Even though, I love Sonny's voice, I don't like the tone in it. I feel a lecture coming. Apparently I wasn't cute enough "Will, I don't want to lecture you." Then don't! "What is done is done but I won't help you either... Or rather I will help you in a different way." What does he mean? Will he lend me the money? Actually that could be great. My father isn't back from his business trip before the end of next week. It's doable.
"I'll help you come clean." What? "What?" "I mean, I'll help you find the inner strength to tell your dad and be an adult about it." "Not for long. He'll kill me afterward. He's not EJ but he can still be pissed." He doesn't get it. What's the point of telling him? I don't need moral help, I need practical. "Thanks Sonny, for offering, but I'll ask Chad to help me, rather." I drink a few sips from my coffee cup and I walk to the door. I feel horrible, weak, almost naked. I'll try and avoid Sonny for a while. But his hand is on my sleeve and now I can't walk anymore because him touching me is making my body go into hibernation mode. I don't understand why and I can't think about it because my mind is shut too "I won't press it, Will. But if you decide to do it, I'll be there to coach you. You can call me anytime and I'll be there." Stop being so kind! I can't be your boyfriend because you're too fantastic and responsible and I'm pathetic and immature. So quit being great around me so that I can get over you... Pretty please? The frustration takes me out of the shocked state and I go out. I can walk home from here. Walk away from Sonny and his caring infuriating ways.
"No, Will!" "Yes, Chad. Because you're my best friend. And need I remind you, you're good at covering up?" "Don't even start, Will. I have a business and responsibilities, now. And I'm busy." "Who with? Your mysterious date?" "Yes. Sorry, Will, but you'll have to take the rap." I don't even whisper 'traitor' or 'I know some stuff' in a threatening way, because, let's face it, they're both right. I have to tell my dad. My guts ache and I feel like puking. I reach the bathrooms in the back just in time. When I'm done, I walk out the stall and Sonny is there. What's he doing here? I came now to talk to Chad because I knew he wouldn't be there.
"My god, you're so pale! Are you sick?" I give in "No, I just... reconsidered. If you still want to help me. I'll talk with my dad. But I'll need a job to reimburse him." I wait for a sparkle of triumph to appear in his eyes but he just look relieved. Funny that between Chad and him, he's the one who's offered his support. As if he cared more... And here I am, reading into things. When I have to face facts and worry financially.
I'm in my dorm room, listening to the CD I've retrieved from the car at the mechanic. I told him to wait to start repairs. I don't have enough cash as it is. I listen to the love songs and I think about Sonny. He said he'll pick me up after my classes tomorrow and we'll take a walk. I know it's not date-y but I'm still nervous and freaked out. I begin to doubt he'll be able and help me. Well, at least, I'll spend more time with him. Smell his scent. See his shining eyes. I love him. I wish I was dead.
We've spent the week going over it. I'm a bike wheel that Sonny has pumped up. Well, nor literally (I wish... Stop fantasizing!)... I feel confident and strong and devoted to him because he's sweet and patient and supportive and he doesn't judge me and think I'm a failure. I know because he's just told me "Go on, Will, I've known you for quite a while, now and I think you're a very sweet and strong guy. You just need a little push. I'm glad I could provide it." And when he says stuff like that, I believe him and I want to date myself. Well, no I want to date him, but you get the idea.
We're sitting in his car under the pouring rain and he's coaching me one last time "You'll feel better afterwards, whatever the outcome. I promise. And, you know what? If you don't I'll make it up to you. If you feel too down, I promise I'll let you have anything at the coffee-house free, for as long as you want." I'm tempted, their food is good. But I can't fake things with him so I'll be honest. In fact, when I take a last look at his big brown freaking eyes, I reach the point of total honesty "Thanks for everything, Sonny. You're what I've always looked for. I wish you could be my man." And with that, I open the car door and get myself wet to take the final plunge.
Two hours later...well, I'm still alive. And not disowned. And my dad even began his sentence with "I love you, Will, but..." So, I'll survive this. And I got a summer job with Chad's new girlfriend, so I might get enough to pay Dad in a few month. I reach the building door, feeling better than when I came in (Damn you Sonny!) and talking of Sonny, he actually came to pick me up and I melt inside. I walk up to the car and see him staring into space, mouth slightly open. I sit next to him.
"Thanks, Sonny, I appreciate the ride back. It's freezing now and I don't think it'll stop raining soo...Are you OK?" I'm not sure he heard me so I tap his shoulder. He turns to me, still gaping. "Is everything all right? You can tell me if a bad thing happened. I'm here for you too." "Are you?" It's a croak as if he's a toad inside the body of a hunk. That's a weird feeling. "Of course, Sonny. I owe you big and I like you." Now he's gulping and seeing his Adam apple bob up and down, it does something into my underwear. I plan a shower for later, waiting for him to remember there's a key to put in the ignition but he's still gawking "Sonny, did you stay in the car for two hours?"
And then, he's kissing me. Like there's no tomorrow. And there isn't one. Because I'm not hibernating this time, I'm fully erect, pun intended. I kiss him back and when we've mixed our tongue and panted in the other's mouth for long enough, I ask "What was that for?" And he answers "That's because I like you too. I do want to be your man." I must be smiling. Or maybe crying. Or both. I have no idea. The only brain cells still working come up with "So, I will get free stuff at the coffee-house, then? Coffee and food, and even kisses?" And he pushes my head against the car seat with his own and he answers "Anything you'll order. I've waited a long time for this. It's a shame about the car, but it got us there." "What car?"
See? that was a two-shot! Hope you'll review as much as chapter 1, I was so glad you did! You guys are the best!