"Will you wait for me to take you home?" inquired Ava as she got out of the car.
"Maybe. It will depend," replied Kara.
She hurriedly reached the car. Brenda, though, was looking overwhelmed. Her gray eyes were fixed on her daughter, ready to tear up, and Audrey, with chocolate skin and crazy curly hair and very brown eyes, seemed quite upset and appeared to be forced to be there in the first place.
Brenda slowly got out of the car and went straight into the arms of her daughter.
"Oh, sweetheart," she sobbed.
"It's alright, Mom. I'm okay. Thank you for coming. Audrey?" replied Ava, keeping her eyes on Audrey, who was still seated in the car.
"I will give you space," whispered Brenda in Ava's ear.
"Shall we talk inside the house? Please, Audrey?" requested Ava as Audrey untied her seatbelt. "Please, Mom, help drive Kara home. I know it's silly, but please do."
Continued she walking to her car. "Hey, Kara. My mom will drive you home. See you tomorrow?"
"No! I can get home myself," replied Kara.
"No, it's not a big deal. I will take you home, dear. Should I use your car, Ava?" answered Brenda.
"Sure. The keys are still inside. Thank you, Mom. Goodnight, Kara," responded Ava when Brenda got inside the car to set off.
It was then when the car drove off that she and Audrey headed inside.
"A drink?" inquired Ava.
"No, I'm not here to drink though," replied Audrey angrily.
"Yeah, how are you then?"
"Fine. Since you left, I've been okay."
"About what happened, please forgive me."
"That won't do, Ava. You apologizing isn't something that will change what my parents think of me. My dad? It won't do."
"Look, Audrey, I say sorry not because I think what I did was wrong. It was about time."
"I asked for more time. You couldn't wait any longer?"
"It's been five years. How long were you planning to keep us a secret? You know very well that I need to have you with or without anyone's permission but with honesty. That's why I did that. That's why I kissed you in front of those cameras," explained Ava.
"Yeah? Yes, of course, Ava. The most righteous girl there is. I wasn't ready for anything. I wasn't ready to be public with you."
"What do you mean?"
"I wasn't thinking of having a serious relationship with you, Ava. That's it. That's what it means."
"What did you tell your dad?" inquired Ava, wiping the tears away.
"That you forced me to kiss you. As they all know, you're very hedonistic. It wasn't hard to convince them," rubbed Audrey.
"Ha... ha! Ha.... Haha. Wow. I'm hedonistic, they say. That's not what they think of me... That's what you think of me. All this time, I've wasted my feelings with you. I thought we had something going on."
"I did as well. I thought we had something," replied Audrey. "I don't want to see you again. Ever."
"Yeah. I think I don't either. Now please get out. Get out," exclaimed Ava, opening the door to shove Audrey out.
As they closed the door, Brenda had also returned and parked outside.
For a few seconds, Ava stood still in the doorway until Brenda pushed her back inside, shutting the door.
"It wasn't a good idea, I knew it," stated Brenda.
"It was, Mom. Well now, I finally know what not to hope for. Does she even know that she was the reason I was sent here?"
"She doesn't need to. I always didn't think she was right for you. But I respected your choices."
"Not with that, Mom."
"Yeah, but this young girl, Kara? Well, she is quite a catch, I see," smirked Brenda.
"I love you, Mom," responded Ava, grabbing a hug. "The way you always cheer me up."
"Well.... that's what I can do for you now. And? I almost forgot. I got you some money. Since I couldn't stop your dad from sending you to this horrible place, I got to withdraw some money from one of his credit cards."
"No, Mom. No."
"I'm kidding. This is mine," explained she getting up from the couch out to the car. "But it would be a good idea as well."
She reached the back seat and took out a small bag, heading back to Ava. "Get yourself a new couch. That one is disgusting," continued Brenda.
"How much is this?"
"A hundred fifty thousand dollars. Just for the time till I cash your dad."
"Oh, Mom, please don't do that."
"Okay, I promise. But if he provokes me."
"No, nothing. Don't," chuckled Ava. "Please take her home."
"I will," replied Brenda, getting close to her daughter. "Sometimes I wonder why God didn't create everyone like you."
"Oh, Mom. Stop it. Just live so I won't miss you soon."
"I will be back. We didn't get time to speak. But! When I return, nothing will be destructed our sweet mother-daughter talks."
"Bye, Mom," said Ava politely.
"Bye, honey," Brenda replied and the cute girl. Think about it," whispered Brenda.
"Just live already."
Brenda walked briskly to her car, and in a while, she set off. It was around nine-thirty in the night when everything went back to being lonely. Ava closed herself inside the house, carrying the cash bag. She sat to think of everything and then suddenly, she broke into tears with laughter as she commenced speaking loudly to herself.
"That... I hate you, Audrey," sobbed she.
"I fell so madly in love with you, so stupidly. I'm so stupid. I'm so silly," continued she, pounding the table, then clumsily walked to her bedroom and laid down to sleep.
The morning wasn't to be employed with anything. She decided to stay worked up in bed sobbing to herself. It was approximately ten past one in the afternoon when Kara came knocking at her door.
She had had a very lazy night. Her father had heard of how friendly she and Ava were and was punishing her for it.
"Hey. Open up already," loudly knocked Kara, who had been standing there for about five minutes. In a beat after, Ava cracked the door open for Kara to head in as she proceeded to cover herself in the sheets again. "Good morning," said Kara sarcastically. "Morning? Is it?" responded Ava, sniffling. "So, last evening. It was bad, wasn't it?" questioned Kara. "Is it so obvious?" "No. Nooo. Not at all. That's why I was asking." "Really?" "Of course it's obvious. Look at you. I can't see you like this," snapped Kara. "Why?" "It's just that well... I don't know who this is now," pointed Kara at the saddest Ava. "I've not known you yet to be so emotional and very... um... what's the word? Yeah. Chicky." "What do you mean?" inquired Ava. "I've seen you so manly, strong, but not like this. Uh... forget my explanation. Just get out of bed now." "I don't want to," grumbled Ava, nearly banging her head. "Ummm... ha. Just get up. Let's have lunch together." "Is it already lunchtime?
"You disrespected me. Me? Miguel Dante," he chuckled annoyingly. "This is my town, Miss Sinclair... I don't play hide and seek with dogs. You can't just arrive here and undermine me." "So, you're the dog?" inquired Ava. "See, guys! I should teach her a lesson, right? So she doesn't play with her superiors. Or him because she literally is a boy," he gestured with his hand, leveling Ava, as his boys cheered in the back. "Yeah. Since I'm a boy, I believe we're a match. Aren't we?" replied Ava when Kara rushed out of the car, standing in front of her. "You don't get to disrespect one of my friends, Dante. Haven't you had enough fun with me?" questioned Kara. "What?" snapped Ava. "Okay, that came out wrong," replied Ava. "You can hit me then, Dante. I dare you." "Are you sure? Because I literally don't care about you helping one of your friends. I guess I'm lucky. Doubled my punching bags." "I'm sure. Go ahead. Hit me." He had raised his hand to slap Kara on her cheek when Ava grab
I've reviewed your document and made corrections for spelling and grammar while keeping the content and meaning unchanged. Here is the edited version: "I know it for a fact. I've known your father before, and he has never been a fan of me, so," explained Ava. "Yeah, I don't care what he thinks about who I hang out with, you know. I'm done having my life controlled. It's just so frustrating." "See, you do have something you're keeping from me, and I've been blabbing about myself all this time, forgetting to ask how you're doing." "I don't wanna talk about it, please?" "Really? Okay. I can tell you anything about me. Ask me anything, and I will tell you the truth, and in return, you tell me what's bothering you so you can get it off your chest." "Why? Why would you do that?" "I love carrying people's burdens," replied Ava, chuckling. "Seriously, I just want you to feel at ease talking to me. I don't want you to be an open book, obviously, but if we are friends, then I would love t
Early the next morning, it was a Monday. Manning, as a city, was getting into the Halloween mood, which was three weeks from the Sunday special. People were all around the town, with a few stores having decorated the night before. Everywhere was packed with scary designs. Manning University had not yet gone through the changes. Everything was as normal as it had been the previous day, except those students who were mischievous had already planted scary decorations in their mates' lockers. Dante, in particular, had placed one in Ava's locker. He had passed her locker, taken out her stuff, and replaced them with dry leaves and a scarecrow. She didn't find out about it, but Kara, who was helping her pick up a textbook from the locker, got to experience what wasn't meant for her. Ava was standing seven lockers away from hers, waiting for Kara to finish, when suddenly, a scream startled her, and she rushed back to where Kara had fallen from the scare. Kara was already on the floor with
"What are you going to do about your father?" inquired Kara. "He won't call him?" replied Ava. "You think so?" "I know he won't call him. He will be getting my mother." "I'm so sorry." "It's nothing. My only worry is how I'm going to spend two weeks in the cottage with no phone, no nothing." "I could keep you company some days, maybe bring you books to read?" "I could do with the company. I'm not really into reading. I'm no professor, but anyways, bring them over so I see what I will do with them," replied Ava, and they both chuckled. "Alright. I could also get myself suspended for some days," chuckled Kara. "Yeah, that's not a nice joke. Leave those only for me." "Who said I was joking? I'm not. I'm weighing my options." "Okay. You get suspended, don't come to my place. Stay home and keep sobbing," responded Ava. "Alright, alright. You don't need to threaten me." Dante had already left school and was heading home as Ava and Kara stayed until the classes ended. It was abo
Ava had slept on the couch that night, so she had to sleep lightly. By morning, she took a bath, made breakfast, and then brought it to Kara in bed, who was still sleeping. "Hey, Kara. Wake up. You have to go to school," Ava said, knocking and shaking Kara from her sleep. "Hey, morning. Am I late?" "No, you have an hour and a few minutes. You should take a shower and have your breakfast." "You made me breakfast in bed?" "You don't want it? I can throw it away." "No, I was appreciating the effort. I feel like I have my mom with me." "Yeah? But I'm not," replied Ava, placing the tray on a drawer and heading to pick up her clothes, then walking out. "Get ready. I will drive you to school, then pick you up so we can go buy some groceries." "Thanks for the breakfast. I love it." "Hurry up. You don't want to be late." Kara got out of bed as Ava was dressing in the living room, made the bed, and then headed to the bathroom. "Oh! I put some hot water for you. I thought you might nee
"So, what do you think? Can a few of these get done before the end of the day?" "Yeah, if you give a little hand. My friend here and I can get a lot done before the end of the day." "Well, okay. Tell me what I will need to do, and we can get started," asked Ava. "Well, not too much. Can you just take a seat on the couch? You would be of great help if I kept watching you as I work," explained Ben, smirking. "Oh, yeah. Alright. I can sit right there on that couch," pointed Ava. "But you don't get paid for your work. You gaze at me all the time, and after you're done, you just snooze off. Does that work for you?" "I will take the pay." "Well, good then. You can start in the bedroom. And please don't touch where you're not supposed to." "You've been clear, miss," replied Edgar as they both headed inside Ava's bedroom. They moved a couple of things out of the way, cleaned and patched up the tiny holes. Ava, however, was in the living room, sipping a beer as she watched them work thr
"What do you think of the maroon?" asked Mr. Bradley. "Nah, maroon is like old, right Ava?" replied Kara. "I don't know. Whatever you choose, I'll go with it." "Then how about the black? It's cozy," explained Bradley. "It's too big. I don't think we need that," responded Kara. "So, it's for her house," Kara explained to Bradley. "Okay. I think the white one, five by six. It's movable, comfortable, and lasts long no matter the strength that rests on it," Bradley suggested. "I will take a look," said Kara, heading over to where the bed was. She examined it and then said, "How expensive is it?" "It's three hundred fifty dollars." "Should we take this?" Kara inquired from Ava. "Yeah, I guess. Who helps with delivering it, Mr. Bradley?" "Oh, my nephew can." "Oh, Edgar. Sure," Ava said, and Kara looked at her in surprise. "You've met Edgar?" Kara asked. "Yeah. He's a lovely guy." "Where did you meet him?" "At the cottage. I didn't want to tell you. I wanted it to be a surpris