Chapter 10: Her
So I was up all night talking to Jenny about Christ and the pastor had recognized me on sight, and he was more than willing to help. Finally we all could fall asleep and when I woke up I realized I was without my stuff from the hotel. Jenny begged and begged for me to stay, so I called and asked Cassandra if she would go get it, since she knew what it looked like and everything.
She wanted to be sweet and bring me breakfast along with all my stuff, and I love her all the more for it. But back to Jenny. The poor thing. Gosh, her life has been so rough up to this point. She won't let me out of her sight, afraid I will abandon her like everyone else. Some complex huh? She told me all about her boyfriends, girlfriends, addictions, and just about everything else in her life. It wasn't information I really needed, but she needed to get it out, so I got to hear all of it. The pastor, also known as Jeff, listened with her as well. She wanted to get off the drugs and he said he'd help. I have no experience whatsoever with that kind of thing, so I can't say what I thought about it all. She was very afraid of what I would think of her, but I make it my policy never to judge, just like it says in Matthew 7.
When Cassandra finally got down there with my stuff, she was out of breath, wide eyed and not even bothering to pretend like she wasn't hiding something.
"Alright, you're obviously dying to tell me something, out with it."
"I didn't pick up your luggage." She smiled at me mischievously.
"What do you mean you didn't? Then who did?"
"You know, just some guy…"
"Okay, I'll bite. What guy?"
"Your biggest fan. Jack McPherson."
I couldn't help it, my mouth dropped open. This was so much trouble. He had gone above and beyond just being my biggest fan. He was now, at least in my mind, a stalker. Nothing more, nothing less. No doubt he went through it and envisioned me in everything. How foolish!
"Oh, really?" I said, pretending to be bored so she would drop it. I was not disappointed. Her face fell.
"Yes really! Aren't you mad?"
"Mad? Why should I be mad? I got my luggage, and you have brought cheesecake for breakfast! How can I be mad?"
"Because I didn't do it. That man did! I think he likes you!"
"Oh really? What was your first clue? I've been getting that ever since I met him. You are beginning to disinterest me, Cassandra."
"Oh… you're no fun!"
"Cassandra, darling. I do not get paid to be fun, nor will being fun get me back home any sooner. As for Mr. McPherson, I do not believe he holds my acquaintance because I am 'fun' but more for my cruel tone and influence."
"Wow. That was harsh." Jenny cut in, having heard everything because she was sitting in the room.
"Harsh? Jenny, this is why I am still single. They run away when they find out who I truly am."
"They do too. I can't tell you the amount of producers who would be kneeling at her every whim if she'd just be nice." Cassandra cut in.
"Nice? Fun? These words mean nothing to me as of now."
"You don't have fun?" Jenny asked.
"No. At least, not the way you or even Cassandra do. I don't consider going to the movies, getting high or drunk, or even playing videogames to be 'fun.' So there." Wow. Cannot believe they keep bothering me with this! I don't want to have any more to do with that man! I already have a ball to go to tonight, and no dance… I mean, he already likes me, but does Cassandra have to rub it in?
"Really? What do you do for fun then?" Jenny asked.
I thought for a while, trying to remember the last time I had done something "fun" and came up with what I told her. "I sit in my room, with an Alcatraz Smedry book, in my PJ bottoms and tank top. I stay there all day, with only meals of rocky road ice cream and salt & vinegar chips. And that is what I do for fun."
They sat and stared at me for a minute, then looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"What? That is what I do!" they didn't stop laughing at my confused protest.
They didn't stop laughing for several minutes, only frustrating and confusing me further. It wasn't fair. I don't understand humor the way they do!
Oh well. It's funny to them, let them laugh. I got a depressed druggy girl to laugh. YAY ME!
They finally calmed down enough for me to say something else. "Mr. McPherson and I have a date tonight. You girls want to help me pick a dress for the occasion?"
They cheered, so I took it as a yes, grabbed my wallet, told Jeff where we were going and took off.