Chapter Three: Pleasant Surprises.
Here’s the first two chapters if you have missed anything.
First Love Isn’t Always True Love 1
First Love Isn’t Always True Love Two
On with the story.
That evening Anna Marie arrived at Kitty’s apartment. In the guestroom was a small twin mattress laying on the simple headboard. There was only a small dresser chest with three drawers, but enough space for Anna Marie to put her clothes. Most of her things were still at apartment she shared with Cody, and she was in no hurry to go back there. In fact, part of her was scared ever to go back.
“I told it wasn’t much,” Kitty said, looking a little ashamed like the room should be more.
“It’s fine,” Anna Marie said. “And don’t worry, as soon as ah can find a place, ah’ll be out of ya hair.”
“Don’t be silly,” Kitty said. “To tell you the truth I was kind of lonely being here all by myself. Since Lance and I broke up, this place has been too quiet.”
“Lance? you still pining over him? That dumb jerk never deserved you.”
“Like Cody didn’t deserve you,” Kitty fired back at her. Anna Marie tried to look annoyed, but she had to admit Kitty was right. Even though she was a year younger than Anna Marie, when it came to dating Kitty had much more experience.
In high school Kitty had a new boyfriend every month, while Anna Marie only dated Cody. Looking back Anna Marie wondered why that was. Perhaps she was just scared. When she attended the boarding school in New York at her mother’s insistence, she was terrified. She was only fourteen at the time and never even been out of their small town of Mississippi. She and Cody had been best friends since she was six years old when she moved to Caldecott with her mother and brother, but she had been ecstatic when she learned that Cody would be going as well. The familiar, safe and dependable Cody, he was her lifeline, but as time moved on she became more independent. Making new friend helped, friends like Kitty who was her roommate three of her four years of high school, and her brother Kurt was there too. But now, for the first time since she was fourteen she was scared.
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