You and I collide
chapter 5
I glanced at the clock. What was taking Cole so long?
After I had calmed down he had told me to go home and that he would meet me there with some stuff he needed.
As soon as I heard someone knocking on the door I bolted down the satirs
“I’ll get it!” I cried as I screeched to a halt in front of the door. I opened it; Cole was standing there grinning with a bulging backpack
“C’mon.” I said grabbing his wrist pulling him up the stairs to my room.
“Alright.” He announced sitting on the chair to my desk “Welcome to Arabella 101, I will be your teacher today Mr. Cole.” I rolled my eyes
“Do you know where your c.d’s are?” he asked, he held up a bunch of white adhesive labels in his hand. I shrugged
“There’s three stacks on the desk and another five on the floor by the end of my bed and a bunch in the closet.” I gestured in the general directions of them as his eyes bulged theatrically
“Whoa, you have, like, a freaking c.d. store going on in here. Haven’t you ever heard of i-tunes?” he teased as he pulled the stacks on the desk towards him and started putting them in separate piles.
“What’re you doing?” I asked staring at a collage of shattered c.d’s taped to the back of my door.
“I’m making your c.d’s into different categories. Bands you love and like, bands you listen to sometimes but don’t really like, and bands you don’t want anything to do with. Those c.d’s you usually just add to your collage.” He gestured behind him to my door covered in broken c.d’s that I was already staring at.
“Why is my music taste so important?” I asked confused, Cole’s mouth gaped at me like a dead fish's.
“You are like a music GOD!” he exclaimed reaching over and shaking my shoulders. Then he grinned and went into my closet holding a pair of jeans
“These are skinny jeans.” He said really slowly like he was teaching a baby to speak. I rolled my eyes again
“You are crazy,” I said mimicking his tone as I tied them around his head.
“Hey, disrespecting the teacher!” he called as I shoved him into the closet where he landed in a pile of clothes.
“Careful, my closet might eat you.” I said laughing as he struggled to get out of the heap.
“Kay,” he said after he had finally freed himself from my closet and my jeans. “So while I label the c.d’s I want you to put together some outfits you think are alright.” He said I nodded trying to think like the new Arabella. I went rummaging through the heap and piled my jeans in one corner and my tee shirts in another and went to my cupboard to see what I had for shoes. I opened it and was faced with nearly twenty pairs of converse.
“Wow,” was all I could manage
"I know.” He said “your love of shoes never left. Your taste just changed.” He laughed as I evaluated my choices. In the back of my closet was some nicer clothing I would have worn on special occasions. I laughed and pulled it all off the hangers and placed the new heap on my bed. I held up the denim mini skirt.
“I actually wore this?” I asked dumbfounded
“Yeah, sometimes you still wear it with red and black stripped tights and stuff like that. Keep it, you never know.” He said, I frowned and threw it into my closet. I picked up the next item, it was a short pastel blue summer dress with a plunging neck line, the length of the dress probably went mid thigh. I frowned
“Am I allowed to trash this?” I asked holding it up, Cole got an evil grin,
“Yup, muahahahaha” he said, I looked at him a little weirded out
“You’re strange," I said sorting through some of the old clothes I had left. In the end I only kept three denim mini skirts, a few plain neutral tee shirts and black velvet skirt which nearly made me gag. As I put it on hangers I stared at the pile
“I actually can’t believe I ever wore that crap.” I muttered
“Well, I’m done the c.d’s. how about a little fun with the old clothes?” he asked a mischievous expression plastered onto his face
“Why Mr. Cole whatever do you have in mind.” I said teasing, his grin got even larger. He picked up an arm load and left the room. I followed close behind him while he entered my brother’s room.
“Dude,” he said clearly excited “Call Troy, like right now.”
“What are we doing?” I asked confused
“You’ll see.” Eric said grinning as he flicked open his cell phone and began dialing Troy’s number.
After I had calmed down he had told me to go home and that he would meet me there with some stuff he needed.
As soon as I heard someone knocking on the door I bolted down the satirs
“I’ll get it!” I cried as I screeched to a halt in front of the door. I opened it; Cole was standing there grinning with a bulging backpack
“C’mon.” I said grabbing his wrist pulling him up the stairs to my room.
“Alright.” He announced sitting on the chair to my desk “Welcome to Arabella 101, I will be your teacher today Mr. Cole.” I rolled my eyes
“Do you know where your c.d’s are?” he asked, he held up a bunch of white adhesive labels in his hand. I shrugged
“There’s three stacks on the desk and another five on the floor by the end of my bed and a bunch in the closet.” I gestured in the general directions of them as his eyes bulged theatrically
“Whoa, you have, like, a freaking c.d. store going on in here. Haven’t you ever heard of i-tunes?” he teased as he pulled the stacks on the desk towards him and started putting them in separate piles.
“What’re you doing?” I asked staring at a collage of shattered c.d’s taped to the back of my door.
“I’m making your c.d’s into different categories. Bands you love and like, bands you listen to sometimes but don’t really like, and bands you don’t want anything to do with. Those c.d’s you usually just add to your collage.” He gestured behind him to my door covered in broken c.d’s that I was already staring at.
“Why is my music taste so important?” I asked confused, Cole’s mouth gaped at me like a dead fish's.
“You are like a music GOD!” he exclaimed reaching over and shaking my shoulders. Then he grinned and went into my closet holding a pair of jeans
“These are skinny jeans.” He said really slowly like he was teaching a baby to speak. I rolled my eyes again
“You are crazy,” I said mimicking his tone as I tied them around his head.
“Hey, disrespecting the teacher!” he called as I shoved him into the closet where he landed in a pile of clothes.
“Careful, my closet might eat you.” I said laughing as he struggled to get out of the heap.
“Kay,” he said after he had finally freed himself from my closet and my jeans. “So while I label the c.d’s I want you to put together some outfits you think are alright.” He said I nodded trying to think like the new Arabella. I went rummaging through the heap and piled my jeans in one corner and my tee shirts in another and went to my cupboard to see what I had for shoes. I opened it and was faced with nearly twenty pairs of converse.
“Wow,” was all I could manage
"I know.” He said “your love of shoes never left. Your taste just changed.” He laughed as I evaluated my choices. In the back of my closet was some nicer clothing I would have worn on special occasions. I laughed and pulled it all off the hangers and placed the new heap on my bed. I held up the denim mini skirt.
“I actually wore this?” I asked dumbfounded
“Yeah, sometimes you still wear it with red and black stripped tights and stuff like that. Keep it, you never know.” He said, I frowned and threw it into my closet. I picked up the next item, it was a short pastel blue summer dress with a plunging neck line, the length of the dress probably went mid thigh. I frowned
“Am I allowed to trash this?” I asked holding it up, Cole got an evil grin,
“Yup, muahahahaha” he said, I looked at him a little weirded out
“You’re strange," I said sorting through some of the old clothes I had left. In the end I only kept three denim mini skirts, a few plain neutral tee shirts and black velvet skirt which nearly made me gag. As I put it on hangers I stared at the pile
“I actually can’t believe I ever wore that crap.” I muttered
“Well, I’m done the c.d’s. how about a little fun with the old clothes?” he asked a mischievous expression plastered onto his face
“Why Mr. Cole whatever do you have in mind.” I said teasing, his grin got even larger. He picked up an arm load and left the room. I followed close behind him while he entered my brother’s room.
“Dude,” he said clearly excited “Call Troy, like right now.”
“What are we doing?” I asked confused
“You’ll see.” Eric said grinning as he flicked open his cell phone and began dialing Troy’s number.
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