Hey everyone! just added a new part :D
Here's part 2 of the WyattXJude love story!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot. The characters, setting, and other elements belong to the creators of 6teen.
Part 2
Caitlin's POV
No more than four hours went by since I left Jude and Wyatt at The Lemon. My words running through my head like a spiral of inappropriate appellations. I know it wasn't my place to say anything, but ever since Jude's ending with Starr and Wyatt's bitter break-up with Serena, I can't help but see a connection—a possible romantic "spark" between the two boys. It's really not my place, and I should really calm down.
I was laid out on my queen-sized bed, my baby-pink, rhinestone-embroidered sheets in complete array as vibrant shades of pink nail polish capsules were sprawled about the surface as I painted my already glossy fingers on this reclusive Thursday evening. Upon completing my pinkie finger, I felt the low vibration of cellphone that was burrowing just above my navel. I closed the exposed paint and pushed it to the side, making way for my frantic mobile device. The screen illuminated vibrantly, saying that I had three text messages from Jude. Oh, no...I must have embarrassed him today about the whole "him and Wyatt" thing. I've never seen Jude angry before but this time, I felt a sense of impending music that I would now have to face. My fears descended as my brow rose at the anxious messages before me.
(Caitlin, u up?...I really need some advice...hello?)
I sent the skater a message back.
(I'm up, just doing my nails. What's up?)
I paused for a moment. The messenger indicated that Jude read my text and a loading animation appeared, informing me he was responding. I waited...a bit worried.
(Caitlin, I have a bit of a problem?)
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(Why? Did something happen?)
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(Yes, something terrible!)
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(Ohmigosh! WHAT'S GOING ON?)
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(I think I fell in love...)
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(You fell in love? That's not a bad thing! That's great news.)
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(It isn't for me...)
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(Why do you say that?!)
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(The person I like...I shouldn't like.)
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(Oh, no! Don't tell me you are seeing Starr again!)
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(Nooooo way! WORSE!)
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(Worse?)
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(Caitlin, I'm in love with another guy. And I have been for a while.)
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(Wait, Jude, you're...gay?)
Jude disappeared for a good ten minutes. What happened?! How is he going to hit me with this kind of information and then just up and leave?! Who was this guy he was referring to? Is it Jonesy? Wyatt? One of the Albatross & Finch models? C'mon, Jude...don't leave me in the dark. Suddenly, my phone vibrated again. I scrambled to read.
(Yeah...I am. I tried to prove myself that I wasn't but yeah, I am...especially for him.)
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(Who's the lucky guy?)
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(Do I really have to say it?)
I froze. What could he have meant by that? I mean...does trust me? Jude is not one for cliffhangers, especially now—I can feel the blonde teen's anxiety through all of his messages.
(Yes, Jude! I promise, I won't tell anyone)
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(C'mon Caitlin)
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I really didn't know how to respond. This confession now became a challenge—a challenge to guess his crush. Its times like this where I feel the most stupid. Gahh Jude, c'mon and just tell me who you are—Oh! Ohmigosh...NOOOOO WAYY!
It answer hit me and the feeling was sweet. I called to mind the day's events. I remembered his face going crimson when he realized that Johnny and Greg were an item. I remembered the strong wanting to spend his birthday at a gay pride festival. And lastly, I remembered Wyatt. Jude seemed very...very "quiet" around Wyatt, not in a bad way, just in the sense that he was hiding something from both Wyatt and myself. But of course, Wyatt...it was always Wyatt. I knew I was right about the two. All this new information was making me so giddy on this quiet night at home. It have been a good five minutes and I decided to text Jude back, my writing speed increasing at such an exciting revelation.
(It's Wyatt, isn't it?!)
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I waited...
(Yeah...Wyatt.)
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(Jude! Ohmigosh, that's so cute)
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(No, it's dangerous.)
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(Jude, we live in a pretty good city. Stuff like that shouldn't be a problem.)
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(Not that. What about him? He's going to be so mad at me!)
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If there was one person in or gang (that is, of ALL the males), Wyatt is the most "mysterious" to me. He is a very sweet guy, caught right in the middle between the crazy, lady-killing Jonesy and the laid-back hippie that is Jude. Aside from Serena, Marlowe, and Jen's older sister Courtney, I've never really seen him have a strong attraction to girls. But Jude was right...how WOULD Wyatt take this? This time, I didn't have an answer for the love-struck teen. The image of the two boys together started to fade from my mind like a dying wish—a soft fade at the end of a tear-jerking film.
(Hey Caitlin, you still there?!)
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(Yeah, I'm here)
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(What am I going to do?)
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(Honestly Jude, I'm not sure...)
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(I don't think I can face him again without him knowing.)
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(What do you mean?)
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(When Wyatt dropped me off at home, I hugged him. But I mean it was an "I like you" hug not a "friend" hug.)
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(Whoa, what?)
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(I caught myself in the midst of it all and pulled myself out of the car before he could react.)
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(Oh, Jude...)
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Just after Jude revealed that to me, I received a message from a number not saved into my phone contacts. I opened the message and it was revealed to be from one of our new friends.
(Hey, Caitlin! It's Johnny. Sorry about tomorrow, but Greg and I have to take care of some things that came up last minute. I'm so sorry. If you guys still end up going, I hope you have fun. Maybe we can get to together some other time? Again, I'm really sorry!)
Well that was kind of disappointing. Jude seemed really interested in going and it would be kind of weird to go now...now with just US—people who know us would wonder why we were there. I sent separate messages to Wyatt and Jude telling them the bad news. Wyatt, whom I thought would have been asleep, messaged me almost instantly.
(Greg messaged me already. But thanks!)
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(Oh, alright! Sorry if I woke you up.)
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(No, you are fine. Are you doing okay?)
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(Yeah, I'm okay, just talking to Jude.)
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(Wait, is he with you right now?!)
That was a weird question, especially the way he wrote it.
(No, I'm texting him. You sounded pretty funny asking that haha)
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(Oh no, not this again...)
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(I'm sorry I gave you a hard time earlier. I was only kidding, but I know it bothered you so I am sorry )
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(It's fine. It's just...it was weird after you left.)
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(Omg, really?!)
I already knew what happened. At least all I had to do was play "actress" through my text messages.
(Yeah, but I don't want to talk about it, really...)
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(Wyatt, right now, all we have is the three of us. You can trust me. What's on your mind?)
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(Caitlin, I...I think I like Jude...like A LOT!)
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(OHMIGOSH! *squeals* really?!)
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(Yeah...)
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(Oh, Wyatt! I'm so happy!)
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(Why?)
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(Because if you guys get together...I would be so happy! :D)
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(You don't...hate me.)
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(Hate you? Why would I hate you?)
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(I don't know...but I know our friends wouldn't be okay with it.)
Wyatt was right. Both Nikki and Jonesy have made many anti-gay comments since we have known each other. Nikki's merely stems from not being exposed to it and the rare times that she has seen it, she said that it was "weird". Jonesy, being the lady-killer he is, expresses much negativity to it, only because he thinks that "a man's goal is to pick up CHICKS." Both are harmless, but effective. Jen, on the other hand, hasn't said a word about the issue, mainly because when these conversations were brought up, she's at the Penalty Box.
(Caitlin?)
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(Oh, sorry! Anyway, what do YOU want to do about this?)
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(It's kind of embarrassing...)
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(C'mon Wyatt!)
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(Well, I want to take Jude out on a date tomorrow, like a fancy dinner or something.)
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(Aww, that's so adorable. I just want to die!)
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(Can we...make that happen?)
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(I'll do my best!)
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(Really?!)
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(Of course, Wyatt. I...I really want you guys together.)
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(Heh, thanks!)
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(Hey, I gotta go for the night. Sleep well, Wyatt )
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(See you tomorrow, Caitlin!)
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(See ya!)
And Wyatt went for the night. This was so exciting; two of my best friends have fallen in love with each other and neither one knows it. I was mentally jumping for joy, the thought of the boys in romantic bliss ignited my fire. Suddenly, I felt a low rumble beneath my crossed legs—huh?
(Caitlin, you still there?)
Aww poor Jude, I left him hanging for a good twenty minutes. I quickly responded back.
(Sorry, Jude, I'm here. Btw did you get the message from Johnny?)
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(Yeah, I got it.)
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(Also, it turns out my mom wants me to go with her somewhere so it's just going to be you and Wyatt.)
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(Wait, what?!)
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(Wyatt said he still wants to hang out with you tomorrow.)
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(He...he does?)
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(Yeah, totally. I just messaged him. Is that okay?)
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(Yeah, its fine. Do you know what we are doing?)
I lied. If anything is going to happen tomorrow, I want Jude to be surprised.
(Umm, I am not sure. Maybe you should text Wyatt about the "deets")
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(Alrighty! Good deal.)
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(Okay, I think I'm going to hit the hay. See you tomorrow, Jude.)
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(Bye, dudette!)
I sprawled to the head of my bed to the nightstand and plugged my cellphone into its charger. The time was now 11:30pm and I was torn between the state of absolute restlessness and the extreme exhaustion. I'm a girl that craves stories about relationships and love and this bond that Wyatt and Jude both share is...captivating (to say the least). I really hope they get together—better yet, I hope they are each-other's true love. I stretched my body out in a yawn, the cold glass of the unopened nail polish containers caressing past my feet. I curled up into a ball and extinguished the light from bedroom, finally able to convince my body to drift off to sleep. Never before have I slept so happily. I could not wait to witness the events of the boys thereafter.
Whoo, A nice "texting-filled" chapter completed! What will happen next?!
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