Ah, but will the sultry and headstrong Whitney admit that she actually likes Fergus? Only Fergus and Fiona are my characters.
Chapter Six
Bring It On: Whitney
Jamie went for the tryouts in the end, but she also went for the Cybernetics Club entrance test too. She got into both the squad and the geek-club. Courtney was flabbergasted at Jamie's choice, but Missy and Darcy both agreed that it was a "fine idea".
"And today there was this lesson on soda constructing..." Jamie was saying excitedly to Fergus, who was growing cuter painful day by painful day. I was lying on the couch, totally exhausted after a busy day, still in my shorts and tank I wore for cheer practice. Fiona was invited into the squad as a yell marshal and cheer-writer.
As I lay there, the cool balmy breeze blowing in, with Jamie's and Fergus' droning voice in the background along with Fiona's piano playing, I felt my eyelids drooping. I sighed, feeling my tired legs sinking into the soft cushion, and dozed off...
...............
"Whitney..."
I fluttered through the heavy layers of sleep, stretching out. I blinked a couple of times before looking straight into the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. "Fergus!" I sat upright. It was nearly ten at night and my stomach was growling.
"Whitney, you're flushed," he said. I was pushing myself off the couch, feeling a little lightheaded and drowsy. The air seemed to be stifling. I mumbled something about taking a shower before taking some food, but Fergus put his smooth brown hand on my forehead.
"You're ill!" he exclaimed before I slumped against his shoulder. My knees were quivering and my eyelids seemed to weigh a ton. I felt a glass pushed into my parched lips and cool water met my tongue. I drank the water, feeling temporary coolness before the heat sprang to life again. I felt myself being lifted by a pair of strong arms, my head against a broad chest.
"Fiona! Open the door, Whitney's half-conscious!" Fergus yelled as I lay limply in his arms, vaguely wondering what the commotion was about. I heard Fiona shriek, then I was lowered onto my bed. Merciful coolness touched my face as somebody sponged me with cool water.
"I'm okay, I'm just a little tired," I remember saying before blackness swamped my vision.
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"Go Whitney! Go Whitney!" the crowd chanted. I stood poised under the spotlight, ready to begin my solo routine. I counted under my breath. In three seconds, the music will started, and the crowd will go wild.
Three...two...one...
Silence.
Puzzled, I looked around the auditorium. Nobody. The crowd had vanished into thin air.
"Whitney." Fergus.
Before I had time to reply, he grabbed me in a tight embrace, his strong, beautiful lips capturing mine in a deep passionate kiss. I literally melted. For what seemed like ages, we stood there under the spotlight in the empty auditorium, lips fused as one.
Magic.
We broke free, staring into each other's eyes, not saying anything for minutes.
"I like you, Whitney," Fergus whispered.
"I...I..."
He's a dork. A geek. A boring computer nerd that made your sister one of his kind. A little voice suddenly said in my mind. I tried to ignore it, but it kept repeating.
"I...I..." I said out loud, before screaming hysterically as the little voice grew so loud it enveloped me entirely.
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"Whitney! Wake up!" Jamie was screaming as she shook me violently. I was still screaming. Fiona was also shaking me, nearly in hysterics. I sat bold upright, drenched in sweat, my hair in tangles. I was shuddering and my teeth was chattering.
"What happened!" I squeaked. Jamie and Fiona slumped back down onto the bed in relief. Then Fiona sat up again and felt my forehead gingerly.
"She's okay!" Fiona cried. Then she said, "Whitney, you were sleeping for two days. The doc said you were just over exhausted and needed some time out." Jamie nodded vigorously.
"The best thing you need now is a nice bubble bath," Jamie said as she bounded off my bed and into the bathroom. I heard the sound of water running.
"What's the time now," I said as I dropped back onto my bed. Fiona fumbled about and brought my clock right up to my nose. 2:00 AM. I groaned.
Suddenly my door was flung open and Fergus walked in, still in his grubby jeans and two days of stubble. His hair was a mess and he looked like he pulled two all-nighters in a row.
He stumbled into my armchair, putting one hand over his face. "Are you okay Whitney?" he said. "I was typing my dissertation." Fiona bounded over to him and shoved him.
"No boys allowed," she yelled, pushing him. But he was already asleep on my chair. I shrugged and went into the bathroom to take my bath. Let him sleep there. I'll just sleep in the guestroom, since he was so kind as to carry me to my room.
The water was refreshing as I splashed around in the tub. I washed my hair thoroughly and put a facial mask on my face. I lay back and enjoyed myself soaking. I wriggled my toes in the warm water.
When I decided that it was enough, I got out of the tub and dried off. I put on white silk pajamas and got out of the bathroom. Fergus was still lying blissfully across my flowered chair, looking so angelic as he slept.
I went over to cover his bare chest with my duvet. As I leaned over to tuck him in, he put his arms around me sleepily and hugged my to his chest. I felt warm and secure, then I quickly pushed his arms away. He's a dork, that stupid little voice was saying to me.
Meanwhile, Fergus snuggled into the duvet like a baby.
Chapter Six
Bring It On: Whitney
Jamie went for the tryouts in the end, but she also went for the Cybernetics Club entrance test too. She got into both the squad and the geek-club. Courtney was flabbergasted at Jamie's choice, but Missy and Darcy both agreed that it was a "fine idea".
"And today there was this lesson on soda constructing..." Jamie was saying excitedly to Fergus, who was growing cuter painful day by painful day. I was lying on the couch, totally exhausted after a busy day, still in my shorts and tank I wore for cheer practice. Fiona was invited into the squad as a yell marshal and cheer-writer.
As I lay there, the cool balmy breeze blowing in, with Jamie's and Fergus' droning voice in the background along with Fiona's piano playing, I felt my eyelids drooping. I sighed, feeling my tired legs sinking into the soft cushion, and dozed off...
...............
"Whitney..."
I fluttered through the heavy layers of sleep, stretching out. I blinked a couple of times before looking straight into the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. "Fergus!" I sat upright. It was nearly ten at night and my stomach was growling.
"Whitney, you're flushed," he said. I was pushing myself off the couch, feeling a little lightheaded and drowsy. The air seemed to be stifling. I mumbled something about taking a shower before taking some food, but Fergus put his smooth brown hand on my forehead.
"You're ill!" he exclaimed before I slumped against his shoulder. My knees were quivering and my eyelids seemed to weigh a ton. I felt a glass pushed into my parched lips and cool water met my tongue. I drank the water, feeling temporary coolness before the heat sprang to life again. I felt myself being lifted by a pair of strong arms, my head against a broad chest.
"Fiona! Open the door, Whitney's half-conscious!" Fergus yelled as I lay limply in his arms, vaguely wondering what the commotion was about. I heard Fiona shriek, then I was lowered onto my bed. Merciful coolness touched my face as somebody sponged me with cool water.
"I'm okay, I'm just a little tired," I remember saying before blackness swamped my vision.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
"Go Whitney! Go Whitney!" the crowd chanted. I stood poised under the spotlight, ready to begin my solo routine. I counted under my breath. In three seconds, the music will started, and the crowd will go wild.
Three...two...one...
Silence.
Puzzled, I looked around the auditorium. Nobody. The crowd had vanished into thin air.
"Whitney." Fergus.
Before I had time to reply, he grabbed me in a tight embrace, his strong, beautiful lips capturing mine in a deep passionate kiss. I literally melted. For what seemed like ages, we stood there under the spotlight in the empty auditorium, lips fused as one.
Magic.
We broke free, staring into each other's eyes, not saying anything for minutes.
"I like you, Whitney," Fergus whispered.
"I...I..."
He's a dork. A geek. A boring computer nerd that made your sister one of his kind. A little voice suddenly said in my mind. I tried to ignore it, but it kept repeating.
"I...I..." I said out loud, before screaming hysterically as the little voice grew so loud it enveloped me entirely.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
"Whitney! Wake up!" Jamie was screaming as she shook me violently. I was still screaming. Fiona was also shaking me, nearly in hysterics. I sat bold upright, drenched in sweat, my hair in tangles. I was shuddering and my teeth was chattering.
"What happened!" I squeaked. Jamie and Fiona slumped back down onto the bed in relief. Then Fiona sat up again and felt my forehead gingerly.
"She's okay!" Fiona cried. Then she said, "Whitney, you were sleeping for two days. The doc said you were just over exhausted and needed some time out." Jamie nodded vigorously.
"The best thing you need now is a nice bubble bath," Jamie said as she bounded off my bed and into the bathroom. I heard the sound of water running.
"What's the time now," I said as I dropped back onto my bed. Fiona fumbled about and brought my clock right up to my nose. 2:00 AM. I groaned.
Suddenly my door was flung open and Fergus walked in, still in his grubby jeans and two days of stubble. His hair was a mess and he looked like he pulled two all-nighters in a row.
He stumbled into my armchair, putting one hand over his face. "Are you okay Whitney?" he said. "I was typing my dissertation." Fiona bounded over to him and shoved him.
"No boys allowed," she yelled, pushing him. But he was already asleep on my chair. I shrugged and went into the bathroom to take my bath. Let him sleep there. I'll just sleep in the guestroom, since he was so kind as to carry me to my room.
The water was refreshing as I splashed around in the tub. I washed my hair thoroughly and put a facial mask on my face. I lay back and enjoyed myself soaking. I wriggled my toes in the warm water.
When I decided that it was enough, I got out of the tub and dried off. I put on white silk pajamas and got out of the bathroom. Fergus was still lying blissfully across my flowered chair, looking so angelic as he slept.
I went over to cover his bare chest with my duvet. As I leaned over to tuck him in, he put his arms around me sleepily and hugged my to his chest. I felt warm and secure, then I quickly pushed his arms away. He's a dork, that stupid little voice was saying to me.
Meanwhile, Fergus snuggled into the duvet like a baby.