The Lyrics in Life 8

Well here's the next installment to my surprisingly popular now best-selling (lol it's free) novel.  What you've been waiting for... to find out what Ava will do.  What will she do?  Will she... ok haha I'll just start typing =] haha and stop the rambling

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That night, I went to sleep with so many unanswered questions and a horrible feeling in my gut.
- Why did Josh have to ditch me, and not tell me what he was thinking?
- Why did I have to go in the hall and bump into Chris?
- Why did I have to agree to dance with him?
- Why, oh why, does he have to be so darn cuh-ute?
- Why did he have to kiss me?
- Why did he kiss me?
- Why did it seem as though both Amanda and Josh were mad at me?
- Was Amanda not telling me something?
- Was Josh not telling me something?
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I slept in late since it was a Saturday... and because I couldn't get out of bed.  I just didn't have enough will power to get out of bed, knowing how much drama I'd have to deal with.  Finally at 11:30 I decided I had to get up or my parents would know something's wrong.  I didn't even bother getting dressed.  What was the point, if I didn't plan on leaving the house?  I walked into the kitchen, still in my pajamas, and took a seat at the dinner table.  My mom was doing the dishes.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?
"Nothing," I said with a smile, "Why would you think that?"
"Because you're usually up before 9:30 and you're still in your PJ's."
"Oh," I replied, as though I didn't realize that.  Even though I totally did.
"Well whatever it is, don't let it make you forget about about our dinner plans for tonight.  Ya know, with the Landrys.
"Oh my gosh!  I forgot!"
How could I forget we were having Josh's family over for dinner tonight, I thought as I ran in my room; and locked myself in, as though that were going to lock out all my problems.
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I spent all day in my room, and I planned to stay there for as long as possible.  I looked at my phone.  Five missed calls.  Three from Josh.  Two from Amanda.  Nine new text messages.  Four from both Josh and Amanda, and one from... Chris.
I opened the message from Chris.
y did u run last night? maybe we can hang out this weekend
Oh surrre, I thought.  Not!  I first had to figure out what was up with Josh and Amanda before I screwed anything else up.
I opened the messages from Amanda.
hi
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pick up ur fone
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we need to talk
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hello?
I opened the messages from Josh.
hey
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we need to talk
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well we have the dinner thing tonight
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I'll ttyl

Well looks like one thing was the same, they both wanted to talk to me... But only one would get the chance... Josh.
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Ding Dong!  Oh gawd... the fateful doorbell.  I straightened my small black cocktail dress.  The hem line was about half-way in between my hips and my knees.  It was perfect 'cause then it wasn't too short or too long.  The straight neck line was low... but not too reevealing.  I turned the knob, and slowly opened the door.  There was Mr. and Mrs. Landry, Jen (16), Trevor (12), and Gabriella a.k.a. Ella (10), and ahvcourse Josh.
"Come on in!" I held the door open and greeted them.  "Their here!" I screamed.
One by one they walked in.  I turned away when Josh spoke to me.  Not 'cause I wanted to be mean, but because I didn't know if I could hold back the tears if I looked at him.  Trevor ran off to hang with Dash, and Ella ran of to play with Delilah.  Jen was talking to my mom about school and the new fashions, ya know the usual.  Josh walked up to me, but I couldn't look him in the eye so I just kept staring at my feet.
"Hi." He almost whispered, in a low and soft voice.
I looked up at him.  Big mistake, but I did.
"Hey," I mumbled.
"Look can we talk?  I just wanna talk to you."
"Sure, why don't we go to the backyard for some privacy."
We walked out on the porch in the backyard.  I sat on the bench swing.  He sat next to me.  It was a beautiful summer night.
"I wanted to let you know," he said. "I was kinda surprised when you kissed Chris last night."
"Oh... yeah..." I stared at my hands in my lap.
"And also I asked Amanda out again, last night... and she said yes."
My heart stopped.  It felt like someone had just ripped my heart out.
"What?"
"She finally said yes.  And our first date is tomorrow at 7 we're seeing a movie."
"Whoa wait what happened to liking Nikki?" I asked, just trying to find something that might make this untrue... like this wasn't happening.  But it was.
"I don't know... I mean she's cute but I think she was just an excuse to get Amanda of my mind, ya know?"
"Oh... yeah."
"So I guess you and Chris are going out now?"
"What?" Right before I said no... the little devil on my shoulder spoke up.  "Oh yeahh, we are, I thought maybe I'd give him another chance."
"Oh? Oh.  Umm... that's cool, I guess..."
"Yeah.  It's getting kinda cold out here why don't we go inside," I recommended.
"Yeah." He agreed, even though we both knew it wasn't even close to cold it was the perfect summer night.
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All night I couldn't stop thinking about Josh and Amanda.  Oh and not to forget my new boyfriend, Chris.  Later after the Landrys left, I reopened the text message from Chris, and hit reply.
heyyy I'd lovve to do something this weekend how about tomorrow movies at 7?
A couple minutes later, he answered back.
cool it's a date then
Oh yess... it is a date, I thought.  And isn't a coincidence that we just might see Josh and Amanda there?
"Whatever" by Jordan Pruitt
I thought she was such a good friend of mine,
but lately she's driving me crazy.
She keeps saying that I already crossed the line,
by spending time with who she's dating. Whatever.
I don't think she understands who I am,
Or cares about what she's breaking.
I'm so fed up and I wanna scream,
Cause I'm sick of her jealousy.
But she won't let it go,
So I gotta try to show that I won't let it bother me.
I can't pretend that it doesn't ever bother me.
All this stressing, negativity.
I feel so misunderstood,
I only wish I could change the
way she feels about me...