Life Saver

Chapter #4: Life Saver

"So how was she?" Mom asked as soon as I stepped into the house. I handed her the keys and sat down on the counter seat.

"Mrs. Henderson?" I asked; Mom nodded. "She was good. She's handling it pretty well but..."

"But?"

"Isabelle's brother isn't."

Mom silently went, "I'm not surprised."

"What do you mean by that?" I questioned.

"Huh?" Mom played dumb. "Oh I just mean I didn't take it very well when I was eleven, and my father passed away..." It looked like she was going to cry too at the memory.

"Mom..." I said softly before the tears came.

"Oh sorry, Stephen," Mom said. She sniffed too. I'm seriously getting sick of people sniffing. Is that bad to think? "Just...memories...are flooding over me again. I need a tissue." I watched as Mom left the kitchen and headed towards the bathroom.

I sighed and headed outside in the daylight to do my mission. I went out to the yard and stood real still. I thought real hard...saving Isabelle...around six-thirty...last night...saving Isabelle...in the car...on the way home...gotta save her...save Isabelle...

The world around me spun around and around like a cyclone. My feet stayed firm on the ground. I closed my eyes and thought the same things over and over again...I have to save Isabelle. I want to save her...I need to.

Pictures of Isabelle flooded my mind...I could see Isabelle and her mom getting into the car after Wal*Mart. The scene went abruptly past until one minute before the wreck, and I knew it was time.

I opened my eyes.

It was night time. No cars were on the road. I knew it was about time for Isabelle to appear. I heard a car coming from behind me. I turned around, and there was their car about fifty yards away. I was at the intersection of two roads. I heard another sound. The other car coming from the opposite direction. I closed my eyes and-

Next thing I knew, I was sitting behind Isabelle in the back seat. I knew she couldn't see me, so I whispered, "Tell your mom to stop the car. Stop the car now." Isabelle cocked her head to the side and said, "Umm...Mom, could you stop the car now? I think I'm gonna puke." Her mom slowly stopped right as the drunk driver came from the road and swerved and tumbled to the side of the road. Isabelle and Mrs. Henderson gasped.

"Oh my gosh! Are they OK?" Isabelle cried.

I smiled, and I knew my mission was complete. I had saved Isabelle from dying.

Then I woke up.

"Wake up, wake up!" My mom yelled. She had a huge smile on her face. "I have a guest for you."

"You do?" I asked groggily.

"Boy, you are never a morning person huh? You must take it after your father." She smiled again. "C'mon and hurry! Don't keep her waiting..." she walked out of the room.

Her waiting?

Was it Isabelle?

I got out of bed and checked my hair. It looked fine. Next, I put on a t-shirt since I don't wear shirts when I go to sleep. I'm weird like that. I brushed my teeth too, so I don't have bad breath, and I sprayed some cologne on me too. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. At the foot of the stairs, I could tell by her sweet angel voice it was Isabelle. I found her in the kitchen with my mom, who was making breakfast.

"There he is!" Mom announced. "Sorry, Isabelle. He's always a heavy sleeper." She winked at me.

"Hey," Isabelle said. I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful self. She has the prettiest brown hair I have ever seen. She was wearing jeans and a two inch sleeved tank top with a light sweater around her shoulders. She smiled; her white teeth shined like the sun. Her hair was resting gently on her shoulders and back, and I had to stare for a while. Even one day without her kills me. I just love seeing her everywhere I go or everywhere I am.

"Oh hey," I said smoothly. I did the guy wave. She smiled big, and I knew she was trying to hide her laughter.

"Isabelle's going to join us for breakfast. Won't you, dear?" my mom asked.

"Sure!" Isabelle chirped. "I'd love to." She emphasized big on "love." Was that supposed to mean something?

"What's today?" I questioned.

"It's Saturday morning, hon! Keep up with the time, won't ya?" Mom answered. She winked at me again. "So I'm making pancakes. I hope you like them."

"Of course I do!" Isabelle replied. "Pancakes are my favorite!"

"Do you like chocolate chips in them?"

"Since I was ten!"

They laughed, and I just watched them interact with each other. It made me smile a bit.

"Your mom is so nice," Isabelle told me after breakfast was over, and I was driving her home.

"Yeah she is." I nodded in agreement.

After a few seconds of silence, I finally broke it with, "You don't have to sit in the back, you know."

Isabelle was sitting in the seat behind the passenger seat because she didn't like sitting in the front because she doesn't trust me with driving-yet.

"I know, but I...sitting in the front seat...for some reason, I don't like it anymore," she answered.

I snorted. "Why not?"

She didn't reply. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that she was staring at the window.

"I thought I was going to die yesterday," she said softly. A chill ran up my spine when those words hit me like red bricks. "I-I don't know why, but I had that feeling...like my life was going to be over...but do you know what saved me?"

I knew what was coming.

"You, Stephen, you're the one who saved me. I-I don't know why you were, but you were. A drunk driver nearly hit our car. I heard your voice saying stop the car. So I did. I did. And now, I'm alive because of you. You're...you're my life saver."

Then, she unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped into the front and buckled herself back in. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

At her house, her mom came out to greet us.

"Why, hello there, Stephen!" a warm smile grew on her face. Out came Jeremy with Isabelle's cat Whiskers. Jeremy started to pet Whiskers like Dr. Evil in Austin Powers.

"Who are you?" Jeremy rudely asked.

"Jeremy, don't be mean!" Isabelle snapped. "This is Stephen."

"Oh...hi..." Jeremy huffed and went back inside.

"NO VIDEO GAMES!" Mrs. Henderson yelled after him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," was Jeremy's retort.

Mrs. Henderson just sighed. "Children..." she muttered under her breath.

"Mom, can I hang out with Stephen and Leila?"

"Sure, that's fine with me, honey."

"Great! Thanks!"

I watched as Isabelle headed over next door and knocked on it. A girl answered it. It was Isabelle's friend Leila.

"Isabelle!" Leila shrieked. "Oh! I've missed you already!"

"Yet, it's only been one day," Isabelle jokingly said.

They hugged, and when Leila saw me, she stopped.

"Oh. Hey..." she stuttered.

Why is she staring at me like that? She flipped her hair and battered her eyes.

"So, you're Stephen, right?" she asked in an odd sounding way that made my skin crawl. She tossed her hair to the side and smiled real big.

I shot a look at Isabelle, who looked utterly uncomfortable with what was going on. She was staring off in space and barely looking at either of us. I kept on looking at her while Leila was staring at me, and Isabelle was in no man's land.

"So...what're we gonna do today?" I finally silenced the awkwardness growing among us.

"Why don't we go down by the lake and lie on the beach?" Leila suggested in that same voice. She cocked her head to the side.

What is going on here? I mean, Leila's pretty, but seriously, I do NOT go for girls who automatically hit on me as soon as they see me. I'm SO glad Isabelle is not like that. That's why I like her, but I'm glad she doesn't know.

Or does she?

"Yeah the beach sounds good," Isabelle nodded in agreement. Leila looked at her like see? She's gonna do it. Why not you?

Because I think you're a really creepy flirter...

I'm glad I hide these thoughts inside my head because if these thoughts ever escaped my head, I'd be mortified.

*Isabelle's View*

Stephen was standing there like Leila had zapped her with her evil witchy powers when it comes to boys. I can't believe she likes him! Does he even like her? WHO DOES HE LIKE? Boys confuse me, but I'm glad we have them or else this world would be boring...

Leila was talking like some girl who wanted it right then and there. Yes, you know what I'm talking about! Darn her blonde hair! Gaw!

"So...you ready?" Leila questioned.

SEE WHAT I MEAN?

"Uh...Stephen doesn't have swim trunks," I piped up.

"Who said he needed them?"

"OK, you are seriously creepy!" Stephen blurted. Then he looked like oh my gosh why did I say that?

"Yeah...Leila...are you OK?" I stood up for him too. "You've been acting kind of weird lately..."

"You're crazy, Isabelle. And Stephen, I am NOT creepy..." her voice never changed. She laughed. "Well...I'm gonna go get ready. See you there." She waved in an odd way and disappeared into her house.

"Sorry about Leila..." I apologized to Stephen once she was out of earshot.

"I like you," Stephen said again.

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