Okay people! Here's Chapter 17!! Sorry to announce, but this fic will be discontinued for a month or so. I'm going away to French camp, and they don't allow anything to be brought in that isn't written in French. So... you can live for a month w/o All's Fair, right? LoL!!
Hey! I know, Chadney and ET aren't in this fic as much as I hoped... I'm losing my touch! LoL! But I tried to stick some Chadney in here... I might just give up on ET, they've gone from a forbidden love to pathetic Romeo and Juliet wannabees. I've actually become a Gwen fan now, scary as it sounds. Anyways, I'm going to try to write more Chadney!!
Also, as a reminder: I am not taking credit for this fic. It's mostly Francine Pascal's dialog, and JER's Passions characters. I am just putting them together for other's enjoyment.
All's Fair in High School
Chapter 17
"This is a really nice place," Theresa said as Whitney led her out to the deck at the Lighthouse Café. "I'm glad we went here instead of the Book Café. If I have to have another double expresso, I'm gonna die."
"I know," Whitney replied. " Plus, I just really needed to get out of the house."
" So, living with Chad isn't a dream existence, is it?" Theresa asked, dropping into the chair across from Whitney's.
Whit felt her face grow warm. Theresa had known Chad and his family for a really long time, and she didn't want to offend her friend. " No, it's fine."
" Are you kidding? I can't imagine what it would be like living under the same roof with Chad." Theresa said, rolling her eyes. " The boy is impossible."
Whit laughed, relieved. " No kidding. I feel like I have to watch every move I make around him, even though it's my house!"
" All right. If you're here to get away from Sir moody, let's not talk about him." Theresa said, picking up a menu.
Whitney clasped her hands together as an idea dawned on her. She had been dying to get advice about Chad. And since Theresa knew him better than anyone else...
But no. She couldn't really tell Theresa how she felt about Chad. Asking a friend about her best friend wasn't exactly classy. But if she played her cards right...
" Hey, Resa? Can I ask you something?" Whiteny hedged, sounding hesitant.
" Sure, Whit. Anything," Theresa said.
" It's about this guy." Whitney went on.
" Who?" Theresa asked immeadiately.
" You don't know him." Whitney replied quickly. " For now, let's just call him "Guy"."
" Okay, so what's up with Guy?"
" The problem is, I have a big crush on him, but he acts like he couldn't care less about me." Whitney explained.
" Forget about him. You need someone who'll treat you like a goddess." Theresa said confidently.
" Oh, trust me, I've tried. It's just like, no matter what, I can't get him out of my head." Whitney sighed.
" Okay. So, pretty much what you're saying is, he's totally wrong for you, the complete opposite of what you are, right?" Theresa asked, arching a thick eyebrow.
" Sounds stupid, doesn't it?" Whiteny asked, looking down at her hands.
" No! Not at all! It's totally classic. The lure of the unavailible." Theresa said, leaning back in her chair.
" You really think so?" Whitney asked hopefully. This would make her life much simpler. Get Chad out of her head, and start concentrating on school and most importantly, tennis.
" Of course. And I know just the cure, too."
" What?" Whitney practically leaped out of her chair.
" Kiss him." Theresa's dark eyes shined mischeviously.
Whitney's heart dropped along with her jaw. The waiter appearered amd placed their dishes in front of them. Theresa smirked as she smoothed her napkin on her lap.
" Are you for real?" Whitney finally asked. Just the thought of kissing Chad put her pulse into overdrive. How could doing it help? She's probably suffer from a stroke if they're lips ever met.
" It's like this," Theresa explained as she munched on some lettuce. "What you're feeling now isn't love, right? More like an obsession."
" Yeah..." Whitney said hesitantly.
" You can either grab the bull by the horns and do it or wait around feeling all heartsick for months until you finally hook up with him at some Christmas Party under some mistletoe and realize that he's not all that. Do you really want to spend half your senior year wondering?" Theresa asked.
" I guess that does make sense," Whitney mused.
" Trust me," Theresa said. " Kissing may be fun, but only one kiss in a hundred tells you that you've found true love. Chances are, you're going to see that he's just a regular guy and your crush will dissolve faster that one of those alka-seltzer tablets."
Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald
Whitney is so obviously in love with Chad.
And Chad so obviously needs a girlfriend just like Whitney.
But I guess that still doesn't make what I did right.
But the way I see it, one of two things will happen:
1) Chad will blow Whitney off, and she'll move on with her life.
Or
2) Chad will wake up to the bad coffee and finally realize that Whitney is the perfect girl for him and they'll get together.
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When Miguel got to the hospital, Charity was sitting in her bed, watching a rerun of Friends. She was alone.
Miguel's stomach tighened. For two days he had been able to aovid having to talk with her alone. She was always either sleeping or... sleeping.
He had been hoping that the family would be here with her, but no such luck.
" Miguel!" She looked at him and smiled weakly. " Come on in." She hit the remote control to turn off the TV and sat back expectantly.
" Hey Char." He managed a grin as he strode up to her and quickly kissed her cheek. Then he busied himself with clearing off the nearby rolling table so she couldn't study his expression too closely.
" Mint chocolate chip! I love this stuff!" Charity said as he pulled the ice cream from the bag. " I love that I have a boyfriend that knows everything about me."
Miguel looked up. He wanted to remind her that he wasn't her boyfriend anymore, but there was no telling how she would react. Besides, she was right about one thing: He did know everything about Charity-too much, in fact.
Obviously she thought they were getting back together. There was no way he was going to let that happen. Problem was, he couldn't tell her. Not now, when she was lying in the hospital, recovering from a suicide attempt because he broke up with her.
It would have to wait until later. He'd already hurt her- he couldn't stand to do it again.
Hey! I know, Chadney and ET aren't in this fic as much as I hoped... I'm losing my touch! LoL! But I tried to stick some Chadney in here... I might just give up on ET, they've gone from a forbidden love to pathetic Romeo and Juliet wannabees. I've actually become a Gwen fan now, scary as it sounds. Anyways, I'm going to try to write more Chadney!!
Also, as a reminder: I am not taking credit for this fic. It's mostly Francine Pascal's dialog, and JER's Passions characters. I am just putting them together for other's enjoyment.
All's Fair in High School
Chapter 17
"This is a really nice place," Theresa said as Whitney led her out to the deck at the Lighthouse Café. "I'm glad we went here instead of the Book Café. If I have to have another double expresso, I'm gonna die."
"I know," Whitney replied. " Plus, I just really needed to get out of the house."
" So, living with Chad isn't a dream existence, is it?" Theresa asked, dropping into the chair across from Whitney's.
Whit felt her face grow warm. Theresa had known Chad and his family for a really long time, and she didn't want to offend her friend. " No, it's fine."
" Are you kidding? I can't imagine what it would be like living under the same roof with Chad." Theresa said, rolling her eyes. " The boy is impossible."
Whit laughed, relieved. " No kidding. I feel like I have to watch every move I make around him, even though it's my house!"
" All right. If you're here to get away from Sir moody, let's not talk about him." Theresa said, picking up a menu.
Whitney clasped her hands together as an idea dawned on her. She had been dying to get advice about Chad. And since Theresa knew him better than anyone else...
But no. She couldn't really tell Theresa how she felt about Chad. Asking a friend about her best friend wasn't exactly classy. But if she played her cards right...
" Hey, Resa? Can I ask you something?" Whiteny hedged, sounding hesitant.
" Sure, Whit. Anything," Theresa said.
" It's about this guy." Whitney went on.
" Who?" Theresa asked immeadiately.
" You don't know him." Whitney replied quickly. " For now, let's just call him "Guy"."
" Okay, so what's up with Guy?"
" The problem is, I have a big crush on him, but he acts like he couldn't care less about me." Whitney explained.
" Forget about him. You need someone who'll treat you like a goddess." Theresa said confidently.
" Oh, trust me, I've tried. It's just like, no matter what, I can't get him out of my head." Whitney sighed.
" Okay. So, pretty much what you're saying is, he's totally wrong for you, the complete opposite of what you are, right?" Theresa asked, arching a thick eyebrow.
" Sounds stupid, doesn't it?" Whiteny asked, looking down at her hands.
" No! Not at all! It's totally classic. The lure of the unavailible." Theresa said, leaning back in her chair.
" You really think so?" Whitney asked hopefully. This would make her life much simpler. Get Chad out of her head, and start concentrating on school and most importantly, tennis.
" Of course. And I know just the cure, too."
" What?" Whitney practically leaped out of her chair.
" Kiss him." Theresa's dark eyes shined mischeviously.
Whitney's heart dropped along with her jaw. The waiter appearered amd placed their dishes in front of them. Theresa smirked as she smoothed her napkin on her lap.
" Are you for real?" Whitney finally asked. Just the thought of kissing Chad put her pulse into overdrive. How could doing it help? She's probably suffer from a stroke if they're lips ever met.
" It's like this," Theresa explained as she munched on some lettuce. "What you're feeling now isn't love, right? More like an obsession."
" Yeah..." Whitney said hesitantly.
" You can either grab the bull by the horns and do it or wait around feeling all heartsick for months until you finally hook up with him at some Christmas Party under some mistletoe and realize that he's not all that. Do you really want to spend half your senior year wondering?" Theresa asked.
" I guess that does make sense," Whitney mused.
" Trust me," Theresa said. " Kissing may be fun, but only one kiss in a hundred tells you that you've found true love. Chances are, you're going to see that he's just a regular guy and your crush will dissolve faster that one of those alka-seltzer tablets."
Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald
Whitney is so obviously in love with Chad.
And Chad so obviously needs a girlfriend just like Whitney.
But I guess that still doesn't make what I did right.
But the way I see it, one of two things will happen:
1) Chad will blow Whitney off, and she'll move on with her life.
Or
2) Chad will wake up to the bad coffee and finally realize that Whitney is the perfect girl for him and they'll get together.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Miguel got to the hospital, Charity was sitting in her bed, watching a rerun of Friends. She was alone.
Miguel's stomach tighened. For two days he had been able to aovid having to talk with her alone. She was always either sleeping or... sleeping.
He had been hoping that the family would be here with her, but no such luck.
" Miguel!" She looked at him and smiled weakly. " Come on in." She hit the remote control to turn off the TV and sat back expectantly.
" Hey Char." He managed a grin as he strode up to her and quickly kissed her cheek. Then he busied himself with clearing off the nearby rolling table so she couldn't study his expression too closely.
" Mint chocolate chip! I love this stuff!" Charity said as he pulled the ice cream from the bag. " I love that I have a boyfriend that knows everything about me."
Miguel looked up. He wanted to remind her that he wasn't her boyfriend anymore, but there was no telling how she would react. Besides, she was right about one thing: He did know everything about Charity-too much, in fact.
Obviously she thought they were getting back together. There was no way he was going to let that happen. Problem was, he couldn't tell her. Not now, when she was lying in the hospital, recovering from a suicide attempt because he broke up with her.
It would have to wait until later. He'd already hurt her- he couldn't stand to do it again.