Summer Breeze II: The End of Summer (Read 7,071 times)

[fluffysmom]

Poor Sydney. I'm glad that Ceri didn't freak out. She was really calm for Sydney.

[Kpatch]

I think Marlena should have dropped everything to get to Sydney. But I'm glad Ceri was able to handle the situation. Seems like she will be good for Sydney.

[sportsgirl]

Poor Sydney, I wonder if she will ever get over her problems..Good thing Ceri was with her.

[gapeach]

I am so glad that Ceri had the thought to call Marlena and that she told Ceri how to help Sydney.

[Trey]

That was a sad but sweet chapter

[slyn11]

I love how you are using the journal in this story. Makes me feel so connected to her.

[André DiMera]

Chapter 7

DIMERA MANSION
Johnny was walking around, talking on his cell phone.
JOHNNY: You said she would be here by the weekend! Where is she?
Pause.
JOHNNY: Are you getting smart with me?
Pause.
JOHNNY: Look, pal, you're gonna regret the day you crossed the DiMeras.
Pause.
JOHNNY: Oh, so I'm talking to a funny guy now, huh?
Pause.
JOHNNY: Yeah, that's real funny. You know what else is funny?
There was a knock at the door.
JOHNNY: Whatever.
Johnny hung up his phone. Another knock came to the door.
JOHNNY: Coming! I'm coming! Geez, give me two seconds.
Johnny opened the door. Behind it was a young woman, of about 21. She had a hair color that could almost be considered reddish brown. She was gorgeous.
JOHNNY: Well, is this my lucky day or what?

PARK
Ceri was still holding Sydney, who was feeling much better.
SYDNEY: Thanks again for taking care of me during my freak out.
CERI: No problem, Syd. Like I said, I'll always be here to help you.
Marlena ran up.
MARLENA: Oh my gosh! Sydney, are you okay?
SYDNEY: Yeah, Grandma. I'm fine. What are you doing here?
MARLENA: Ceri called me. She said you were having another flashback. It took me a little while, but I had Roman trace the call and I came here.
SYDNEY: I did have a flashback, but Ceri helped me through it.
MARLENA: Good. That's good.
SYDNEY: Oh, by the way, I should probably introduce you two. Ceri, this is my Grandma Marlena. Grandma, this is Ceri.
MARLENA: We, um, we met over the phone.
CERI: Yeah, but it's nice to finally meet you in person. Syd's told me a lot about you.
MARLENA: She's told me a lot about you, too. So, Sydney, how are you?
SYDNEY: I'm okay. Ceri helped me calm down while I was freaking out. So, I'm feeling a lot better now.
MARLENA: Good. So, are you two still on your date?
SYDNEY: I hope we are. If Ceri still wants to have our date.
CERI: Of course I do, if you think you're up for it.
SYDNEY: I am.
MARLENA: Well, all right, then. I will see you two later.
SYDNEY: Okay, bye Grandma.
CERI: I'l walk Sydney over to your house after the date's over.
Marlena walked away.
SYDNEY: So, do you still want to go see that movie?
CERI: Yeah, if you do. I'm happy with doing whatever you wanna do. I just want to make sure you're okay.
SYDNEY: Yeah, I'm better. Thanks to you.
CERI: So, what do you wanna do?
SYDNEY: Let's go see that movie.
CERI: Sounds good to me.
Ceri and Sydney walked off together towards the theater.

[MrsM]

Great chapter Andre!

[fluffysmom]

I'm glad that Marlena came to check on Sydney. I hope Sydney can relax and have some fun on her date.

[sportsgirl]

I have a funny feeling the young girl that came for Johnny is not a prostitute....So hard to believe that sweet little Johnny has become so hardened & cruel.

[André DiMera]

Chapter 8

DIMERA MANSION
The girl walked in.
GIRL: We've been over this before, Johnny. I'm too old for you.
JOHNNY: It's Giovanni. And, hey, a guy can dream, can't he?
GIRL: You're more than welcome to dream, but it ain't gonna happen in real life. I'm 21, you're 16. it would inappropriate.
JOHNNY: I'm 17, actually.
GIRL: Not much better.
The girl sat down on the couch.
GIRL: So, tell me, why have I been summoned here?
JOHNNY: Remember summer camp back when you were 17 and I was 13? How much fun it was?
GIRL: Yeah.
JOHNNY: And, I seem to recall that at some point during that camp, that you needed a favor. And I helped you with that favor.
GIRL: Oh, god! Not this again!
JOHNNY: Well, now, I need a favor.
GIRL: Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret this? Okay, I'll bite. What's the favor, Johnny?
JOHNNY: Philip Kiriakis is putting on an end of summer beach party. Now, I'm sure that single people could show up if they wanted to, but Giovanni DiMera does not go to parties stag. So, you are going to be my date to the party.
GIRL: Johnny, we just talked about this. You're too young for me.
JOHNNY: Oh, come on. It's not like we'd be doing it or anything. All you need to do is show up as my date. Besides, you are the most gorgeous woman I know.
GIRL: When's the party?
JOHNNY: is that a yes?
GIRL: When is the party?
JOHNNY: Not this coming weekend, but next weekend.
GIRL: Short notice much?
JOHNNY: Hey, it's not my fault I hired idiots who couldn't track you down.
GIRL: Give me a few days to think about it. I'll let you know a few days before the party. I'm gonna go see my sister.
The girl got up and left the Mansion.

THE PARK
Ceri and Sydney were walking, hand in hand, from the movie theater.
CERI: That was so awesome!
SYDNEY: I know! Best X-Men movie ever!
CERI: What'd you think of Apocalypse?
SYDNEY: I wasn't too sure when I heard who was playing him, but after watching this movie, he was amazing!
CERI: I know! Plus, I love the new guy they got to play Wolverine!
SYDNEY: Yeah. How did they get out of him looking completely different again?
CERI: It's supposedly facial disfiguration caused by the events of the previous movie.
SYDNEY: Oh, yeah. So, I've got a question for you.
CERI: What's up?
SYDNEY: You know that summer beach party that you're Aunt Mel and Philip are putting on?
CERI: Yeah.
SYDNEY: Would you be at all interested in...in going with me?
CERI: Sure. I'd love to.
Sydney smiled.
SYDNEY: Great.

[gapeach]

Wonder who the sister is???

[sportsgirl]

Is this girl Chloe's younger sister? I can't remember her name...

[gapeach]

Could be... her name is Joy.

[fluffysmom]

I think the party will be very interesting and full of surprises.