Chapter 3: Stubborn Uneasiness
"And if you give me a chance
Believe that I can change
I'll keep us together
Whatever it takes"
Mac looks up, "I don't have anything, Don."
"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?"
He pauses, thinking. "Shit. She's going to kill me."
"Go get her some roses," Flack laughs. "Take them to her place and beg for her forgiveness. Maybe she won't aim to kill."
Mac pulls his phone out and dials her cell number. Her phone is off so he tries her home number. This one is busy. "She must be at home then. I'll see you in the morning… hopefully."
By the time he arrives at her building, it is almost nine-thirty. He knocks on the door, showing her respect instead of just barging in on her. When there is no answer, he knocks louder, thinking she may be asleep.
Again there is no response inside the apartment so he tries his key. However, he still can't get the door to budge; she had bolted it as well. For the second time he calls her home phone; once again he hears the busy signal. He tries her cell again, but it is still off.
Sighing, he calls Don. "She won't answer her door, and the phone is still busy."
"Did you threaten to kick it in?"
"Not yet."
"You do that while I have her phone turned back on. I'll give her a call," Flack hangs up.
Mac puts his phone away and pounds on her door again. "Stel, I know you're in there. Open the door, or I'll break it down." When there is no reply, he begins to think something happened to her.
Whatever It Takes
"This isn't funny, Flack," Stella grumbles.
"Neither is what you're doing to Mac."
"Now he knows what it feels like."
"Stel, answer your door."
"No."
"Then I'll give him permission to kick it in," he threatens.
"You'll pay for a new one. And as I recall, you don't make all that much," she hangs up and turns the phone off again. Then she returns to the bathroom to let the water drain and dress for bed before crawling under the covers to continue sleeping.
Whatever It Takes
"Don, I can't leave until I talk to her."
"She's fine, Mac. Stubborn as ever. Just let her be for tonight. She'll be at work tomorrow, and you can talk then."
"You're sure she's fine?"
"Yes."
"Okay," Mac says. "See you tomorrow."
"Get some rest," Flack instructs. The two hang up.
He stares at her door for a moment before locking it again, just to be sure she stays safe. Then he carefully places the roses against the door. "I'm sorry, Stella," he whispers. "You deserve better than this. I really do love you with all of my heart and hope that you can find it in yourself to forgive me."
Still uneasy about leaving without knowing for sure she is fine, he slowly walks away, half hoping she'd call him back.
A/N: The next chapter should bring Mac and Stella together again... well, they're both there; they're not exactly 'together'. Stella has to make him see what he's doing, which isn't a very easy task. What's going on... I learned that we make this diamond thing in the contest show during the third of fourth song and I'm the point in the very front. I felt all lonely 'cause there was no one in front of me. Except the drums. And... I guess that's all. My friend and I only have one class together... English. Unless she ends up changing AP computer science to Chem II. Her computer teacher left so... and she doesn't want to change the class and take that next year because not many people take it and they only have enough for the class about every other year. So she won't do that unless everyone else changes the class or they don't have a teacher. I haven't talked to my other friend yet, but we could only have like lunch and maybe spanish and health or psychology together. None of the main classes. I should call her today or tomorrow. We have our first football game tomorrow. And then the parade Sunday. I think it's supposed to rain then. At least we don't wear white shirt anymore. Okay, I have some typing to do before I have to leave. And I have to shower too. I'll update Saturday.
