Hi there! Thanks for clicking on my story. Welcome to the fourth part of Time and Trust. I've been looking forward to writing this part since I began the story. Enjoy!
Thanks so much to the CC makers: TSR mainly, Noukie Sims, Raon Sims, XM Sims, PeggyZone, and SIMcredible. And thanks to the administration at TSR for giving us a great website.
Thanks so much to the CC makers: TSR mainly, Noukie Sims, Raon Sims, XM Sims, PeggyZone, and SIMcredible. And thanks to the administration at TSR for giving us a great website. Aimee sat on the front porch, staring wistfully at the front yard. She wasn't entirely sure why she was there, or what she would do afterward. All she knew was that it was a good place to think, and she sure needed some of that.
Though she tried to deny it, she couldn't get Jake off her mind. All of the memories from their childhood would come rushing back at the oddest moments, when she was least expecting them. The most confusing thing was, she found herself despising him. In some intruiged, fascinated manner. They had met when they were in preschool at age three, all the way until they were ten and her father had died. That was seven whole years spent as the very best of friends. She used to be certain that they would never be separate. But ten years ago, things had changed. Her whole world, spun around until nothing was normal, nothing was sure. First, her mother left, giving her no explanation. Then her dad died a year later. She had come home from school to find police cars everywhere. They explained everything, and gave her a ride to the local social worker. She had been lucky that the nearest orphanage was only a couple hours drive. She had spent a whole week there, under the care of tender Miss Robbins, one of the kindest women she had ever met. Then, Cara came to pick her up. Cara had never really explained why she had chosen to adopt a ten-year-old girl that no one else wanted. As far as Aimee understood, Cara had had a falling out with her boyfriend, and resolved that marriage wasn't in the near future. But she loved kids, and when she heard Aimee's story, she couldn't imagine leaving this girl in the orphanage, no matter how kind the owner was.
Aimee heard the doorbell, falling out of reverie abruptly. She got up, and peeked around the corner. Although her heart skipped a beat, somehow she wasn't surprised to see him there. She ducked back behind the wall again; he hadn't seen her yet.
Aimee knew that she couldn't face him. She remembered vividly that her story, with all the horrible details, had been plastered all over the front page of their small-town newspaper for a few days. No doubt Jake had heard or read something. Especially since they had been best friends. "Had" being the key word.
The doorbell rang again, three times in a row. Cara was out getting groceries, and she wouldn't be coming home any time soon. It was up to Aimee. Gathering her strength, Aimee forced herself around the corner and walked toward Jake in the most calm manner she could. He jumped, but quickly recovered himself and leaned comfortably against the window.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, her tone just short of icy, mainly emotionless.
"What do you think?" He grinned. "I'm here to see you. Aimee." She drew a sharp breath, and steeled herself.
"Look, I don't know how you found me, but this is getting a little creepy. I mean, you finding me everywhere. If I didn't know better, I would have thought you were following me. But that's not true, right?" Her tone was almost accusatory. "You mean, you're not happy to see me?" He asked, quickly evading her question. He tried to make light of the fact, but his face revealed that he was genuinely confused. "That's not it," Aimee said hurridly, looking away. They stood in silence for a moment.
"Then, what is it?" he said quietly. "Because it's obvious to me, and don't bother lying about it, you aren't entirely overjoyed." Sarcasm underlined the last word.
"To be honest, I'm not sure." She blew a breath out through pursed lips. "Look, how did you find me?"
"I'm not so much of an idiot that I can't figure out how use a phone book." he said. "If you remember and aren't too mad to think for a moment, we were pretty good friends. There was no way I was letting my mom throw out the newspaper before I saved every article about you. In one, it described how you were adopted by up and coming photographer Cara Fisher. When I moved into town, it wasn't long before I looked her up." He smiled ruefully. "Your address and number aren't exactly unlisted." Aimee tried to relax her rigid body. "Okay, look, why don't you come in for a minute. I'd rather not have this discussion on the front porch." He nodded, and opened the door.
"Ladies first," he said. Somehow, the gesture irked and delighted her at the same time. She decided to ignore it. He followed her into the front hall. He looked around quickly, trying not to make his curiousity apparent. She noticed anyway.
Keeping her voice from revealing anything, she said, "To my right is the business side of things. You know, the actual studio, dressing rooms, Cara's office." He nodded, and she walked on. "This is the formal living room. Cara does her business meetings in here, and it makes the whole house look really classy and modern." Jake started to say something, but muttered "nevermind", and Aimee moved on. "This is our rec room," she explained, walking in the next room.
"You know, based on the exterior of the house, I would have assumed the whole interior kept the same feeling. I often wondered how people could live with it all so formal, but being in here proves that all is not as it seems." His tone gave Aimee the jitters. The crazy thing was that he sounded like he knew what he was talking to. "So, um, how's things?" Aimee started awkwardly after they were seated. What on earth have I gotten myself into, she said to herself, silently reprimending her spur-of-the-moment choice. "Well, as you don't know, I've taken up studying family counselling and social work. It's a passion for me. I know in tough circumstances, having someone to talk to is a real help. When I was fourteen, my mom had a brief bout of cancer- she's okay now- and I went to see a counsellor. He talked to me and helped me work through some of my feelings. Even the nasty ones." "I decided not long after that I had to work as a counsellor when I got older. There was nothing else even competing for my attention. I guess you could say it was a dream." Aimee noticed that as he talked about his studies, his eyes just lit up. He came alive inside, and she could see that this really was his dream. His passion and fire began to relax her. Though she didn't want to, she could feel her defenses weakening. If he was studying family counselling, he couldn't be that big of a bad guy. Cara walked into the room at that moment. "Hi Aimee, I just got back-" She paused, noticing Jake. "I, uh, see we have company." Jake glanced over his shoulder and waved. "Um, yes, Cara, this is Jake Wilson. We were friends in elementary school. Jake, this is Cara, my guardian," Aimee said, rather uncomfortably.
"Hi! Nice to meet the famous Cara Fisher," Jake beamed, as close to starstruck as possible.
"Nice to meet you too. I'll leave you two alone," she said, her tone entertained. Aimee groaned inwardly. Almost all the time, it seemed like Cara was her sister. Now, it seemed like it was her mother speaking. After Cara left, Jake continued. "So, how about you? Seems like a nice place here. I've heard that you're really making a splash in the modeling world. I've seen a few of the ads, actually, I just didn't realize it was you." She cocked her head. He had seen her work. Interesting. "Well, yeah, when Cara took me in, she was just getting this place off the ground. One day, I guess I was fifteen, she asked me to help her with a new lighting scheme she was trying. I stepped in for a model that didn't show up. She noticed, and in her words, 'that my face was made for the camera'. I had no objections, so when work was slow, she would work with me on some portfolio images. Soon, the publishers began calling, asking for me to be in more ads. Things went from there." He looked honestly interested, and she forged on. "Actually, only a little while ago, I found out that my ranking on the Tops 100 models in a magazine Cara follows, was only 25." she said, trying to be as modest as possible.
Jake grinned. "Congratulations! That's a huge accomplishment." There was a moment of partially awkward silence. "Um, Aimee, I was wondering," he paused, took a breath, them looked right in my eyes. "How are you really doing?" Against her wishes, and too suddenly to be controlled, tears welled up in Aimee's eyes. She tried to wipe them away, but more kept coming. She tried to apologize, but the lump in her throat blocked all speech. "Oh, hey, Aimee, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. And me, a studying counsellor. Aimee, I'm sorry!" He was stumbling, stuttering, jarred at witnessing Aimee break down. Cara made a timely entrance and walked swiftly towards Jake. "Uh, Jake, no offense, but I think it would be a good time to leave," she said, gesturing to the door. Aimee tried to force down her emotion, but to no avail. As they walked away, Jake glanced over his shoulder worridly, before scurrying off. As they exited the room, Aimee heard Cara say, "I'll talk to her, don't you worry. She'll be in contact, I can assure you. Forgive me if I don't chat long." Jake muttered something, and she heard the front door open and close. Aimee let the tears flow. Thanks for reading! If the next part isn't out real soon, have no fear, I'm on vacation! Please comment, so I can improve.
'Till next time,
~Time and Trust~ Part 4
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