in the corridor. What do I do? Do I stop and say hi? Will he/she say something?
    You know.

    But today, I must admit, I will not compare myself to that man or that situation. After careful thinking, this encounter with her might be a good thing for me:
    Taylor won't bug me anymore.
    She'll probably tell her mother and then cut relations with my family.
    No more "cucci cucci coo" from mrs. Robinson.

    It might just be the solution to my problem. Infact, the party tomorrow might just be cancelled, to my advantage. The only thing I'd have to deal with is my mother. She'll surely be mad with me. It may cost her a friend but at least it saves me a lifetime headache. Sounds selfish of me but... all wounds heal with time. So now I will just go upstairs and relax and then get ready for lunch.

    * * *

    I woke up from my nap with an empty stomach and was ready to eat. I trotted down the stairs and jogged into the kitchen.
    "(I'll just reheat yesterday's pizza)" I thought. I opened the door to the refrigerator and grabbed the box with "PIZZA HUT" printed onto it. I turned and pushed open the microwave. Six minutes later and I was already eating. As I finished my second and last slice, I heard the doorbell ring. Who could it be now? I stood up and wiped my mouth with a towel. I walked over to the door and the bell rang once again.
    "I'm coming. I'm coming. Sheesh." I opened the door and before me stood an angel.

    I'm not sure if she was an angel but I do know she was as beautiful as one. There stood a girl about my age with dark brunnette, wavy hair that reached to her lower back, beautiful yellow eyes like gold and a skin so tender looking it seemed it might brake if you touched it. I was immediately mesmerized by her beauty.
    "Goodafternoon." Her sweet, kind voice spoke. She kept talking but I was busy watching her lips form words that gently slipped smoothly out of her mouth I didn't catch scat. "Excuse me?"
    "HUH?! What?" I babbled as I snapped to reality. "Sorry." I have this bad habit that when I blush I cover my mouth so... yeah... I was covering my mouth as I smiled behind my hand.
    "I was saying if you could tell me if there was a park nearby? You see, my family and I just moved in next door," She said as she pointed to the movers truck parked in the house next to mine. "and I don't really know much about this area."
    "Oh um... yeah, there's a park. Well it's not exactly near but it's the park I would attend if I happen to go. All you've got to do is walk right down the main street, cross the intersection, walk three blocks to the right then one block to the left, cross the street again and there you are." The girl raised a brow. She giggled.... (omfg!). I bit my lip as I dropped my hand from my mouth.
    "I think I got lost after main street." I covered my mouth again.
    "Do you... do you w-want me to take you there?" I asked but in my mind, I was panicking about what I just proposed.


    Let me just get mentally prepared for rejection: Facing a part of me I never knew. I might just have to re-write the first chapter!
    "Sure!" She said eagerly to my surprise. "Let me just get ready." She said as she ran off to her new home. Deep inside me (Must be a gut thing) I felt a tickle. A tickle that made me want to jump up high and yell at the world how amazing I felt. I'm so happy.

    I just invited... I just invited... holy crap... I INVITED A COMPLETE STRANGER!!!! I don't even know her name.

    I closed the door and walked up to my room with this thought in my mind. Well, I'm sure she's as nice as her looks... I hope. I got dressed quickly and looked at my self in the mirror one more time. I wore a pair of dark jeans, my black and white converse, a cap, a sleeveless sweatshirt and a black polo underneath it. All I needed know was my watch and a good smile... oh no... what is this? This is not me! But I really like this girl... and I don't even know her name! Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap... oh whatever.

    I jogged down the stairs and looked at myself one more time on the mirror next to the entry door: I look fine. Someone somewhere once said that you are who you think you are: I'm Ashton Kutcher and I am single (Well at least it's not a complete lie). I opened the door and saw the girl waiting for me on the sidewalk. She waved at me and I covered my mouth and blushed. Dammit! (Ashton Kutcher. Ashton Kutcher. Damn it!)

    "So... ready to show me how to get to the park?" She asked excitedly.
    "Sure." We began walking down the street towards the intersection. Suddenly, I felt as if none of this was coincidential. That it was on purpose. But I dismissed the thought as soon as it came.
    "By the way..." She blushed. SO CUTE!!! "My name is Angie Damen." I smiled. Her last name was the name of the character from my book.
    "Oh Damen like the guy in--"
    "At the end of the day... yeah... my father is the author of that novel." My eyes grew big: My neighbor is the author of my favorite book. (Well not favorite... but NOW it is.)
    "... no... way..." I said in shock.
    "..." Angie looked at me strangely. "What is it?"
    "That is my favorite book..."
    "Really?"
    "YES!!!" I bursted. "That book is awesome. I have so many questions for him like what was he thinking about? Where did he got the idea--"
    "Damen IS my father... as in, the character in the story represents dad. It's not a coincidence his name is Damen."
    I raised an eyebrow. "But... the story never mentioned anything of a daughter." I clarified. But then it hit me: I know her father. I mean, I read his book which symbolized him so, by logic, I do know him. But then again, everyone who's read the book knows him. Unless...
    "Hey Angie, do the lector's by any chance know they're reading about the author."
    "No, it's a secret." Oh, that explains everything. The readers unconciously know the author. Cool. "Anyway, you asked why it did not mention a daughter... well... my dad just met me... a year ago."
    "WHAT!?!" I stopped walking. "What do you mean?" She giggled. How can she be giggling?! She continued walking and I fallowed her.
    "Well you see, thirteen years ago, a man met a women at a bar. That night, they... um... you know..."
    "Oh" I said then shrugged. "The spring dance..." I winked. (Ashton Kutcher. Ashton Kutcher).
    "Ja ja. Right. but in the morning, he was gone. This man was a free lance writer and he had to go so he left the woman. The woman was pregnant. The baby was born and she raised her baby. The woman constantly heard documentaries and interviews of that free lance writer, therefore, she decided not to bother him. Twelve years passed and the woman got ill, forcing her to find the man. When she finally found him, she died, leaving her daughter with the man... my father."
    "... oh... my... God... That sounds like The Gameplan." It was a joke though I didn't laugh. But she giggled. "And what happened after that?" By then, we were crossing the street to the park.
    "After that, it was kind of hard. He lived in a small apartment... in a dormroom, to be exact, and I didn't fit in there..."
    "So were did you sleep?"
    "In his studio. So in other words, I lived alone. It was kind of fun."
    "I envy you... in a way. I would've liked to live alone."
    "Not really. Not completely alone of course. The studio was in New York, in a tall building. I had to wake up early in the morning to go to school. No one woke me up: It was all me. Independant. I ate breakfeast at school and also lunch. After that, I went back to the studio. Sometimes daddy was there writting. By that time, 'At the end of the day' was already published, that's why I'm not in it. He's working on a new book called: The other day's morning. It's the sequel though I'm included in that one."
    "Wow... and why are you here?"
    "Well, dad decided it was unhealthy living in seperate places so he raised money and bought that house were we can live together."
    "Is he married?"
    "No. If he were, it would probably be mentioned in the book." We sat on one of the benches in the park.
    "Oh yeah. Hey, in the book, it said he once slapped his only friend... is that for real."
    "Yeah... I know her. Her name is Willa. We get along fine though not so much with my dad anymore." Cool, I'm getting a background preview of the book.
    "So hey, the book also mentions the death of his girlfriend. What's up with that? Who was she?"
    "Oh... Jillian... yeah... she came after mom. When she died in a car accident, dad cancelled all of his work and started on what's today known as 'At the end of the day'."
    "Sad..." I looked up. "So we're here." I heard her muffled laughter and turned.
    "Oops. I got so caught up on talking I didn't even pay attention." I raised a brow. Was this girl serious? And again, I dismissed the thought as quicked as it came.

    We went back to our houses and said goodbye. I guess I overestimated that girl. On the way back she seemed so clueless about everything I said. I shivered at the reminder. On second thought, I don't like her that much after all... except for her amazing looks. I prefer girls like... and then Taylor flew into my mind.
    "Oh crap!" I shook my head and slapped myself a few times as I remembered her but it didn't work: the dreadful feeling of guilt drowned my conscience and then, the unexpected happened: I wanted to see Taylor.