Lucy-Furr, Part III
Last time, on Soap Opera Sunday
“What? What happened? Is Dan okay?” I ask, hearing my voice sounding slightly shrill
“Oh yeah he’s fine,” Dad assures me, ” I dropped him off and saw him inside, then I backed out of the driveway. As I did, I heard a car engine start up behind me. I looked in the rearview mirror but didn’t see any lights. Then I saw this car driving slowly behind me.”
“So were they following you?” I question
“Well, I wasn’t sure, but just in case, I took a few detours. Mainly, I drove around many blocks making lots of turns and still they stayed behind me, lights off.”
“What did you do next?” I ask in a whisper
“Well, I stopped in front of a house and waited a moment. I saw them turn the corner and pull to the curb a few hundred feet behind me.”
“Did they leave then?” I ask
“Nope, I got out and walked up to their car. The drivers window was down…” at this point my dad snickers, “…boy, I could teach them a thing or two about following someone discreetly, and you sure as heck don’t do it with your windows rolled down or your doors unlocked. Anyway I asked the driver if she was following me.”
At this point I think, You did WHAT?!?!?
“She couldn’t even speak. I told her if I ever saw her following me again I’d call the cops with her license plate number and car make. She sped off and I drove around a while more to make sure they didn’t come back. Then I came home.”
Now I think, “You beautiful beautiful dad you!!!
My mind is racing. Was it really Janna? What was she planning to do to my house? Egg it? Toilet Paper it? Or worse, what if she was planning to do something to me?!? The thought makes me shudder. Then I remember what my dad said earlier.
“So did you say there was someone with her?” I ask
“Oh yeah, another girl her age was in the passenger seat.”
My dad describes them as best he can , since it was very dark. I call Dan right away. Thankfully he answers, and quickly, worried about the reason for such a late call. I sigh with relief to hear his voice and relate the incident, supplying a description of the car and the girls.
“Yeah,” Dan says, “That was Janna, and the other girl had to have been Leslie. She was part of our drama friends group too.”
“I’m really pretty freaked out now,” I say
“It’s okay sweetie,” he assures me. “I’ll be talking to them about this right away.”
Weeks pass. Dan tells me Janna won’t be trying to find out where I live again.
He seems to be right. She has seemingly disappeared, neither speaking to Dan or trying to follow my dad home. My thoughts turn to more pleasant things.
Prom is coming up and I can’t wait to wear the lovely dress I purchased and dance while being held in Dan’s strong arms. We’ve been together for 6 months now and though we’ve had petty little spats here and there, and have had to deal with a bit of a stalker, things seem so perfect.
Prom night finally arrives and it isperfect. I look fabulous in my curve hugging dress. The feel of his hands on my waist as we dance is thrilling. He is gorgeous in his tux. A long, spine tingling kiss at my front door brings the night to a dreamy close. Nothing can ruin this night, not even the phone call that comes 20 minutes after I’ve been home. The phone call that signals Janna isn’t finished trying to win Dan over yet.
* I could leave you right there with another cliff hanger but I’ll be nice this time and finish this up. :)
“Janna was at my house when I got home,” Dan says
A knot begins to form in my stomach.
“She was wearing a prom dress, and she had a present for me.”
He pauses.
“Well, that was nice,” I say hesitantly, not sure what he wants to hear.
“Yeah, except she didn’t even go to prom. She was all made up with tons of make-up and perfume and acting, really, really weird.”
“What did she do?”
“She handed me the present and then hugged me, for like, an unnaturally long amount of time. And she was being all flirty.”
Dan then tells me he sent her on her way as quick as he could.
Oooo, that little devil, I am thinking, shaking my head. And yet, the slightest wisp of a smile begins to form on my lips.
I am smiling, partly because I suddenly realize how pathetically desperate her attempts to win his heart are. But mostly I am smiling because, as concerns Dan, I never had a thing to worry about in the first place.
I change the topic of conversation, soaking in the soothing sound of his voice. It’s 3 a.m. when we hang up. And I know that it doesn’t matter what Janna may try to pull next. He loves me.
This was the third and final installment of Lucy-Furr, written for Soap Opera Sunday . All events related herein are true. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and the desperate.
Soap Opera Sunday is hosted by Brillig of Twas Brillig and Kate of Walking Kateastrophe. Please visit either of their blogs for other Soap Opera Sunday posts!
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Hahahah “Names have been changed to protect the innocent and the desperate”
That’s good stuff there! Can’t wait for next week!
I meant to say “for your new SOS next week” . . . lest you be confused that I didn’t understand that was the end :D
HO. LEEEE. CRAP!!!!! She shows up in a PROM DRESS with a PRESENT for him? HAHAHAHA. Oh my goodness, I suddenly feel really REALLY sorry for her! Yikes. That is desperation at it’s most painful.
This has been a fantastic Soap Opera, Summer. Full of angst, suspense, and melodrama. Love it!!!!!
Whoa… she was one sick cookie. I’m glad nothing worse happened. I also feel really, really sorry for her, but I’m glad you had a dream prom.
Ha ha ha, Janna and Leslie were such fruitcakes. Leslie was in my math class in 10th grade. My Dad sent me flowers on my 16th birthday and they were delivered during that class. Leslie came over and took the card and read it, and started laughing. She announced to the class something about me being too much of a dork to get flowers from a “real guy” and that they were from my Dad. Also, on Senior Sluff Day, they were in charge of making up “awards” for each and every senior. I don’t know whose idea it was too put such jerks in charge of such a sensitive thing, but they got in trouble for a couple of them, most of all Salvador’s* (my now husband). Salvador was one of VERY few minorities at our high school, and they gave him the award: “Most likely to drive a taxi”. Stupid girls. The next day the school’s administration ushered him into an office, offered him an apology and a candy bar, I think.
I saw Janna at our five year reunion. I barely recognized her, and she didn’t recognize me, although she said “hi” to Salvador. She was single as far as I could tell.
*name changed
Wow. Desperation is such a sad thing to witness. That’s amazing. Poor girl. And poor you and Dan. Glad you didn’t have to worry about him!
While this wasn’t probably the emotion you were looking for, I read Janna as emotionally disturbed. I mean to show up at someone’s house is such a, um, state sounds clinically nuts.
I’m glad everyone got out of it o.k.
Oh. my. heck.
That is nuts! I’m glad it worked out for the best, but I was just cringing for that girl. Showing up in a prom dress? Where was her mother? Or her father? So, so, so sad.
Let me first apologize for my sister. She married a graphic designer and apparently papyrus was designed as title font or some kind of special font. I guess some normal non-designer person saw it and decided it was just a cool font and put it to use for normal things. I’m one of those people and my sister ridicules me for it. Anyway sorry about it.
Wow…sad indeed.
I’m left with a warm glowy feeling at the end of the story though. Lovely!
OK she sounds just a little caraazzzzzy! Oh my, I’d have been afraid if I had been you!
Poor, poor desperate and psychotic Janna.
That is really sad.
And I’m glad it turned out all right for you.