The Life Lessons That A Day Care Sitter Can Teach You - Monday
Chapter 4 : The Life Lessons That A Day Care Sitter Can Teach You - Thursday
What can Liza mess up this time? Well let's see...Darcie likes her older brother. That could give Liza a reason to screw with the newfound order in Darcie's life.
He looked dead. Or near dead. But I knew he was still alive, because I could see Lane's shakey left hand trying to make legible handwriting on the Sign Out sheet. He was very unsuccesful. His eyes were puffy and his nose was too red to benatural. Between this almost-dead Lane and hyper Liza, you couldn't find a resemblance.
Lane looked like he was trying to find himself. Maybe he was lost in stormy seawater under a huge, soggy cloud of depression. He forced a small half-smile onto his face and then asked if we had any water he could takea drink of. I got him a glass and poured the water into it slowly, as myheart was being weighed down as well by his gloom. The glass shook as he brought it to his perfectly angled lips.
"Lane, are you okay?" I didn't want to intrude on his life, but he needed asking.
"Yeah...but Kirsten, remember that girl I introduced you to...well, this is our first week here...and it's summer...and she started hanging out with me...then we started dating...and there's just this guy...he's a senior that will be graduating this year...well I don't really know him, but Kirsten does. In fact, she saw another side of him...one that's not G-Rated."
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry I made you say that. Are you okay? Do you wanna sit down for a while?"
"Sure. I'm in no rush to go home to my parents and tell them why my new friend doesn't hang out with me anymore. I did break up with her, though. That's the only good thing about this. Do you really enjoy listening to me babble and whine like this?"
"I'm happy to. Besides, none of the children are feeling needy, so I have a break. And only talk if you want to. It's alright." (and I totally meant it's alright)
"Well, I saw them making out and so I just waited until the end of the day, when she was walking out of the resturaunt to my car. Then I could her I didn't want to be such a horrible boyfriend that she would need to have two. She just walked away and muttered some words I shouldn't say around these kids."
"Wow. That's a good line." I got up to get Sammy, the crying child, out of his crib and feed him. Lane watched me the whole time.
"Hey, Darcie, what's that in your back pocket?"
"Uh...nothing...well something...but nothing."
"So you're going to let me spill the fact that I cried like a wuss and I'm such a bad boyfriend that I make a girl need another one as well, but you won't let me read a note? That'scruel."
"Nope, you can't read it." He didn't need to see my writing. It was weird and stupid. And I didn't need Mr. Perfect seeing that. THe little clip of writing I had written today was horrible. Incredibly horrible.
"What? Why not? Is it a love note?"
"No, I don't have anybody to write me a love note."
"Well, then I guess it's my job to write you one. I'll remember to do that sometime."
"Whatever, Lane."
"So it's a deal. I give you a love note and you let me read that note."
"Sorry, don't think so." I was still standing up with Sammy and he was silenceing him self a little more every minute, so I put him down to go back to sleep. But as I bent over, Lane reached into my pocket (my butt pocket) and grabbed the note. He's lucky I was busy with Sammy.
"Hey! Give me that back!", I whispered as I was still snuggling Sammy into his bed and did not want to reawaken him.
"Don't think so! Well, let's see here. Ooh you write poetry. And it's not even the rhyming kind. How advanced. Excuse me all you little listeners out there, I shall stand on this chair and read aloud a clip of writing from your dearest...Darcie! Please pay the best attention that your small brains and little ears can to the following:
I want people to be able to notice the dancing hearts in my eyes when I am in love.
I want to know how to rearrange my life in a way that will shock all who see it.
I want to believe it will all be okay the exact momment I hear your lips form the words.
I want to know with such little explaination that no breath is wasted.
I want to see the effects of the world working my itself for a change.
I want to feel the anger rush away from my body and be sure it will never come back.
I want to impact the world with such a big dent that is is never forgotten.
I want to smell the sweet scent of the words 'I love you' underneath my nose.
I want to look in the mirror and not see the image everyone tries so hard to pointlessly acheive, but the image I make for myself that is forever engraved in me, making it permanently unchangeable."
He finished and walked over to where I was sitting, waiting to here the insult often given to me, saying how strange I was. But he didn't say that. He just looked at me in pure curiousity.
"Wow, that was good."
"No it still needs to be edited and changed and a whole lot of other adjustments need to be--"
"It's perfect."
We store into each others' eyes and I felt like he saw what he was looking for when he first walked in. Lane leaned in. I leaned in. I could smell the sweet peppermint in his breath as we were only an inch apart. Already, I was excited and happy and my heart was going crazy. But then, just as the momment was incredibly perfect--
"LANE!! I wanna go home now! You're taking forever!"
Thanks, Liza.
Lane and I backed away from each other and we both blushed. There went Heaven.
"Kay, Liza. Sorry Dicey. Let's go."
"Bye, guys."
"Bye. Seeya tomorrow, Dicey."
Somewhere in the next two minutes, Liza came back in with a wad of cash.
"Here is the payment my mom owes you. Lane says you should count it and be sure it's enough."
I opened up the bills. A note fell out that was labeled on the outside, "To Darcie, I owe you this love note". I had to be professional, though, so I counted the money.
"Thanks, Liza. This is enough. See you tomorrow."
She waved goodbye and I opened the love note:
Lane looked like he was trying to find himself. Maybe he was lost in stormy seawater under a huge, soggy cloud of depression. He forced a small half-smile onto his face and then asked if we had any water he could takea drink of. I got him a glass and poured the water into it slowly, as myheart was being weighed down as well by his gloom. The glass shook as he brought it to his perfectly angled lips.
"Lane, are you okay?" I didn't want to intrude on his life, but he needed asking.
"Yeah...but Kirsten, remember that girl I introduced you to...well, this is our first week here...and it's summer...and she started hanging out with me...then we started dating...and there's just this guy...he's a senior that will be graduating this year...well I don't really know him, but Kirsten does. In fact, she saw another side of him...one that's not G-Rated."
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry I made you say that. Are you okay? Do you wanna sit down for a while?"
"Sure. I'm in no rush to go home to my parents and tell them why my new friend doesn't hang out with me anymore. I did break up with her, though. That's the only good thing about this. Do you really enjoy listening to me babble and whine like this?"
"I'm happy to. Besides, none of the children are feeling needy, so I have a break. And only talk if you want to. It's alright." (and I totally meant it's alright)
"Well, I saw them making out and so I just waited until the end of the day, when she was walking out of the resturaunt to my car. Then I could her I didn't want to be such a horrible boyfriend that she would need to have two. She just walked away and muttered some words I shouldn't say around these kids."
"Wow. That's a good line." I got up to get Sammy, the crying child, out of his crib and feed him. Lane watched me the whole time.
"Hey, Darcie, what's that in your back pocket?"
"Uh...nothing...well something...but nothing."
"So you're going to let me spill the fact that I cried like a wuss and I'm such a bad boyfriend that I make a girl need another one as well, but you won't let me read a note? That'scruel."
"Nope, you can't read it." He didn't need to see my writing. It was weird and stupid. And I didn't need Mr. Perfect seeing that. THe little clip of writing I had written today was horrible. Incredibly horrible.
"What? Why not? Is it a love note?"
"No, I don't have anybody to write me a love note."
"Well, then I guess it's my job to write you one. I'll remember to do that sometime."
"Whatever, Lane."
"So it's a deal. I give you a love note and you let me read that note."
"Sorry, don't think so." I was still standing up with Sammy and he was silenceing him self a little more every minute, so I put him down to go back to sleep. But as I bent over, Lane reached into my pocket (my butt pocket) and grabbed the note. He's lucky I was busy with Sammy.
"Hey! Give me that back!", I whispered as I was still snuggling Sammy into his bed and did not want to reawaken him.
"Don't think so! Well, let's see here. Ooh you write poetry. And it's not even the rhyming kind. How advanced. Excuse me all you little listeners out there, I shall stand on this chair and read aloud a clip of writing from your dearest...Darcie! Please pay the best attention that your small brains and little ears can to the following:
I want to be mad when I mean itand have flames be visible in my eyes.
I want people to see the cold ice in my eyes when they get under my skin.I want people to be able to notice the dancing hearts in my eyes when I am in love.
I want to know how to rearrange my life in a way that will shock all who see it.
I want to believe it will all be okay the exact momment I hear your lips form the words.
I want to know with such little explaination that no breath is wasted.
I want to see the effects of the world working my itself for a change.
I want to feel the anger rush away from my body and be sure it will never come back.
I want to impact the world with such a big dent that is is never forgotten.
I want to smell the sweet scent of the words 'I love you' underneath my nose.
I want to look in the mirror and not see the image everyone tries so hard to pointlessly acheive, but the image I make for myself that is forever engraved in me, making it permanently unchangeable."
He finished and walked over to where I was sitting, waiting to here the insult often given to me, saying how strange I was. But he didn't say that. He just looked at me in pure curiousity.
"Wow, that was good."
"No it still needs to be edited and changed and a whole lot of other adjustments need to be--"
"It's perfect."
We store into each others' eyes and I felt like he saw what he was looking for when he first walked in. Lane leaned in. I leaned in. I could smell the sweet peppermint in his breath as we were only an inch apart. Already, I was excited and happy and my heart was going crazy. But then, just as the momment was incredibly perfect--
"LANE!! I wanna go home now! You're taking forever!"
Thanks, Liza.
Lane and I backed away from each other and we both blushed. There went Heaven.
"Kay, Liza. Sorry Dicey. Let's go."
"Bye, guys."
"Bye. Seeya tomorrow, Dicey."
Somewhere in the next two minutes, Liza came back in with a wad of cash.
"Here is the payment my mom owes you. Lane says you should count it and be sure it's enough."
I opened up the bills. A note fell out that was labeled on the outside, "To Darcie, I owe you this love note". I had to be professional, though, so I counted the money.
"Thanks, Liza. This is enough. See you tomorrow."
She waved goodbye and I opened the love note:
dinner?
*the poem is mine, and I totally wrote that by myself. so please don't steal. Thanks for reading!
*the poem is mine, and I totally wrote that by myself. so please don't steal. Thanks for reading!
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