Homeschoolers in Highschool, Part Three

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Grant sat on his bed, with his guitar set in his lap, ready to play, but his mind was on Alipang, and Alipang's current dilemma. "He then closed his eyes, and paryed for his friend. It was the best way he could help his friend.
 
OOC: At this point I need to know if Summer has any siblings in the house; this will affect Alipang's actions. Not that he would seek to do anything improper in any case, but if there are siblings he will be willing to include them in conversation.
 
Then at that moment Grant debated on if he should call his friend, to check up on him, but came to the conclusion not to, just in case he were to disturb him. Picking up the guitar pick, Grant began to sturm the tune of Yes You Have by Leeland, another personal favorite of his.
 
Alipang surprised himself again: his eyes were resting on a part of Summer other than her face. Very definitely other than her face, though her face was pleasing in its own right.

His mother had brought away from the missionary experience a keen memory of how male tourists had ogled and pursued Filipina women; and because of this, she had tried her best to convince her son that women did not exist at all below the neck. If he ever looked below the neck, it was the same as violating the girl, or being violated by her, or some such panicky thing.

But Mom was wrong. Yes, Alipang DID like what he saw; but he did NOT thereby have a beastly desire to dishonor his friend. He just was realizing that she looked--as hot as Kim? Not quite. But again, Summer was a girl who saw him as something other than a useful kid from whom she could gain a benefit and then "thank" him by treating him as an inferior.

This would need lots of thinking about and praying about. At that moment, Alipang had a remarkable sensation: he felt certain that somewhere somebody was praying FOR him right now.
 
Summer grabbed two bowls out of the cupboard. Taking the popcorn out of the microwave she poured it into the two bowls. "Popcorn's ready." She said handing one bowl to Alipang. "You want to go up to my room or eat it down here?"
 
An interesting phenomenon became evident as soon as the words "my room" had left Summer's well-formed mouth. Alipang began trembling, almost shuddering. Grabbing mastery of himself, he said in a tone of not-very-convincing casualness: "Down--here's--fine--where--we--won't--spill--anything--on your--on your--on your--where we won't spill anything." He gulped hard, and fumbled at a kitchen chair as if it were his fingers that had been fractured.
 
"You ok?" Summer asked sitting down. She stood back up and grabbed two cups out of the cupboard. She poured water into them and carried them to the table. She set one in front of Alipang.
 
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Chilena drove up in Dan's drive way now " Should I tell him about what my mum and dad told me?," she asked herself, with a sigh then took a deep breath walking up to his door.
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Dan got the door. He had bags under his eyes and looked really pale. "Hey, Chilena..." he said, a warm smile on his face.
 
Alipang's voice quavered. "Yes, of course, you're fine, I mean _I'm_ fine."


[Yes, he meant _that_ kind of "fine" about Summer.]
 
Mental discipline of a sort went into action. Remember, Alipang, you are the guy who DOESN'T get girls. That is your ecological niche: girls don't want you if you want them, that is your function in the great Circle-Dee-Durkle of Life. He focussed on eating his popcorn and not spilling it. When he had more than half of it down, he said, "Is your--Mom even--scared to go--to the lakeside--Labor Day festival?"
 
Summer looked up. "I haven't really talked to her about it. She got really scared when she heard about me being attacked. I guess it's because of what happened to my dad." She replied.
 
This turn in the conversation actually helped Alipang's composure. Instead of a beautiful and extremely likeable girl unwittingly turning him on, Summer was now a friend again, and a friend possibly in some distress--which summoned up the protector-hero element in the boy's nature. "If I ask you to talk about your Dad, will you refuse to push my wheelchair?"
 
Summer laughed. "Not at all. I thought you knew what happened? I shouldn't be surprised though. Mom doesn't talk about it much. Last year dad was attacked by a gang as he was walking home one night. He survived but lost the use of both legs and can't talk so well anymore. He mostly sits in his room now. Mom has to work now too." She said.
 
"I had heard that your Dad was disabled, but I didn't know why. It didn't seem like the kind of subject for me to pry into. But now I'm all the MORE glad that the gangs in this region have been dealt a setback."


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OOC: Does Summer's family go to church? If yes--to Alipang's church, "Redemption Free"?
 
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