Chapter 2

Vega felt like she would die. The most beautiful creature she had ever seen had just walked into her house. Well, I guess God likes my optimistic idea! He even sent me an angel to help! she thought. She shook her head and said the first thing that came into her head. "Want a twix?" she said, holding up her half-eaten one. "Umm.. I think I'll pass.. have an Milky Way's?" the angel replied. "I'll check!" said Vega, happily, still eating her twix. As she turned around, one foot went around the other and she began to fall. "Ahh!!" she screamed. The angel caught her just before she fell. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Boy is she a klutz, he thought. "Now I am," she said with a silly grin on her face. "Are you drunk?" he questioned. That sent Vega on a direct course back to reality. "No, I'm not like that," she said, insulted that he could even think that. "Good, because I was thinking you were too pretty to be like that," he said and blushed. Mrs. Hawthorn was sitting at the table observing all this. She started laughing. The 2 teens looked at her. Jason spoke first. "Now what's so funny?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. "Nothing, nothing at all!" the woman replied, attempting to retain her giggles. "Whatever mom! Let's get going, I have to be back at work at 2 and I still have to take you out to lunch!" Jason said, grinning. "Oh, Jason you're so sweet.. well, Vega's here all by herself.. why don't we take her with us?" Mrs. Hawthorn said, winking at Vega. "Sure, so your name's Vega? That's really pretty. Isn't that like a star or something?" Jason questioned. "Yeah it's a blue star.. my mom and dad both loved the stars.. not like astrological stuff like horoscopes.. they just both really loved them. Dad is... was... an astronaut and mom works on the ground.. she is in Florida right now, working on some new space ship thingy." Ask a simple question, get a year and a half explanation, Jason smirked in his head. "Cool... so are you ready to go?" he said aloud. Vega looked down at her outfit... pajamas. She gasped and said "Umm.. just one sec, ok?". Not waiting for an answer, she ran up the stairs and into her room. She opened her monsterous closet and searched through her tank tops, finally choosing a navy blue square necked tank top with daisies lining the neck. She grabbed a white skirt to match the daisies on her top. Digging through her shoes, she grabbed her new killer high heeled navy sandals, and admired herself in the mirror. "Hey there gorgous," she said, quoting another line from an old movie. She quickly brushed her long flat brown hair, smudged on a bit of coverup and chapstick and looked at her watch. 3 minutes, I'm soooo good!, she smiled to herself. She grabbed her new purse from Old Navy and walked slowly downstairs and watched Jason's mouth drop. She smiled bigger. Mrs. Hawthorn closed his mouth and the trio left the house. Vega locked the door behind her, and climbed into the back seat of Jason's blue convertible. Jason stepped in the driver's seat and his mother in the passenger's side. During the ride there wasn't much talking due to the fact Mrs. Hawthorn had it set to 104.3, the oldies station, but Vega still noticed Jason looking at her in his rear view mirror. For the first time in her life she felt truly beautiful. Well, maybe the second. Okay, let's not start with that, I'm not going to cry in front of my angel, she thought. She straightened up as the convertible pulled up to Chez Fleur, one of the nicest restaraunts in West Bloomfield. She was glad she had put on a skirt instead of jeans. She looked in her purse. Oh no, I forgot my wallet on the dresser!, she thought, biting her lip. "Umm... Mrs. Hawthorn, I kinda left my wallet on my dresser..." she started. Jason interrupted her "oh, don't worry about it, this one's on me.". "Wow, thanks that's really sweet of you!". "No prob". Wow, a sweet angel at that!. Vega knew then that life couldn't seem to possibly get better. They entered the restaraunt, and a waiter who's name tag read "Jean-Pierre" escorted them to their table. "Bonjour, je m'appelle Jean Pierre, how may I serve you?" he said. Jason said "Je voudrais.... eh bien.. un cafe-creme. Vega, what would you like?". Vega was astonished. This guy spoke french! This all had to be a dream! "Je voudrais un salad avec du fromage," she said in perfect french, to Jean-Pierre. Jason's mouth dropped. "Tu parles francais aussi?!" he asked. "Oui!! Tres bien!" Vega answered. They continued talking in french while Mrs. Hawthorn struggled to order in english. This girl is really something, Jason thought. Jason's mother watched them, thinking to herself how much they'd be perfect for eachother. An unfamiliar song to Mrs. Hawthorn came over the speakers throughout the restaraunt. Vega suddenly got up and excused herself from the table. She asked Jean-Pierre "ou est-ce que le w.c.?", and he escorted her to the rest-room. Jason wondered why she had gotten up right in the middle of their conversation. He was really starting to like her.