Excited as she was to leave, she was also feeling the sadness creep up on her and cling a bit. Her room was empty. Her backpack was ready to go. She had everything she needed and room 508 would again be empty.
Now all she needed was A.J.
[Last post for Annette. If anyone wants to stop by and say goodbye, here's your chance.]
...and wow, was her room bare. Angel and the rest of her belonging's went back with her parents. It felt lonely save for the pile of stuff she had on the other bed in her room. Stuff for their trip. Annette just wondered how much stuff they actually needed.
Drinking bottled water, Annette glanced at her watch. He should be here any minute.
[For A.J., yo ETA: NWS!]
- Current Mood: restless
She looked pretty, she thought. Dressed nicely to impress in a skirt, blouse, and heels. It totally unnerved her that they were here. Talking on the phone was one thing, having them here for her to have to answer to directly, was another. She couldn't just hang up on them.
Good thing Cecile knew she liked raspberry vodka. Annette had a brand new bottle sitting on her desk.
Grabbing her purse, she stood staring at her door, trying to get in the moooood.
[Establishy mainly unless you want to catch her before she heads out.]
Except she wasn't going home after graduation. She was backpacking through Europe and she had been desperately trying to figure out a way to tell her parents. Maybe she could tell them it was a summer project for school. Yeah, that might work Hm. Maybe she wouldn't say anything yet until they called to find out where she was. And maybe she would be in Rome by then. Hm.
Angel curled up against her legs and smiling, Annette bent over to pick her up. "I'm going to miss you, but you get to go home with my parents and they will take very good care of you. They have this great big house for you to have all sorts of fun in."
Sighing and getting back to her task at hand, Annette idly wondered out loud, "What exactly does one take on a backpacking excursion?"
[It can be open, yes, but it will be SP from me until later this afternoon.]
Not having any reason to leave her room, Annette was pensive, lost in her own thoughts as she lay on her bed, TV on but ignored.
It was difficult meeting a child that another you had, and having to say goodbye. It was even more difficult knowing who that child was with. She was trying not to think about it. She wasn't sure what he thought.
Graduation was coming up which meant she was leaving soon. In more ways than one, was she ready to leave. In other ways, she was not. It was hard finding a comfortable medium and her heart twisted with memories, leaving her feeling somewhat hollow.
Angel nuzzled her neck and Annette smiled, bringing her cat close. She should write Mr. Phale. And she would do exactly that, later today.
For now, her bed was comfortable, the TV background noise to her thoughts.
[Open, sure. EDT! I forgot! NWS!]
- Current Mood: pensive
Yeah, probably not the best place to take your kid, but Anders fixed Aimee a Shirley Temple and Annette had one too... with just a little extra something in it. And maybe she had a few more too.
Now she was giggling with her daughter, the two kicking off their shoes as Annette helped Aimee ready for bed. "Don't tell daddy, okay? He doesn't need to know we went to that place."
"You say that a lot mommy: 'Don't tell daddy'," Aimee giggled as she put her jammies on.
"It doesn't matter. The important thing here is that we had a mommy daughter... time... or whatever," oh, head was spinny. "Come on, let's sit on your bed over here and I'll tell you a story."
"No mommy! I want to jump!" Aimee declared brightly.
"Jump? But I'm too big to jump on a bed, Aimee..."
Laughing, Annette conceded and climbed up on Aimee's bed and held her little hands, jumping on the bed.
Aimee started to sing, "One little monkey jumping on the bed!"
[For the baby daddy does he feel like it ;)]
Moving to her own bed she sat down and looked over at the pictures Aimee painted. For a six year old little girl, they seemed pretty amazing.
Yawning, she laid down and tucked her hands under her cheek, content to lay there with the light on for awhile, watching her daughter sleep across the room.
Just now however, he was warm and she was warm cuddled up against him. There was absolutely no need to wake up.
[For others... hee.]
Her door was closed. All she needed now was her date.
And so went the conversation until Annette, exhausted, finally hung up and flung herself on her bed. She was going to have to go somewhere for the summer she realized. No freaking way could she stay with her parents. No FREAKING way.
[Door is open, though expect possible bouts of SP expected
ETA: I'm a dork and just realized that prom was tonight. Uh. So made adjustments. It's been a long week, okay?]
- Current Mood: devious