Sunday, August 21, 2011

C is for Chrissa

I had two choices.
The first was to sit here in my room and play Angry Birds on my iPod like I had been all Summer.
The second was to face up to the facts and go to Matt's house and apologize.

And since I have a conscience, I chose going to the Riden residence.

I walked slowly up their driveway. With every step I took, another caterpillar underwent metamorphosis and turned into a butterfly in my stomach.

When I got to their door, I stared at the light brown wooden door, then - without realizing it - I knocked.

"Oh no.." I whispered, grabbing my hand.

Before I could run away, a smiling woman was hugging me and exclaiming “CHRISSA MAXWELL? OH, IT’S BEEN SO LONG!”

I was hugging her back and smiling too – Mrs. Riden has one of those contagious smiles.

“It has been, Mrs. Riden.” I giggled.

”Are you here to see Matt?” She asked, raising and eyebrow.

I nodded.

“Oh, well his room is the second door on the left.” She tilted her head in the direction of a hallway and I was on my way.

My feet took me to a door with some blue tack on it. I toyed with it nervously, then the door opened suddenly.

“Chrissa? Oh gosh, your eye…” He trailed off, noticing my black eye. I really hope his mother hadn’t noticed it too.

“Can we talk?” I asked, ignoring his statement.

“Like old times?” He asked.

“Like old times.” I confirmed.

He went and sat on his bed and patted the spot next to him, which I took.

“What happened with us?” I asked.

“Well, on New Year’s Eve, I thought I had it all figured out. I was going to tell you how I feel, you were going to feel the same way, then we were going to run out in the snow and kiss like they do in those sappy romantic movies that my mom watches. I told you, and you felt the same way. I was so excited. Then, we didn’t talk about it for weeks. You tried to bring it up, but I didn’t want to talk about it. I was scared. I told you because I had – what I will now call – ‘New Year’s Courage.’ Then, when you did ask, I blew up. I was so confused, and I had a feeling in my heart that you would never feel the same way.” He trailed off. I nodded, which told him that I was listening and then I gave him the okay to go on.

“Then, on Valentine’s Day, I was excited because I took it as another chance at happiness with you. I didn’t tell you in person, but that didn’t make it any less true. Then, I made the same mistake of not talking it out with you until it probably was a bad time.” He sighed.

“What about Beth?” I asked, remembering his one time fling with Beth Landers.

“We were Science partners. We were hanging out, and then I went to talk to you and she followed me, and you looked so happy without me. So I told you that she was my girlfriend, when she really wasn’t. I got a C on the project we were partners on, but I don’t mind. A C is actually really good. A C is the third letter in the alphabet, and I would really like a third chance at your heart. Also, C stands for Chrissa.” He smiled a little at the end. I smiled too.

“You’re not going to make a joke of this?” I asked. Almost immediately, he shook his head.

”I’m not dreaming?” I asked.

“If you were dreaming would you feel this?” He asked, then kissed me softly.

I pulled back and blushed.

”So, I guess Mattrissa’s on then?”

“What in the name is that?” He chuckled.

“Our couple name.” I giggled.

“Yeah, Mattrissa’s on.” He kissed my cheek and we laughed.


Friday, August 19, 2011

You Were Never There At All

Click, clack, click, clack.

I could hear Becca pacing in her room which was, to my misfortune, right above mine. I grabbed a broom and hit the ceiling a few times; this happened every day.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT CHRISSA?" I could hear her yell.
"SOME PEACE AND QUIET, THANK YOU VERY MUCH." I yelled back. I was so annoyed I couldn't see straight.

The clicking and clacking stopped for about 5 minutes, then started again. I fell back on my bed. Rebecca Rubin was impossible to live with.

I heard a soft knock on my door and got up to go answer it, but right as I was reaching my hand to the knob the door came and hit me in the face.

"OW!" I called out before I could help it and my hand flew to my eye.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." An all too familiar voice with an English accent apologized.

My eyes widened, and I looked up to see Matthew Riden, in the flesh, looking down at me with sad eyes.

"Matt?" I was awestruck. After a good 4 months of no talking, he just waltzes back into my life? God is surely mocking me. I know it.

"Hello Maxie - I mean - Chrissa." He greeted. I couldn't decide on whether to hit him, kick him, hug him, or kiss him. I should have done all four, but I just waved awkwardly with my free hand.

"I'm really sorry about your eye." He apologized once more.

"Don't worry about it, it's not the biggest issue on the table right now.." I trailed off.

"Then what is?" He raised an eyebrow.

"The fact that you think you can leave my life right after you tell me that you love me, then come back right when I realize that you never did." I wanted to raise my voice, I wanted to scream, I wanted to kick and punch and slap; but all I did was stand there and tremble.

"Chrissa, I can explain.." He started, but I cut him off.

"Explain what? How you lead me on? How you broke my heart? How you acted like I was your best friend when I'm pretty sure I meant NOTHING to you? You've basically done all of the explaining that had to be done these past 4 months." I sent him a cold look then pushed him out into the hallway.

"Chrissa, please." He pleaded.

"Goodbye, Matt. Thanks for never really being there at all." I slammed the door in his face, then sat on my bed and cried silently.


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Remember Me?

Chrissa? Chrissa Maxwell? The girl with forty-thousand sisters? The girl with blue eyes and brown hair? The girl whose blog you might have read? The girl whose blog stopped suddenly?

Well, that's me. I know it's been a while - well - more like four months, sorry! I'm back though, back and better than ever? Well, I hope. So, yes. This blog is back in action. Even though my sisters' blogs (Remember Pru and Julia?) their blogs are dead, but hey, maybe they'll want to pick up a laptop and start writing again like me!

It's crazy how far this blog has come, with 60 posts and 47 followers. It's also crazy to look back and realize just how much I have changed. I used to be a girl who would let people walk all over her, but now, I am getting a little better at voicing my opinion. I used to only have 3 sisters, but now I have 12! It's insane. Borderline insanity.

Oh, and, Mel wants me to say that her name really isn't Melanie - that was a cyber name - her real name is Halle (and she'll be referred to on this blog as Halle too.)

So, I guess I should help you all get caught up, huh?

Well, let's see, where were we when I left...

Sonny, Kenna, and Mikayla.

Well, being re-united with my best friend was bittersweet. Yeah, that's an accurate word; Bittersweet.

It was sweet to see her, she has grown up so much (and so have I) and it was great to see her again. We went everywhere together. I told her all about Matt, (Hey, remember him?) and she told me about all about the factory.

It was bitter because I knew that she couldn't stay with me forever, but we write to each other every day.

Now, about Matt...

He's a mystery. A. Big. English. Mystery.

We're still best friends, but we never speak of the Valentine's Day incident, and whenever I try to bring it up, he always brings up something else. It's basically the most annoying thing in the world.

My sisters? They're great. Loud, but great.

How are Rebecca, Julie, and Liz doing?
Well, you'll have to check out Rebecca's blog for her whole story, but Elizabeth and Julie are just fine.

Well, now that all of that is done and you are all (hopefully) caught up, let's get this blog back on track and this blogger back to bloggin'!