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his husband...or boyfriend...or something...he's gay...they will help me watch Lola. The show will premiere in three weeks. Recording starts in three days. I’m so nervous and excited. So, now I have major diarrhea.
    I hope Derek is being good to you. And I hope all the doors stay locked. No boys over! I swear if I turn on the news and see your beautiful face, I will kill you. Wait, you'll be on the news because you're already dead. Oh, I’m blabbering. I love you, doll. And I miss you. Love mommy.
    Christian began to laugh. “Wow, she's insane.”
    “Yup, that's my crazy Mama.”
    I walked to my window and all the ambulances were gone. I thought of why so many came in the first place. Well, obviously to pick up her body. That was a weird thought. My eyes went back to Christian, who was drinking his tea with little sips.
    “Maybe I should go home. I know you have school later in the morning,” he sighed. “It's still really early.”
    “Sadly, I know,” I looked at the clock and it was four in the morning.
    With an odd smile, Christian walked toward the door. He handed me back my glass and attempted to unlock the three locks I had. “No one will ever kill you.”
    I chuckled and waved goodbye. I hated saying goodbye.
    Because I was lonely again.
    ***
    I was waiting on the porch for Derek once again. The sky was covered with a gray cloud, making our town seem even more morbid. Every time I heard a loud truck drive by I thought it was Derek. Then, I remembered every man in this town had a truck and they were just headed to the bar.
    I never realized how close Christian lived to my house, as I could see him sitting on his porch. It was strange how I had never seen him before until that one night. I knew his father very well, Johnny Clarke, the owner of Clarke's Car Shop. That was probably the only car shop in town. However, Johnny never mentioned his son before.
    I would remember a handsome model looking dude like Christian. Especially, a man covered in tattoos that never kept his shirt on.
    I put my purse on my shoulder and walked toward Christian. He did not realize I was coming in his direction until a dog began to bark from next door. He jumped from his porch and greeted me.
    “What is wrong?” he said.
    “I need a ride to school.”
    He nodded for me to get into his dad's truck. “I'll use my dad's truck since mine is still not working. I love my car and I won't sell it.”
    I beamed and got into the truck. This time I was able to get inside with my flat shoes on. “I can't wait until I get my car.”
    “How old are you?”
    “I'm seventeen with a license. It should be a crime for me not to have a car.”
    He laughed. “Yeah, you'll hate it once you get it; too much responsibility,” he paused, “so, why isn't Ken driving you to school?”
    I rolled my eyes. “I haven't talked to that asshole since he left me in the middle of the road.”
    “What? When did this happen?”
    “Yesterday.”
    “I knew something must have happened. Men can be such assholes sometimes. I’m sorry about that. You should have told me so I could kick his barbie ass!”
    I laughed and nodded but Christian was serious. “Barbie boy isn't as weak as he seems... oh trust me ,” I muttered.
    Christian arrived at my school and of course I was late. No one was insight, probably already at their desk gossiping about Mrs. Carol's death.
    “Thanks.”
    “Do you need me to pick you up?”
    “That's okay. I'll find a way home,” I said as I got out the truck. “Thank you.”
    “If you don't find a ride, here is my cell phone number.” He wrote down his number on a piece of paper and then drove off.
    I despised going to school for various reasons. I stood out like no one could believe. I came off as the stuck up pretty girl, but in all honesty I just really wanted girlfriends to talk to. I wanted something so simple, but yet so hard to find. However, at the same time I just did not want to be bothered with them. Having friends in