A.N. Okay, once again THANK YOU for all the reviews. They really inspire me to write more and more!!! Concerning Eric's candy bar choice, I went back and watched the movie again today and I can't tell if it's a Milky Way or Snickers so... whatever you want it to be. Also, this chapter is going to be posted with the much-anticipated POOL scene. Also the final words Eric hears are actually in the movie, listen for them.
Chapter Eight: Insomnia, Nosy Roommates, and Tiny Equipment
I'm standing in my hotel room conferring with a few colleagues about the preparations for the Alamo. I can see someone watching the screen, which shows what Grace is doing, intently. I myself am watching it discreetly as I talk. The preps are all done and checked twice so I make my way closer to the screen. I can hear people talking now.
"I saw that gentleman stop by the room last night." Mary Jo, a.k.a. Miss Texas, was saying with a mischievous look on her pretty face. The man closet to the screen turns and makes eye contact with me before he turns his attention to the situation unfolding before him.
Another girl I can't see comments "Gentleman?" Oh shit, they caught us!
Mary Jo continues like a hawk swooping in on its prey, slowly circling Grace, a victorious smile on her face. It's almost as if she has won a big race but I know Grace and I know this won't slow her down, a minor setback maybe. But she was always good at thinking on her toes. "Uh-huh" Mary Jo's voice is even dripping with power.
Miss Hawaii steps into the conversation. "That's not allowed. No men in the room." She says haughtily.
"Oh but things are different here on the mainland five-oh" Miss New York inserts with as much attitude as possible.
I walk over to the screen surprised to see worry crease Grace's flawless complexion. Another contestant steps up to defend my Grace. "Now hold on ladies, let's just hear her side of the story. Are you sleepin' with a judge?"
Grace's face relaxes into a laugh and a giant weight is lifted off my chest. Wait, did I just think of Grace as mine? "Oh, oh THAT guy. No, no, I...I...I...I was dating him for a little while because he told me he had an incurable disease."
Oooo's fill both rooms as both parties feel sympathy toward me, however the sympathy was different from both sides. "Yeah, yeah I...I...I didn't realize it was stupidity." Grace continues and now laughter erupts from both rooms.
I have to laugh to and say out loud, "Alright." Willing her to be quiet so I can sort out why I am now referring to Grace as mine, at least to myself. However, she did not hear my silent plea.
"He is such a pathetic loser. It's like I'm sorry he's obsesses with me but at some point it's like 'hello, move on, get over yaself' Ya know?" She continues rewarded with hearty laughs on both ends. That is except for me. The smile on my face is fake as is my laugh. Her words stung even though she meant them as a joke. I realize now that I do have unavoidable feelings for my best friend and I need to discuss this with her, SOON.
"I mean his ego is like this big." Grace is saying holding her arms far apart. She changes the tone in her voice and continues with her fingers a small distance apart, "but his equipment is like this big."
I laugh again for good measure, extremely affected by her callous words. "Good cover. Yeah, we worked that out together." I add the last part because I'm starting to receive strange looks. I turn away from the screen hoping the old cliché, out of sight out of mind, holds true. It doesn't I can still hear her talking as I tell my unit, "Alright, back to work. Get ready for the Alamo. Break it up."
I watch everyone walk out as her final words echo in my ears, "Yeah it got to the point where it was like sucking on a needle." Sure it was a joke but sometimes words hurt more than anything.
Chapter Eight: Insomnia, Nosy Roommates, and Tiny Equipment
I'm standing in my hotel room conferring with a few colleagues about the preparations for the Alamo. I can see someone watching the screen, which shows what Grace is doing, intently. I myself am watching it discreetly as I talk. The preps are all done and checked twice so I make my way closer to the screen. I can hear people talking now.
"I saw that gentleman stop by the room last night." Mary Jo, a.k.a. Miss Texas, was saying with a mischievous look on her pretty face. The man closet to the screen turns and makes eye contact with me before he turns his attention to the situation unfolding before him.
Another girl I can't see comments "Gentleman?" Oh shit, they caught us!
Mary Jo continues like a hawk swooping in on its prey, slowly circling Grace, a victorious smile on her face. It's almost as if she has won a big race but I know Grace and I know this won't slow her down, a minor setback maybe. But she was always good at thinking on her toes. "Uh-huh" Mary Jo's voice is even dripping with power.
Miss Hawaii steps into the conversation. "That's not allowed. No men in the room." She says haughtily.
"Oh but things are different here on the mainland five-oh" Miss New York inserts with as much attitude as possible.
I walk over to the screen surprised to see worry crease Grace's flawless complexion. Another contestant steps up to defend my Grace. "Now hold on ladies, let's just hear her side of the story. Are you sleepin' with a judge?"
Grace's face relaxes into a laugh and a giant weight is lifted off my chest. Wait, did I just think of Grace as mine? "Oh, oh THAT guy. No, no, I...I...I...I was dating him for a little while because he told me he had an incurable disease."
Oooo's fill both rooms as both parties feel sympathy toward me, however the sympathy was different from both sides. "Yeah, yeah I...I...I didn't realize it was stupidity." Grace continues and now laughter erupts from both rooms.
I have to laugh to and say out loud, "Alright." Willing her to be quiet so I can sort out why I am now referring to Grace as mine, at least to myself. However, she did not hear my silent plea.
"He is such a pathetic loser. It's like I'm sorry he's obsesses with me but at some point it's like 'hello, move on, get over yaself' Ya know?" She continues rewarded with hearty laughs on both ends. That is except for me. The smile on my face is fake as is my laugh. Her words stung even though she meant them as a joke. I realize now that I do have unavoidable feelings for my best friend and I need to discuss this with her, SOON.
"I mean his ego is like this big." Grace is saying holding her arms far apart. She changes the tone in her voice and continues with her fingers a small distance apart, "but his equipment is like this big."
I laugh again for good measure, extremely affected by her callous words. "Good cover. Yeah, we worked that out together." I add the last part because I'm starting to receive strange looks. I turn away from the screen hoping the old cliché, out of sight out of mind, holds true. It doesn't I can still hear her talking as I tell my unit, "Alright, back to work. Get ready for the Alamo. Break it up."
I watch everyone walk out as her final words echo in my ears, "Yeah it got to the point where it was like sucking on a needle." Sure it was a joke but sometimes words hurt more than anything.