Part 4
Disclaimer: I own nothing, no one and no where…or something like
that.
Chris sat in his living room the next morning, brooding. Had Jill really
and truly…kissed him? He knew it couldn't have happened. There was no
way. He must have dreamed it. He eventually convinced himself beyond all
doubt that it had not happened.
He glanced at the clock. It was 10:00. Was that too early to call Jill?
He hoped not. He jumped up and ran up the stairs to his phone in the hall.
He dialed the same numbers he had yesterday, the same bubble of hope
swelling in his mind. He held the phone to his ear, listening expectantly. One
ring…two rings…three…four…click "Hi, this is Jill." Chris began to say,
"Hi, Jill," but the voice went on. "I'm sorry, but I can't come to the phone
right now. Please leave a message after the tone. Thanks!" BEEP! "Hi, Jill,
this is Chris. Please give me a call when you get a chance. Bye," he said,
disappointed, before hanging up the phone. He walked into his bedroom,
baffled. Where was Jill at 10:00 in the morning? He shook his head. It was
early, and he didn't want to think about these sorts of things now. He laid his
head back on his pillows, and, within moments, fell peacefully and
dreamlessly asleep.
Jill rolled over and groggily half-opened her eyes. Her head felt like it
weighed a ton, as did her eyelids. She tried to work her mouth, to call
"Hello?" but no sound came out. Her eyes were closing rapidly, and she
succumbed to the calling sleep.
Carlos sat in his own living room, musing over his actions of last
night. Perhaps it wouldn't get Jill to fall in love with him, true…but if there
was no one else around, she'd have to be dependent on him. And with
dependence…there would have to be some affection there, right? Of course!
There was no other way. Although…when he thought about it…who would
offer him competition for Jill's affection? There was no one who could even
firefly, let alone a candle, to his own charm, good looks, and modesty. No
one at all. Maybe he'd let her go…after all, that drug WAS supposed to
make her memory hazy. Suddenly, Carlos' eyes widened with glee and a
smile fit for a toothpaste commercial lit his visage. Yes…that was what he
would do. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He sat back with a smug smile
on his face, nodding his head slightly. Wonderful.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, no one and no where…or something like
that.
Chris sat in his living room the next morning, brooding. Had Jill really
and truly…kissed him? He knew it couldn't have happened. There was no
way. He must have dreamed it. He eventually convinced himself beyond all
doubt that it had not happened.
He glanced at the clock. It was 10:00. Was that too early to call Jill?
He hoped not. He jumped up and ran up the stairs to his phone in the hall.
He dialed the same numbers he had yesterday, the same bubble of hope
swelling in his mind. He held the phone to his ear, listening expectantly. One
ring…two rings…three…four…click "Hi, this is Jill." Chris began to say,
"Hi, Jill," but the voice went on. "I'm sorry, but I can't come to the phone
right now. Please leave a message after the tone. Thanks!" BEEP! "Hi, Jill,
this is Chris. Please give me a call when you get a chance. Bye," he said,
disappointed, before hanging up the phone. He walked into his bedroom,
baffled. Where was Jill at 10:00 in the morning? He shook his head. It was
early, and he didn't want to think about these sorts of things now. He laid his
head back on his pillows, and, within moments, fell peacefully and
dreamlessly asleep.
Jill rolled over and groggily half-opened her eyes. Her head felt like it
weighed a ton, as did her eyelids. She tried to work her mouth, to call
"Hello?" but no sound came out. Her eyes were closing rapidly, and she
succumbed to the calling sleep.
Carlos sat in his own living room, musing over his actions of last
night. Perhaps it wouldn't get Jill to fall in love with him, true…but if there
was no one else around, she'd have to be dependent on him. And with
dependence…there would have to be some affection there, right? Of course!
There was no other way. Although…when he thought about it…who would
offer him competition for Jill's affection? There was no one who could even
firefly, let alone a candle, to his own charm, good looks, and modesty. No
one at all. Maybe he'd let her go…after all, that drug WAS supposed to
make her memory hazy. Suddenly, Carlos' eyes widened with glee and a
smile fit for a toothpaste commercial lit his visage. Yes…that was what he
would do. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He sat back with a smug smile
on his face, nodding his head slightly. Wonderful.