Second Chances Chapter 23 La Vie en Rose
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Amber was calling me? Well I guess she called Cindy. I wonder what she
wants. She sounded annoyed she was talking to me.
"Hi Amber, What's up?" I asked Amber over the phone.
"Can you organize the Powder Puff practice for tomorrow after after-
school sports? I don't have anyone's contact info."
"Sure," I said.
"Thanks" she said hanging up.
Well that was quick and painless. Straight to the point. That means we
should probably take separate cars tomorrow so I don't hold Ron up any
longer than I already am with track practice. I turned on the phone again
and dialed Ron.
"Hey what's up?" he asked.
"Hey can we take separate cars tomorrow? I need to stay later than
normal."
"Sure," he said. "How was the date with Chase?"
"It was good," I said. "I can give you the full run down during lunch
tomorrow."
"Cool deal," he said.
"Have a good night," I said.
"G'night."
I hung up the phone. Actually I won't be giving him a play by play. Even
though dating Chase is his idea, I still have this sneaking suspicion
that he likes me more than a friend, so I'll be careful what I say around
him.
I saw Cindy before we both went to bed.
"I'm staying late with the powder puff team today," I said. "Did you
still want to ride with me?"
"Sure," she said. "I can watch your practice."
"Well, I'm not on the team. I'm just organizing it. Once I gather the
girls then hand the show over to Amber, we can come home."
"Too bad. I was eager to see you and Amber on the same field again."
I chuckled at that as I went into my room and decided to call it a night.
Tomorrow is going to be another long day.
Wednesday, October 1, 1997
I woke up with a pep in my step. I'm excited for school today. I'm still
basking in the afterglow from last night's date. I don't have to worry
about Amber sabotaging my day. Everything is looking up for me. I'm even
contemplating living this way. Staying in 1997. Staying as Christina. If
this is my life now, I can certainly live with it. All that really
concerns me is what wrong am I suppose to right? Is it important enough
for me to throw all of this away?
It's now Day 9 out of two weeks and I still have no clue what I'm
supposed to do. I'm starting believe that I can't predict it. It will
likely be one of those events I don't know about until I'm confronted
with it. I'd have no way to prepare for it.
If this is truly an event I can't predict and the guardian angel hinted
that I'll just happen to be in the right place at the right time, then
maybe I should stop worrying and enjoy the next week. Fate and Destiny
will lead me to the event no matter what I do. So maybe I should "enjoy
the ride" as Chase suggested.
I hate not being in control of a situation. It's like I'm writing a
program and I'm not running tests on it constantly. So I'm going to get
to this event, and I pray that I have the tools at my disposal to fix it.
Or the alternative is I don't care, and remain in 1997.
Today I picked out a teal plaid skirt. I paired that with a black long-
sleeved top and pantyhose. I could tell it was a little chilly outside
today. I shivered in the t-shirt and shorts I wore to bed. I suppose it's
October now. I shut my open window, and continued to get ready for
school.
* * *
I sat down at the kitchen table with my breakfast. I found some Oatmeal
Swirlers in the pantry. I haven't had this in forever. I squeezed the
jelly packet into my hot oatmeal and swirled it with my spoon.
"So tell me about this boy you're seeing?" Dad asked laying his newspaper
down.
"We went on one date." I suppose it will be 3 dates after Saturday.
"I still want to know about the guy who is taking my daughter out."
"His name is Chase. He's goes to High School East. He plays in Ron's ska
band."
"What's ska?"
"Punk rock with a instrumental horn section."
He made a strange look. That look when an older generation hears about
the newer generation's music. Actually I think we've had this
conversation before - in my previous timeline. On my way to college, it
was just me and Dad driving from New Jersey to Florida. I put on some
Mighty Mighty Bosstones on in the car and my dad said. "What is this
shit?" Yeah. I decided to move the conversation back to Chase.
"He's a Giants fan. He likes a lot of the same things I do."
"Do you think he's a good guy?" That seemed like a weird question at
first. But knowing my dad for 37 years now he implicitly trusts my
judgement. I think he just trying to see if I'm making good decisions
here.
"I believe he is."
He smiled. "I trust you, then. Make sure you trust your intuition too."
He folded up the newspaper in front of him and left the kitchen to get
ready for work.
When Dad left, Mom came into the kitchen.
"Are you coming home normal time this afternoon?"
"I'm going out tonight again tonight," I told her. "Me and Ron are taking
our homecoming dates out to get to know them. But I'll stop home to get
ready to go out."
"Wow. You've been going out a lot the past week," she said. "When is the
last school night you just stayed in?" That was a rhetorical question.
But I believe it was before I time traveled to 1997. "Are we going to
meet your date?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "I'll make sure you meet him before we head back out."
As I finished my oatmeal I flipped through today's newspaper looking for
interesting headlines. None.
When Cindy came out and was ready, I put my bowl in the sink, grabbed my
keys and backpack and we headed to school.
* * *
Since we weren't picking up Ron today, Cindy sat in the passenger seat. I
picked up the stuff I had tossed on the passenger seat last time I drove
my car. I looked at the mix-tape case and checked to see what Fay had
written for the next track.
The next song on Fay's mix tape was - "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. Really,
Fay? Fay's note said. "I mean this as a compliment,. I picked this song
because you are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You are
so much more than people see."
I laughed as I pushed the tape back into the tape deck and the song came
on.
"Good Song," Cindy said. "Who made the mix tape?"
"Fay made it for me earlier in the week," I said.
"She's got a better taste in music than Ron." She laughed.
* * *
At my locker, I expected Julie to show up. And she did.
"How did it go?" she asked immediately without a morning greeting.
"It was awesome," I said unable to hide my excitement.
"You're going to have to tell me everything!" she said. "Maybe during our
run before gym."
"Perfect," I said.
"Are you coming out tonight."
"Yup," I said.
"With your guy friend?"
"Yup."
"I'm so excited for you!" she said.
"So the boys don't know this yet," I said. "But I'm driving. Ron's truck
can't fit us. Chase's bike certainly can't," Maybe I can start getting
Chase used to me driving him around instead that bike.
"Sure," she said. "Let me give you my address and you can pick me up on
the way."
I gave her a piece of paper and pen and she wrote her address down for
me.
"What will we be doing?" she asked.
If tonight was anything like the original timeline when Tony and Ron took
our dates out before homecoming, it will likely be a billiards hall and a
diner.
"Do you play pool?"
"A little," she said.
"Maybe that," I said. "I should confer with Ron before making concrete
plans."
"Cool," she said.
"Oh," I said. "Powder Puff practice. After track practice. Do you have
extra time to stay later?"
"Yeah, sure thing!" she said.
* * *
At homeroom, I quickly put my stuff down and got my Powder Puff signup
contact list out. Per Amber's request I needed to track down all of the
girls and get them to come to practice today. I have 16 girls total. I
already told Julie. Amber is the one who requested this practice, so that
means I need to talk to 14 more girls. Thankfully there were only spread
out among 3 homerooms.
I went to all 3 classrooms and got all 14 girls to agree to come out this
afternoon for a quick practice. When I encountered the cheerleaders -
like Brittany, they were so grateful I lifted their ban on playing for
the fundraiser. Some of them heard I made the track team and
congratulated me. Some of them complimented my outfit.
I made it back to homeroom just in time for my English teacher to start
class. I got smiles from Fay and Jess. At this point in my journey, I
reflected on what I'd be doing if this was my original timeline. It
certainly wasn't this. I bet on this day, Tony was too busy being
invisible. I was enjoying being recognized and more importantly, I having
fun.
* * *
During Comp Sci, I had some free time after completing a homework
assignment, so I pulled up my prototype for Val.
"Hey Val," I said. "I had some time last night to work on the project you
gave me."
"Oh really, that's awesome!" she said.
"So here's the website." I showed. I moved my chair over to let her sit
in front of the computer so she can use the keyboard and mouse.
"This is where we can put a logo, and maybe a picture of the store front
when you're ready. At the top menu we have a place for the menu, physical
directions, events, and a place to sign up for promotions."
This is very cool. She clicked each link and look at the prototype of
each page. "So the promotions page?"
"Yeah. This is a place to subscribe to updates about the shop, a place
you can talk about up and coming events, promotions, and so forth. We
take their email address so we can contact them later."
"That's really cool," she said. "I hadn't really thought about that."
"I was also considering putting a review system in here, but without
anyone to moderate it, I decided against it."
"This is a great start. You did this all last night?"
"I did."
"That's amazing. I should show my parents for feedback. Maybe I can get
an idea for a logo, and some other stuff you could use."
"Great," I said.
"Christina, we're going to make a great team!" Val said.
* * *
At lunch time, Ron and I rode together to the deli. I was kinda nervous I
knew I needed to start an uncomfortable conversation. When we sat down at
the table, he asked me how last night went.
"So tell about last night" Ron asked.
"It went great," I said. "Boardwalk, Rides, Pizza, Beach. We connected. I
didn't realize how much in common we had."
"I knew you guys would be a fit."
It was now or never. Before Chase and I get more serious, I needed to ask
Ron whether he was into me or not. "Listen Ron," I said. "Why did you set
me up with Chase?"
"You were single. He was single. I said he had a number of previous
girlfriends he just couldn't connect with. I told him I had a friend he
could get to know."
"I mean-" I paused. "I was getting the impression that - you - wanted to
date me."
"Oh," he said. He paused for a moment. "I didn't think you'd noticed."
"I didn't at first," I said.
"We spend so much time together. You're smart, pretty, fun to hang out
with. You've been my best friend for years. But I just got the feeling
you weren't into me like that. But, the longer this went on. The more I
thought of you more like a sister."
"Yeah. I guess I friend-zoned you pretty hard. But it's because I think
of you as a brother too." I laughed trying to keep the conversation
light. "I was worried that by dating Chase, I was walking into a trap
that would screw up our friendship."
"No, you're good. There's no trap," he said smiling. "Nothing would make
me happier than seeing two of my good friends dating. I'm just glad you
stopped trying to be a drunk party girl. Because that Chrissy from Friday
night. Is not you."
"Ron. I don't deserve you as a best friend," I said.
"Well just lose touch after high school," he said.
"Lose touch? I expect to stay in touch for the next 20 years. I expect
you'll invite me to your wedding. That you'll make me one of your
groomsmen... or grooms-maid? grooms-lady? And I'll invite you to MY
wedding. You'll be my best man - or man of honor.. or whatever."
He laughed at that. "That would be crazy!"
"You have no idea!" I laughed with him. It did occur to me that If I stay
as Christina, then odds of me being one of Ron's groomsmen are greatly
diminished. Not that it's a huge deal of course, but I wonder how many
things would change for me over the next 20 years.
"So you're really into Chase?" he asked.
"Yes I am. I didn't think I would be. But once I got to know him. Wow."
"So what happened to liking girls?"
"Oh-" I said. "I still like girls. Getting Jess to go down on me was
amazing!"
Ron suddenly spit his soda out.
"Shit," I said. "I wasn't supposed to say anything."
"Wow," he said turning red. "Just wow. Damn, Chrissy."
"No seriously," I said. "She's not out of the closet. Keep that a
secret."
"I don't know who this- Jess- is, so I think your secret is safe with me.
Next time warn me when you're going to start talking like that."
"So tonight," I said changing the subject. "Chase will come to me. I will
take my car and pick up you then Julie. How does that sound?"
"Sure he said. That's cool. Around what time?"
"I'm shooting for 6. So where are we taking our dates?" I asked
"I was thinking Q-Ball."
Ah-ha! I predicted it. "Q-Ball works for everything I think. I haven't
told Chase anything yet. I guess I can call him when I get home."
* * *
During my daily run, I dished on my date with Chase to Julie. I told her
everything. The chivalry, the pizza, the rides, the various walks, the
making out in the ocean, the parking lot, my front porch.
She thinks he's a keeper.
At gym class we were still doing soccer. We split into teams and took the
field. I decided to get in the center of the field to get the ball first.
Surprise, Surprise. Who lined up in front of me? Amber.
The whistle blew. We both went for the ball, but she got it and started
running towards my goal. I sprinted past her and stole the ball from and
kicked it far down away from our goal. She shot me an evil look.
I ran towards the action, and Amber kept trailing me. I tried going for
the ball, but she kept getting in the way. I finally got the ball, and
Amber stole it back.
It went like this for the rest of class. I found that when I had the
ball, only Amber challenged me. When Amber had the ball, only I
challenged her. It was almost as if there was nobody else on the field
except us. Neither of us played dirty as I think we finally respected
each other.
There were times I saw a smile on her face, until I'd steal the ball from
her that is. Then I had the smile.
We were both out of breath when class ended. I went up to Amber and held
out a fist. "Good Game." She said nothing and rolled her eyes, but she
did fist bump me. This felt good. If we could keep our rivalry on the
field, we'd be good.
* * *
Track practice was even harder. With a meet tomorrow, coach was pushing
me WAY past my limit. I was sweating. I was tired. I felt like my body
was on fire. When practice was over, hands on my hips, out of breath, I
walked over to Julie.
"I've never trained to heard in my life" I said.
"Good," she said. "Tomorrow is a big day!"
We both walked over to mid-field. I saw Amber, Brittany. Some of the
other girls who were playing Powder Puff joined us. Slowly all of the
girls Powder Puff Senior Team starting trickling to us.
I decided to make small talk with Amber since we're finally on speaking
terms. "How much football do you know?" I asked.
She turned to me surprised I was actually talking to her. "I was captain
of the Junior team last year."
Interesting. I didn't consider that Amber actually played Powder Puff
last year as a junior. Turns out my offer of captain-ship of this team
was a great decision on my part.
"I watch football all of the time," she added with an air of superiority.
"My older brothers played it with me in my backyard before they moved
away."
"What's your team?"
"Cowboys," she said.
"Figures" I said.
"Let me guess," she said. "You're a Giants fan. Perpetual losers."
"Yeah, we'll your team isn't going to win anything for the next 20
years."
"We'll see about that," she scoffed at me.
I did a head count and everyone was here. I turned to Amber. "Alright
Amber. Everyone's here. It's your show now. I'm taking off."
She smiled. "Ladies, Huddle up," she said loudly. "I recognize some of
you from last year. For those who I don't know, I'm Amber. I'll be your
captain for this year's Senior Squad. Last year as Juniors we kicked the
Seniors ass up and down the field. This year WE are the Senior team, and
I don't plan on letting those upstart Juniors get the better of us!"
Now that I set this in motion, it was time for me to head out. I started
walking to the bleachers where I saw Cindy waiting for me.
I saw Linda McIntyre standing on the side line. "Are the Juniors out here
to?" I asked looking around.
"They're on the practice field," she said. "I just came to thank you for
helping me organize them. I've been meaning on getting more involved in
school events."
"You're welcome."
"Your squad is interesting," she said.
"How so?"
"It's comprised of mostly cheerleaders. The Juniors I got are from field
hockey, softball, and girl's basketball"
"Well we have a few from track and softball too," I said looking back at
them. "I bet the Seniors will still win - I wouldn't underestimate those
cheerleaders"
"Oh?" she asked. "Do you want to place a friendly wager?"
Events surrounding this game are so far removed from the original
timeline that I have no clue what the future will bring. It's kinda
refreshing in a way.
"Sure, why not," I said. "How about loser buys lunch?"
"I'm game with that," she said. We shook on it.
From behind me I heard someone talking to Amber. But I could only hear
Amber's side of the conversation. Her voice carries.
"You can't be serious?" Amber said. "Yeah, I know she's been awesome at
softball," "She's on the track team now too?"
"Demarco," Amber called to me. Julie and Brittany and were standing next
to her.
I turned around confused. Where they talking about me?
Amber was avoiding eye contact. "The girls want you to play on the team
too."
Julie was mouthing, "Just say yes," to me.
I smiled. "Sure," I said. I turned to see Cindy from the bleachers give
me the "thumbs up" sign. I turned to Linda. "I guess my team has me now
too." I jogged back to mid-field.
Aside from watching football, my only experience playing it was backyard
football occasionally during high school. Then maybe once in college. But
- not gonna lie - I was excited to be asked to play. I love football. I
just never was built for it as Tony. I suppose I'm not built for it as
Christina either. But this is a fun scrimmage and a fundraiser.
We ran some drills. Designed some routes. On offense, I was going to be
one of the running backs in rotation. On defense I was going to be a
cornerback. I even got to design a trick play. It didn't work in practice
though.
After an hour, we decided to break practice. We all came together. Amber
led a cheer. "Class of '98 on three. One. Two. Three."
"Class of '98!" we chanted.
* * *
When Cindy and I got home, I rushed to the kitchen. I knew I was running
late. I hadn't anticipated to be actually participating in the football
practice. I picked up the phone and found the piece of paper with Chase's
number on it. I dialed it.
"Hey Chrissy," he said happy to recognize my number.
"Hey Chase, I'm running a bit late. But I was wondering if you could be
here around 5:30?"
"Sure," he said.
"Be forewarned though. My parents want to meet you."
"Thanks for the warning," he said. "See you in an hour!"
"Bye," I said hanging up.
I ran to my room. Cindy was there and had already picked an outfit out
for me.
"You are the best sister ever!" I said turning back around to jump into
the shower.
Cindy had picked out a pale blue and white plaid dress that I got for my
birthday. While I was doing my makeup. I heard the doorbell. Oh no.
That's Chase. I'm not ready yet!
I tried moving faster - well as fast as I could go seeing as I was still
a newb with this makeup thing. I didn't want to leave Chase alone with my
parents too long.
I checked the mirror. I looked hot. Time for my double date. Time to
rescue Chase from my parents.
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