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Thank you for visiting my fanfic again. I really appreciated all the comments and reviews again! They make me so happy, thank you very much. So far I've tried to update a new chapter every day, I'm not sure if I still can from now on, though. School has started again, and aside from that I have homework and work. I try to write as much as possible, but obviously it has to stay fun, not an obligation. I really enjoy writing for you guys, though! I hope that I can write as much as possible.
This chapter is the double date between Heather & Taylor and Naya & Mark. Naya will come to an important realization in this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it, and I hope you guys leave a review or a comment! Thank you.
Enjoy!
Impossible Heartache
Chapter 9
As Naya and Mark walked up Heather's porch and rang the doorbell, the door was immediately opened by a not very happy looking Ashley.
"I blame you!" she said, pointing a stern finger at Naya and Mark as she walked out of the door past them. Naya and Mark looked at eachother questionally before Heather came dancing towards the door.
"Don't mind her," she said as she pulled them inside and closed the door behind them, "She's upset that she's being kicked out of the house so she can't watch Glee." she rolled her eyes, making Naya smile widely at her adorableness.
Mark helped Naya out of her jacket like a real gentleman, hanging it on the hallstand. She smiled at him, and he smiled back with his crooked smile. From the corners of her eyes she saw Heather nervously fumbling with her hands, making Naya tilt her head to the side, eyeing her. Her eyes were fixed on Mark, who was still looking down at Naya. Naya couldn't quite place the look that was on her face.
She finally broke her gaze and turned to Naya, creating a smile on her face, "Okay, let's get inside!" she said excitingly, pointing towards the livingroom with her thumb, "Taylor's cooking, and I'm not sure if that'll turn out well. He might need some help from a more experienced cook." she looked at Naya pleadingly.
Naya understood her silent question and walked past her to the livingroom towards the kitchen, dramatically sighing, "Men.". She walked into the kitchen and spotted Taylor stirring in a pan while looking into a cookbook. He had a concentrated look on his face. Naya stood in the doorway as she saw his eyes shifting back and forth between the pan and the book, and then frowning deeply.
Naya chuckled and walked over to him, startling him. He smiled at her awkwardly before turning back to the pan, sighing deeply, "Hey, came to help me?"
"Yeah, actually. Heather told me you might need some help." she wrinkled her nose as the stench of something burning filled her nostrils, searching for the source. A big cloud of smoke escaped from the oven. Taylor noticed it too and immediately turned off the oven and opened it, only to let out a fit of coughs because of the smoke escaping the oven.
Naya made her way over, grabbing a dish towell and waving with it, trying to get rid of the smoke. "And I think that proves that you do." she said inbetween coughs, right when the firealarm started blaring.
"Shit!" Taylor called while trying to reach the ceiling where the alarm was attached, but it was too high.
Heather stormed into the kitchen with a broom in her hands, "No panic! Happens all the time." she calmly said, while reaching up to the ceiling with the broom, switching off the alarm, stopping the blaring. Naya took the dish out of the oven with two pot-holders and put it in the sink, studying it closely. All she could see was a black substance. It didn't really look like anything.
"Delicious." she heard Mark saying, who had also walked into the kitchen and was also staring at the unrecognizable dish. "What is it?" he then asked.
"What was it," Naya corrected him, chuckling.
Taylor stood in the middle of the kitchen with an apron and a stirringspoon in his hand, looking down beaten. Heather walked over to the stove and eyed the pan that was still on the softly boiling fire. "This doesn't look good." she stated, as she grimaced at the substance, switching off the gas.
Taylor sighed miserably, and pulled his apron over his head throwing it in one of the corners of the kitchen, defeated. "That cookbook is lying! I did everything right." he pouted, making Heather smile and walk over to him, giving him a quick kiss on his mouth. Naya quickly turned her face away, grimacing. Mark was looking at her and raised an eyebrow at her expression, but didn't say anything.
Naya quickly acted like it was the food that made her grimace, pulling up her nose again. "So I guess it's gonna be take-out." she stated, making Mark chuckle next to her.
"What is it gonna be? Chinese food or pizza?" Mark said, turning around to Heather and Taylor. Taylor was still looking down defeated, and Heather rubbed his back comfortingly.
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"Sorry I messed up our dinner," Taylor said again, while chewing on a piece of pizza.
"There is no way that was supposed to be lasagna." Mark chuckled, nudging his shoulder.
"That cookbook was written for children, Tay. You cook worse than a toddler." Heather smirked, making Naya laugh loudly at her comment.
Taylor raised an eyebrow, "Then why did you let me cook? Why didn't you cook yourself?"
"'Cause I wanted to see you fail," she smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek, making Naya's smile wash off her face.
"Yeah, right. I bet you can't cook any better! You said 'happens all the time' when the firealarm set off." he air-quoted, smirking.
Heather opened her mouth, but then closed it again, not being able to come up with a comeback. "Yeah, okay... You have a point." she pouted, looking down at the table.
Naya chuckled, tilting her head to the side, looking at Heather. She stared at her pouting lower lip and cute freckles that ran across her face. She couldn't wash the smile off her face as she looked at the girl she loved. From the corners of her eyes Naya saw Taylor looking at her before leaning to his side and reaching for Heather's face with his hand, turning it towards him, and kissed her softly on the lips. Heather's pout changed into a smile, while Naya's smile turned into a grimace. She didn't tear her gaze away until Taylor pulled away and took a glance at Naya again.
What did he think he was doing? Was he on her? Had he seen her staring at Heather? Did he know that Naya was in love with his girlfriend? Did he want to make sure Naya knew that Heather was his girlfriend? Why would he otherwise have looked at Naya before and after kissing his girlfriend? The questions swarmed through Naya's head while she awkwardly stared down at the table.
Mark could sence her mood as he studied her face, looking down to her. He slowly moved his hand and softly touched her leg, making Naya look up at him. Heather and Taylor were arguing about who was a better cook again, while Mark looked down at Naya questionally and slightly concerned. Naya gave him a reassuring smile, making him know that she was okay.
She was happy that Mark was with her, and that she wasn't alone with Heather and Taylor. It was nice having Mark here with her. He had acted like a real gentleman all evening, and he tried to make sure Naya was enjoying herself, making jokes and giving her dopey smiles. He was really a good guy. She reached for his hand across the table, softly holding it, while looking up at Mark again.
He smiled back at her widely, and slightly tightened his warm grip around Naya's hand. She couldn't help but smile back at him. She didn't feel weird holding his hand. She knew she wasn't in love with him, and she didn't think she ever really would be, but being with him like this felt good and right.
When Naya finally broke their gazes and eyed Heather and Taylor again, she saw them both staring at their intertwined hands. They both had blank expressions on their faces, making Naya feel rather uncomfortable. Why were they looking at them like that?
"So, who's ready for dessert?" she said while standing up and letting go of Mark's hand, leaning her hand on his shoulder, making sure he didn't think the reason she let go of his hand was because she was uncomfortable touching him. Mark looked up at Naya, smiling, while the other two looked at her with still blank expressions on their faces.
Naya uncomfortably raised an eyebrow at them, waiting for them to answer. Then she eyed Heather, "You do have dessert, right?" Heather snatched herself out of her thoughts, shaking her head and then looking up at Naya again, a smile washing over her face, before nodding and also standing up.
"Yeah, delicious peach ice cream." she said, as the girls walked into the kitchen, leaving the two boys behind.
"So," Heather slowly said, "Mark really likes you." she said sounding slightly jealous, getting the ice cream out of the freezer. Naya couldn't help but smile. She liked him, too. She felt weird talking about this with Heather, though, because she knew she would always want Heather. Her jealousy warmed up her heart, but also scared her a little.
If Heather really was jealous, what did that mean? Should she break up with Mark and confess her love for Heather? What if she had missread her jealousy? Maybe she was just suspicious and protective of her best friend, and didn't want her to get hurt. Mark was known as a heartbreaker after all, which Naya didn't quite understand. What if she wasn't jealous at all?
Then it finally hit her. Naya had been stupid and naïve enough to think that a part of Heather might be in love with her too, but now Naya could see that she wasn't jealous of Mark. She never had been. Heather was straight. She was jealous of Naya, who was with Mark. Ever since Naya had told Heather she was going on a date with Mark, she had been resistant.
Naya scanned her thoughts for things that showed that Heather could like Mark. They weren't really that close on the set as she was with some other people, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Naya couldn't imagine Heather liking anyone else but Taylor, since they had been together for such a long time. She remembered one time when she and Taylor were on a break and Heather liked a guy, instead of talking to him, she kept avoiding him. Was she doing that with Mark? Possibly. Naya and Heather usually told eachother everything, though. Why hadn't she told Naya? Was she ashamed?
Naya felt part of her heart break as she realized how stupid she had been. She loved Heather more than she ever loved anybody, and now Heather is suddenly jealous of her when she's with Mark, while she is still with Taylor... This was all so confusing. Heather liked both Mark and Taylor, Taylor loved Heather, Mark liked Naya, she liked Mark, but she loved Heather. Heather could only never love her, because she was a girl.
