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Chapter Two



"Do you think I should wear the red tie or the yellow one? I like the blue stripes on the yellow, and I think that maybe the red one make me look like the tomato with jmy red hair, but there's nothing wrong with colour co-ordinating is there...Nila! Nila, for christs sake, are you even listening to me?"



Thud...



A handy notebook was the thing to bring Nila out of her reverie, as it collided with her head and and her eyes quickly came to rest on Amanda's face. Looking down and picking up the notebook, she threw it back at her.

"What was that for?" she asked as she rubbed her forehead where the book had impacted. "You probably bruised me and then I can sue you for abuse or have you arrested and put in prison for life, not that you have one anyway." She smirked, knowing well the reply that she would get from this.



Amanda smiled. "I have no life? Oh, I see. So i'm the loser with no life, meanwhile here you are staring off into space like an idiot with nothing better to do then write stories and wish that you had half the life that they do, while i'm getting ready to go to a killer punk concert that, right, you can't go to." Amanda picked up the notebook, lying open wide on the floor and put it back in it's place.

"I would degfinately see why you think I have no life, jealous."



Nila pretended to be shocked and hurt at her friend's words "Ohh, that was harsh, but thank you. Thank you so much for helping me to face that I am a pathetic loser because I have to hang out with an airhead like you all day. Maybe I should get some help or something, if I wait much longer I may actually become you, and we both know that the world doesn't deserve two people like you. I would suggest Napalm."



Amanda drew in a breath, the game growing more and more heated be the moment.



"You were always so good at sarcasm, but I had no idea that you had started using it to cover up your loser status. Besides the world could only beg for another person like me."



"Like a person begs for hell maybe. Oh, and I was only being sarcastic about me being a loser and about the napalm, the nukes would do such a better job of it."



With one look at eachother they both laughed. Amanda shook her head and smiled. "Now that was good, have you been planning that for weeks?"



Nila stood up to look at the two ties that Amanda had discarded on the floor. Forcing a serious look onto her face, she looked over to her friend. "Of course, why, did you think it was a bit forced, maybe to quickly said?"

This time she was able to block the notebook as it sailed toward her. Picking it up, she tried to make a jump shot to throw the book into the laundry basket, missing it by several inches and landing near the closet on the other side.



"Whoa Nila, leave the book be, it never did anything to you. It doesn't deserve the abuse, please take me instead.' This wascall said in a mock-pleading voiceas she dropped to her knees and picked up the book, holdin it tightly to her chest.

"No notebook, please don't leave me now, not when I need you for writing all of my deepest hopes and dreams and ... history notes. On second thought, show it who's boss, beat it up!"



As this continued on, the phone rang unexpectedly and Amanda lept to her feet to get it, pausing to point at the notebook and mock--threateningly say "Ha!You may live  to end the day, but mark my words, I will have your pages tomorrow!"



Laughing histerically at her friends stupidity, Nila had to catch her breath before shecould speak.

"Get the phone...they're going to hang up soon, it might be Sarah and Andy, and if you don't get it, they'll just leave you at home and go the concert by themselves."



"Oh...shit!" Amanda said as as she ran across room and threw herself over the bed to the phone answering it hurridly.



"Hello?Oh it's you, why do you always assume that she's here?Maybe she's not... no wait, don't hang up, wait! God! Here she is."

With a look of exasperation, she handed the phone over to Nila and laid back on the bed, putting her hands over her head in complete relaxation.

"Maybe I should answer the phone from now on with "Nila's answering service" or "Nila's Love Shack", what do you think?"



Nila smiled and covered the receiver. "Shut up Manda! How am I suppoesd to hear this if your talking to me like this."

Amanda simply flipped her the finger before grabbing the remote and turning on the radio on her CD player.



Nila  turned her attention back to the phone call. "Hello?" The phone was silent for a second.

"Oh your there, it's Adam." The voice came groggily.



"Adam,hi. I thought you were going to be gone all weekend at the cottage." Nila spoke with genuine surprise.

Adam laughed over the phone before speaking. "Well I was going to but I missed you so much that I decided to come home late last night and I just woke up.That's to bad, I was dreaming about you."



Nila smiled and tried not to seem to over happy though she almost had the notion to giggle.

"Oh really? And what was happening in this dream, were you saving me from burning at the stake?"



"No my beautiful wench, though I can definately see it. I dreamed that I came to your doorstep and flew you away to a private picnic on a dock beside a silver coloured lake. See, I can't even dream up something good, i'll try for egypt next time."



"Actually I kind of like the sound of it, although I do think that we should should string up some christmas lights if we're going to do that." Nila smiled as she pictured it all in her head.



"Only you would ever think of stringing them along a dock, even if it is just for a fantasy picnic. But I am a bit surprised that you haven't suggested fireflies or something along those lines."



Nila pictured him laying on his bed on the other end of the line, smiling at his thoughts of her.

"I considered that but I think that if we did that, they would all just fly away and leave us in the dark now wouldn't they."She laughed as she waited for his response.



Adam laughed with her before his voice became suddenly somber. "Probably, but I can't think of a single person that I would rather be stuck with in the dark then you. I guess that all soulnds supremely corny though and you are trying not to laugh at me. I guess it does seem like a cheap pick up line.



Nila was silent for a full minute, trying to figure out what exactly she wanted to say to assure him otherwise. "Well, yes it was corny and most girls might laugh. In fact if any other guy said that to me, I would probably laugh myself. But you are not some other guy, your my boyfriend and I think it's sweet because I know it's sincere."



She could almost feel his smile radiate through the phone. "Yeah, I am pretty great aren't I? No, anyway I guess your getting ready for that concert right noe. Is Manda going to wear the red tie or the yellow one? I think that the red one makes her look like a tomato or something. I guess that pretty much agree's with her personality though, fruity airhead. I think for now on i'll call her tossed salad."



Nila sighed and shook her head. 'They will never get along' she thought, and they had been together for two years. They probably still wouldn't if they lasted twelve.

"Um, I think she's going to wear the yellow tie instead of the red, she was thinking along the same lines as you so that's okay." Nila looked over to see Amanda pick up the yellow tie and pull it over her head, giving her the thumbs up sign. "But as for me, no tie. I'm going home at seven instead of to the concert, I have to watch Evan Taylor, mom's going out tonight so I have to play popcorn girl."



Adam laughed at this, at her, for a minute before summoning up as much sympathy as he could into his voice. "Your watching the monsters? You poor, poor girl. What's your mom doing?"



"It's a new yoga meditation class she signed up for a couple weeks ago. Tonights the first class, so i'll put a movie on and make them some popcorn. Then i'll spend the night working on my book."



"Oh, that's right, your book. How is it going?"



Nila had asked herself the same question over and over since her mother had complemented it last night. "I'm not really sure actually. At moments I think that it is pretty good, but at others I think that it's terrible and doesn't deserve to be seen at all."Nila sighed, her frusteration growing as she thought about it.



"I see', Adam said patiently. 'well maybe you will have to print some of it off  so I can give it a read, what do you think?"

Nila grimised when she thought of Adam's reaction to all of her other work. "If I did that though, I wouldn't get any honest critisism, you've always said that you like everything that I write, your biased."

Adam laughed again, and Nila smiles, uncertain of what he thought was so funny.



"You make me sound like i'm tainted or something. What happened to the whole honesty thing? If I didn't think that your work was good, I wouldn't say that it was, would I?" Adam's idea made sense but at the same time still left Nila uncertain.

"Well that's true, but maybe your great love for me is so overwhelming that you are blinded and forever doomed to think my writing is good when it deserves the garbage can rather then a bookshelf." Adam was able to note the sarcasm in her voice even in his half awake state.

"Okay, if you don't want me to read your work, I won't ask anymore, you don't have to let me, i'll wait until it's a national bestseller, then you can't stop me."



Nila sighed again."Listen, let me at least finish some of of it and then I may let you read some okay, if I like it."

"See you are a diplomat." Adam laughed."That's good. But I know you and Manda are busy so I will let you go, reluctantly of course and you can call me later tonight when your all alone and missing me, who knows, maybe I can even come to visit."

Nila closed her eyes and again pictured him, snuggled up with her on the couch watching a movie after her brothers went to bed. The vision made her smile softly, it seemed so right. But she shook her head and brought her attention beck to Adam.

"Thanks for the offer, but that's probably not a good idea tonite. I will call you later tonight though okay?"

"Well, just talking to you is good enough for me then. So i'll talk to you later then Nila, I love you."

Nila smiled. She loved how those words sounded. "I love you too. I'll call you and we can talk so I won't be too bored while I watch the boys. Bye"



Nila placed the phone back on the receiver and looked over to Manda who was silent for a moment before she pouted her lips and batted her eyelashes furiously.

"Oh  Adam! I love you so much, your so handsome and tall and...a complete idiot!"

Manda laughed at her joke as Nila shook her head and laid across the bed.

"I really don't understand it, why do you two never get along. It's been two years and the two of you can barely be civil. Why do you hate him so much?"

Manda looked at her for a second and then burst into a new fit of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Nila demanded, growing impatiant quickly. Manda gasped for breath a few times before she was able to control her laughter and speak understandably.

"Nothing, it's just that you get so mad about the two of us not liking eachother and you shouldn't.You have to remember that I knew him long before you did , all tanned and muscled and full of himself. Not even ten years of you dating him will ease the twelve that he was a jerk to me.



"I just find it so hard to believe that my boyfriend could ever be anything but the sweet guy that he is. I could never picture him as being a jerk."

Manda's eyebrows lifted. "That's because he plays super-boyfriend around you. But I don't expect you to listen to me, you never do."

"Nope, I don't, but you love me anyway. I have to run though, i'm making dinner tonight, Mac and Cheese, I could be a gourmet chef."

Manda grimised and then pretended to gag."I would rather not die of food poisoning, I don't even trust you to make coffee."

Nila rolled her eyes at her friend and walked over to the now ravaged-looking notebook, picking it up and throwing it to Manda.

"Go easy on it, i'll see you later, tossed salad."



Nila grabbed her bag and made it out the door before she heard the yell of confusion thqat made har laugh.



"Tossed salad? What!"