Whitney and Fergus have a heart-to-heart talk under the stars. Expect some
r-r-romance! Only Fergus and Fiona are my characters.
Chapter Ten
Bring It On: Whitney
"Um, uh-huh. Yeah. Um, okay. Okay, bye."
Fergus put the phone down on the cradle delicately. I sat watching the David Letterman Show eating a banana, but actually I was listening to Fergus talk to Kasey, which was mostly ums and uh-huhs and yeahs.
"So you have a date with Kasey," I remarked. Fergus blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"Actually, I turned her down. She was, um, a little too jumpy," he replied, still looking at the phone. I felt a strange wave of emotion wash over me. Relief, anxiety, anticipation and a little hesitation.
I flicked the television off. Dare I do it? Of course, Whitney! You're Rancho Carne's co-vixen, along with Courtney. "I'm going outside for some fresh air. Would you like to join me?" I asked, somehow afraid of his answer.
Fergus turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. He was actually shocked to receive an invitation from me! "Err, yeah. I think that's a fine idea," he replied, visibly pleased. I went out into the backyard and sat on the swing. It was a cool, starry night. Fergus came from behind me and started pushing the swing. We just stayed like that for a few silent minutes.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Fergus commented.
"Yeah," I replied, hypnotized.
"My mother and your mother are distant cousins. Isn't it ironic that they turned out to be best friends?"
"When I first met Aunt Felicia, I always felt that she was a real pompous lady."
"I agree."
"You do?"
"She doesn't like the fact that she's Chinese. I think it's a benefit. I'm proud of my Chinese heritage. Don't you know that our great grandfather was a Minister in the Imperial Court?"
"No, I didn't bother to research."
"Maybe you should. It's really interesting."
We remained silent for a while before I decided to break the silence.
"Are you and Fiona very close?"
"Very-very-very close. She's as close to me as you are as close to Jamie."
"I think Fiona and Rocco should be together. They love each other, even if both of them are too proud to admit it."
"Screw Rocco. He hurt my sister."
"But Fiona hurt him more. I could tell it from Rocco's eyes. The kind of look that said, 'Kill me or torture me, I shall always be beside you.' Seriously."
"What are you, Dear Abby? Maybe you're right," he said thoughtfully, holding the swing close to him. That meant I was tightly against his chest. We turned to look at each other at the precise same moment, our lips just two inches from each other. We stared into each other's eyes, mesmerized by the magic of the moment. Then a car zoomed by, breaking the spell. We looked away, and Fergus continued swinging me.
"Is Big Red in any relation to the Toros?"
"Of course, she was captain before Torrance and boy, was she the meanest one ever. She put the itch in bitch and she was the one who stole our cheers from the Clovers, even if she'd never admit it in a million years."
"Big Red has nice boobs."
"You? Fergus?" I was so surprised that I fell off the swing and landed on him. We fell onto the ground, me atop him. He was laughing.
"I was just kidding! I was just kidding!" he choked. Suddenly, I felt his arms around me. He looked into my eyes seriously, and spoke slowly, pronouncing each word clearly.
"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, with the nicest boobs."
I was melting at the first few words, then turned indignant at the last word. Just as I was about to protest, he rolled over and captured my lips with his, smothering whatever comment I had.
I tingled from head to toe. Magic.
Chapter Ten
Bring It On: Whitney
"Um, uh-huh. Yeah. Um, okay. Okay, bye."
Fergus put the phone down on the cradle delicately. I sat watching the David Letterman Show eating a banana, but actually I was listening to Fergus talk to Kasey, which was mostly ums and uh-huhs and yeahs.
"So you have a date with Kasey," I remarked. Fergus blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"Actually, I turned her down. She was, um, a little too jumpy," he replied, still looking at the phone. I felt a strange wave of emotion wash over me. Relief, anxiety, anticipation and a little hesitation.
I flicked the television off. Dare I do it? Of course, Whitney! You're Rancho Carne's co-vixen, along with Courtney. "I'm going outside for some fresh air. Would you like to join me?" I asked, somehow afraid of his answer.
Fergus turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. He was actually shocked to receive an invitation from me! "Err, yeah. I think that's a fine idea," he replied, visibly pleased. I went out into the backyard and sat on the swing. It was a cool, starry night. Fergus came from behind me and started pushing the swing. We just stayed like that for a few silent minutes.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Fergus commented.
"Yeah," I replied, hypnotized.
"My mother and your mother are distant cousins. Isn't it ironic that they turned out to be best friends?"
"When I first met Aunt Felicia, I always felt that she was a real pompous lady."
"I agree."
"You do?"
"She doesn't like the fact that she's Chinese. I think it's a benefit. I'm proud of my Chinese heritage. Don't you know that our great grandfather was a Minister in the Imperial Court?"
"No, I didn't bother to research."
"Maybe you should. It's really interesting."
We remained silent for a while before I decided to break the silence.
"Are you and Fiona very close?"
"Very-very-very close. She's as close to me as you are as close to Jamie."
"I think Fiona and Rocco should be together. They love each other, even if both of them are too proud to admit it."
"Screw Rocco. He hurt my sister."
"But Fiona hurt him more. I could tell it from Rocco's eyes. The kind of look that said, 'Kill me or torture me, I shall always be beside you.' Seriously."
"What are you, Dear Abby? Maybe you're right," he said thoughtfully, holding the swing close to him. That meant I was tightly against his chest. We turned to look at each other at the precise same moment, our lips just two inches from each other. We stared into each other's eyes, mesmerized by the magic of the moment. Then a car zoomed by, breaking the spell. We looked away, and Fergus continued swinging me.
"Is Big Red in any relation to the Toros?"
"Of course, she was captain before Torrance and boy, was she the meanest one ever. She put the itch in bitch and she was the one who stole our cheers from the Clovers, even if she'd never admit it in a million years."
"Big Red has nice boobs."
"You? Fergus?" I was so surprised that I fell off the swing and landed on him. We fell onto the ground, me atop him. He was laughing.
"I was just kidding! I was just kidding!" he choked. Suddenly, I felt his arms around me. He looked into my eyes seriously, and spoke slowly, pronouncing each word clearly.
"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, with the nicest boobs."
I was melting at the first few words, then turned indignant at the last word. Just as I was about to protest, he rolled over and captured my lips with his, smothering whatever comment I had.
I tingled from head to toe. Magic.