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Anyway, without further ado, here is the next chapter!
Ladies Vs CDC
Chapter 11 – Conversationalist
Chad
Exactly one week after Allie and I met at Walmart, I'm sitting all alone at home… Refusing to admit that that's all I've been thinking about recently. As I'm lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling, I find myself lost in the world of my thoughts. Thinking about everything, I guess – life, the universe, and everything – if life is my somewhat-retirement at 25, the universe is my comfy home, and everything is, well, everything. And Allie's part of that everything.
Allie, Allie, Allie.
She's all I can think about lately. Can't really find a way to kick her out of my mind, if you know what I mean. It's insane!
I mean, some part of me is telling me that I've actually fallen in love with her, whilst another part is trying to say I can't possibly love anyone even if I want to. It's sort of like that angel and devil on the fictional character's shoulders thing. I don't really know what to do, so I pick up my phone and begin scrolling through my contacts, searching for someone to talk to that might help me fix this crazy brain-against-heart issue.
Nope, none of these whores…
I continue to scroll, pulling a disgusted face at one contact.
Why do I even have her number?
Keep going. Dad?
No, I don't want to talk to Dad. He'll just laugh his butt off at me and hang up. If he even bothers to answer.
Hey, it's Daniel!
I haven't talked to that guy in ages! Forgot that I even had his number, actually. But no, I shouldn't call him. As I said, I haven't spoken to him in a long time, and it would be wrong to randomly call and start throwing my problems at him.
Keep scrolling. Another girl?
Nah, she's only good to look at – forget helping me, she can't even hold a decent conversation!
Another bunch of random girls.
None of them…
Oh, hey, it's James!
Bingo.
I decide to call James, after looking at the time. It's three in the morning and I really can't call any of my other options at this odd hour! So, I hit 'call', and wait as the phone begins to ring.
Rrrriiinggg…
Rrrriiinnngggg…
Rrrrrrrriiiiiinnnnnggggg…
"Hey, this is James. I'm not here right now, so leave me a message after the beep or I won't care to find out who you are. And if you're Nia, please leave me alone and don't call again. Bye!"
Ha. Good old James, leaving a message on his answering machine for his latest bore. I hang up without leaving a message, and resume my hobby of staring at the ceiling. I don't really know what to do now, so I simply decide I'll have a nice discussion about it with myself. I'm a lonely guy – I've got nobody to talk to apart from the maid, and she's just old and boring. So, I begin pacing the room and speaking.
"Right, Chad. What are you going to do about Allie? Well, I love her, don't I? I should take her out on a date! No, dude. Don't say you love her. You barely even know her. You can never love anyone, and you know that all too well. But, she's just so pretty! And her personality? Face it, kid, you know nothing about her! Do so! Oh yeah? How old is she? Um… I don't know. Where is she from? I don't know that either. Wisconsin, maybe, since only people who've lived there can acquire a taste for their cheese? Now do you see my point? Yeah, but – No buts! You've only just met! Get to know her first. Get to know what type of girl she is, and find out a little about her as a person rather than an object of attraction. How's that gonna help me? Well, you'll be able to find a good way to win her over if you know what she likes."
That's what I have to do. I have to get to know her, and then use that to get her to go out with me!
"Thanks, Chad. You're the best!" I tell myself, smiling. "Not a problem. It's what I do!" I reply, and flop down onto the couch.
One thoughtful hour later, I know exactly what I'm going to do.
Perfect.
Yeah, I know, it wasn't an incredibly long chapter, but who cares? The real fun begins later… ;)
-Sarah :P
