Chapter 14

The show ended with an applause and a curtain call that had been rehearsed to perfection. The booth were acknowleged as well as the rest of the tech team. As soon as the curtain closed, we began closing shop. We turned off the equipment and covered them with dust cloths. We waited until the cast began to file out to greet their loved ones.

The booth came out and dispersed. My assistant went straight to her friends and congratulated the cast members. I hung back by the booth door awkwardly, I wasn't a fan of crowds, and the emotion made the atmosphere around me more tense.

I kept to myself until I felt another body come up beside me. Quil quietly stood beside me, surveying the crowd like I had been doing.

"Good job up there."

"Thank you."

"you like it up there? In the booth?"

I nodded my head, "We're the people who bring the entire show together without having to be scene."

"Like the cherries right?"

"Pardon?" I said, confused.

"You know, like in a pie. You have the bottom crust, the Director," he pointed to mrs. Brown, "The top crust, the cast," he nodded to the horde of people surrounding the actors, "And the cherry filling," he turned to look at me, "You."

I blushed and looked away from the intense gaze, "I guess we are."

"Well a pie isn't a pie without a filling."

"Especially cherries." I added.

"So youre a fruit eh?" he said., I couldn't help but crack a little bit of a smile. Seeing this he smiled and kept going, "Cherry, bumbleberry, peach, apple… you're a fruity girl." He said, both of us chuckling.

"You're wrong, there isn't a peach pie, there is only peach cobbler and I don't like Apple pie, too much cinamon for my liking."

"fine than what is your favorite?" he asked.

I thought for a bit, "It's a three way tie between Keylime, lemon mirangue, and rhubarb." Quil's face twisted into a grimace.

"How can you like rhubarb? Its so tart!"

"I like sour stuff! It adds a kick."

"I should have known." He said.

"What does that mean?" I asked, a little apprehensive at his comment.

"well you're a bit tart to yourself, but it adds a real spice to you. Just something extra to make it interesting."

He had flattered me once again and made me blush. Before I could say anything, Mrs. Brown called all the company members back to the green room for our post-show meeting.

Heading back to the green room, I sat next to Will. We exchanged a few comments on the show, nothing of interest. Hey, we don't want to spoil the whole "bro sister too cool for each other" façade. The meeting lasted for a good 50 minutes, mostly of Mrs. Brown prompting everyone to tell her the compliments about the show. After that was over, the tech was dismissed to finish cleaning up and go home.

I went up to the booth to do a final check and lock up. I turned around in time to see Quil coming out from the foyer.

"Locking up?" he asked.

"yup."

"Cool. I imagine it gets pretty hot up there with all the technology."

"Yeah we have a fan but it still gets really warm up there."

"do you mind if I check it out?"

"sure." And Quil disappeared up the stairs, coming down a few seconds later fanning himself."

"How do you not have a heat stroke up there?"

"I keep a water bottle up there so that I'm hydrated."

"still, its boiling up there."

He stepped out and waited as I shut and locked the door. We made our way back to Mrs. Brown's office where I left the keys and signed out. As we stepped outside, Quil said bye and walked over to his mom's car.

I began to make my way over to Will's car, contemplating the nights events. He missed me. I heard the whisper. I was positive that it hadn't been in my head and I wasn't crazy. Friends didn't say stuff like that, did they?

I got home and made my way to my room. I stripped and got in my pajamas. I merely splashed water on my face and than made my way to my bed. Putting in ear phones as I sunk into the comfort of my blankets, I hear a buz come from my bag at my desk. I went over and pulled out my phone. There was a text from an unknown number. I opened the message:

How do you feel about Peach Pie?

QUIL! HOW DID HE GET MY NUMBER!? I panicked, thoughts running around in my head from how did he get my number to what do I say? I decided to play it cool:

I told you, there is no such thing as Peach Pie

I can prove you wrong

?

Are you free Sunday?

What did he want to do on Sunday? My heart pounded, what was he asking? Did he want to see me?

I think so, why?

Cool, I'll be over at noon. Don't eat lunch. See you tomorrow!

My brain overloaded at that moment with information in need of processing. I collapsed on my bed. I was too confused to even listened to my ipod! I laid there, keeping my mind blank of thoughts, save for a picture…

Quil