The sisters idea
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*Ricky*
"What exactly do you think buying a dress for her is going to do? Bribe her?" Damien asks me with sarcasm.
"No, I just wanted to buy her a nice dress. Is that so bad?"
"Coming from you? Yes. You don't do nice things like that unless something is in return for you." He gave me a look as if he knew me better then myself.
"Maybe I just wanted to be different for once " Was all I could say. Giving the dress to her was in hopes I would see her again and she would see i could give her more then her husband could ever. We got home from our business and Rebecka was sitting on the porch. She stands as we get out.
"Finally. I've been waiting hours for you." She says with her bitchy attitude she always gives.
"Now now sister, don't pout it gives you wrinkles." I say as I laugh it off. Damien laughs as well and Rebecka scowls at both of us.
"Well, keep it up and I won't give you a note from the girl that stopped her for you Rickypoo. Blue and white dress? Long but not to long, not puffy. Just a slim dress. Ring a bell? Long brown hair?"
I stopped laughing and looked at her. Elizabeth was here?
"A note? What does it say?" I put my hand out and she hands it to me. It made me pissed, I crumpled it and walked in the house. This isn't goodbye. It will be goodbye when I say it's goodbye. Tomorrow I will stop by the dress store to see if she really returned it, if so I will deliver it to her myself.
"Damien! Come here." I yell to my brother.
"What's up?" He says kind of half like, knowing my temper gets the best of me sometimes.
"Get Elizabeth's phone number for me. I don't care if you have to go through her neighbors. Just get it." He says okay and walks out the door. I uncrumple the note and just read it over and over again. This isn't the end of us. I want her. I will have her. If I have to be her friend first to get her, then I will do that. I will do whatever it takes to be with her.
"So, who is she?" Rebecka says as she walks in my study.
"A girl I met. She's different Rebecka. Not like any girl I've met. Her energy is calming."
"Almost enough to cool you down if something goes wrong?" She sarcastically asks me.
"Feels that way. She saw me doing business and hid, but as soon as I saw her face there was something in me telling me I want her, not to hurt her." Rebecka just gives me a blank stare.
"Let me be-friend her and then you can get as close to her as you want. I can always go get her whenever without her husband getting mad, I will say the dress is from me. Then you guys can stay friends and maybe eventually you will get what you want." She said this with the most serious face. Why would she do this for me?
"Why?" Was all I managed to reply.
"Well first of all I'm going to need friends if I'm going to be living out here. You and Damien are always gone doing business and it'd be nice to get out without having to go anywhere alone. Secondly, if she means this much to you just by barely knowing her, she must be special and a good person. It would be nice having a girl friend or even maybe bestfriend one day without thinking she's going to turn on me."
This shocked me even more. Rebecka was always a loner. In school she wasn't, she had lots of friends. But as an adult we didn't see much of her with friends. Just the ones that would randomly come around when they wanted her to buy stuff for them knowing she had money because of who our family is.
"Okay, if you really want to do this. I can bring you there tomorrow. I want to talk to her anyways. We will-"
"No" She cuts me off. "Let me go alone and talk to her. We've already been introduced since she came here while you were gone. She knows who I am. But I want to make a friend without you around so if something happens between the two of you she can remain my friend."
Wow, she's really serious about all of this. I guess I should let her. What could go wrong with a girl showing up to Elizabeth's house? It couldn't make things worse. Maybe being around my sister would actually make it better for me. Maybe it would make her miss me.
The night felt slow, Damien succeeded in getting Elizabeth's phone number but I didn't call. I will let Rebecka do her thing and maybe that will win her over. I couldn't sleep. Elizabeth is taking over my mind and I don't like it. I'm going to tell Rebecka to talk her into coming over tomorrow. Without returning the dress. I don't want her to return it. I want to see her wear it next to me.
*Elizabeth*
The night felt slow, same thing as usual Ben ignoring me tonight and going to bed late without being able to fall asleep. Im almost glad Ricky wasn't there when I showed up. I don't think I would have been able to say goodbye in person. He would be persistent and I know it. He doesn't want me out of his life, but why? We don't even know each other that well.
The next morning my routine was the same, get Ben up, make his coffee, then get the kids up and make their breakfast. They all went off to work and school then I cleaned up and started laundry.
*Knock knock*
Oh no. I didn't hear a car pull up but I'm so worried it's Ricky because of the note.
"Elizabeth? Are you home?" I hear faintly. It's a woman though but who? I guess anyone is better then Ricky. I go over to the door and open it. It's- It's his sister. What was her name again? Did she even tell me? At this point I can't remember. Why is his sister at my door step.
"Hi- I'm not sure if you remember me. I'm Rebecka. Your note passer person" She giggled.
"Hello, uhm- please come in." I didn't know what to say and that's the only thing that came out of my mouth. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"No thank you. I just want to ask you something." Oh boy. Is it going to be something about Ricky? "Do you mind being my friend? I can stay completely neutral between you guys." That's a kind of odd request.
"Okay, is there a reason you chose me as a friend?" I ask as politely as possible.
"I've heard a lot about you and just want a trust worthy friend. You seem that way. I just moved back and I don't really have friends." She said it like it was normal for her. There wasn't even sadness in her voice or expression.
"Okay. That seems like a very understanding reason. Let's be friends then." I replied. Maybe this would be good for both of us.
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