A/N- Lalala. I'm actually in a semi-pissy mood right now. It's that darn
parental unit. I can never seem to do anything right. I feel like such a
failure. I wrote this chapter at 10:30 last night (which is typically when
I find myself writing most of my chapters) and was half-sick and couldn't
sleep. But I already had it planned out. I just took all my anger out on
it. I tried really hard to fix that problem some of you have been
complaining about. You know the putting the actions with the person. It's
not how I normally write but just to please my loyal fans I'll do anything.
Please tell me if it helps. Now . . . on with the story!
CHAPTER 6
Bonita laid in her lower bunk with an ice pack pressed up against her head. Ava paced across the room, trying to understand her friend's story.
"So he carried you off the ice?"
"Yeah" Bonita blushed.
"You're so lucky! I would do anything to have a guy carry me off the ice."
"Ava! I was injured! By your crush!"
"I told you. I don't like him any more."
"That's a laugh."
"Anyway . . ." pressed Ava. "What happened next?"
"He set me on a bench, got someone to go get a nurse and . . . and he . . ."
"He what!?!?"
"He squeezed my hand" Bonita said softly but Ava heard her and she squealed.
"Oh my gawd! He did? That's so cool! Did you like it? Did your heart jump out of your chest? What did he say?"
"He said someone's going to get a nurse, my heart stayed in my chest and I . . . I guess I liked it. I . . ."
"You liked it!?!?!" Ava interrupted.
"I was in too much pain to have it register in my mind."
"Nita, he likes you" Ava said, bouncing a little as she paced.
"Every guy likes me Ava."
"I think he likes you for you."
"He doesn't know me."
"So . . ." pushed her friend. "Let him get to know you. Ask him to the Sadie Hawkins."
"What?!?!" choked Bonita. "Me, ask a guy to the Sadie Hawkins?"
"That's typically how those dances work."
"But Ava! This is me!"
"You can . . . um . . ." Ava thought but her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She opened the door and took one look at the person standing outside. "Asshole" she snarled before slamming the door on his face. There was a knock again and Ava opened it a crack, sticking her head through. "Helloooo . . . I don't wish to speak with you and I'm sure as hell Bonita doesn't either. You've caused enough trouble in our lives as it is. Good bye!" Ava moved to close the door but Portman pushed it open.
"Just listen to me. I came to apologize."
"What's this? Mr. High and mighty Bash Brother had come to apologize? I don't believe what I'm hearing!" Ava threw her hands up in exasperation.
"Look, I'm sorry" he said turning to Bonita, who was still lying in the bed. Bonita mumbled something that neither Ava nor Portman could hear. "And . . ." continued Portman looking at Ava. "I cane to ask you to the movies."
"Excuse me?" squeaked Ava dropping her hands. "Did I hear you correctly? You want to ask me to the movies?"
"No. I just asked you to the movies."
"She's not interested" Portman and Ava looked over at Bonita, who was know sitting up and had dropped her ice pack.
"Nita, you should be resting" said Ava. "And I am to interested! I don't know what makes you think I'm not!"
"Oh you don't? Well I do. I thought you didn't like him anymore. I thought you were a loyal friend who came to my defense this afternoon at the ice rink. I thought you said he was an asshole and you didn't wish to speak with him. I'd like to see you go to a movie without speaking. In fact I'd like to see you go without speaking in general. That's not what I call loyalty. That's what I call betrayal!"
"You don't have to like someone to go to the movies with them" said Ava, shocked from the sudden burst of assertiveness in her friend. "And what does this have to do with loyalty? I am a loyal friend."
"No. A loyal friend puts friends before guys."
"What about a guy friend?"
"You know what I mean. But you Ava, no it's always 'Portman this . . . Portman that . . . boy this . . . boy that . . . Hey! There's a cute guy, let's stalk him!' I was amazed when you yelled at Portman on the rink this afternoon. I saw the true friend in you. I thought you had changed. Guess I was wrong."
"Sorry" interrupted Portman sounding a little unsure and misplaced. "Should I go?"
"No" said Bonita firmly. "Stay. As much as I hate you right now I'd like to warn you about what you're getting into."
"I get it" laughed Ava. "You're jealous."
"Me? Jealous? Of what?"
"I know you're beautiful and every guy thinks so but you're jealous that I'm able to go up to a guy and talk to them. You're jealous of my assertiveness, you're jealous of my courage and you're jealous that Portman asked me to the movies and not you!"
"I wouldn't go to the movies with that ape if my life depended on it! You know what Ava? I am sick and tired of you pushing me around, telling me to stop being so shy. Not everyone can be like you, your highness. I'm sorry I don't measure up to you but someday I might work up the guts to talk to a guy. Maybe I'll ask them something. But I'm preventing myself from dealing with any of the jerks, like Portman, that you deal with being so assertive and all. I'm sick of you ever talking about being guys and I'm sick of your attitude!"
"Fine! I'm sick of your little shy girl routine!" Bonita opened her mouth in protest but Ava kept talking. "I'm sick of you pretending you don't know you're beautiful, I'm sick of you pretending you're innocent and I'm sick of your constant 'attacks' of embarrassment!"
"I'm sick of your lying!" yelled Bonita.
"Yeah? Well I'm sick of you!" screamed Ava back. Bonita's open mouth closed in shock and tears began to well up at the base of her eyes. Portman looked from Ava, who had her hands on her hips and should have had steam coming out of her ears, to Bonita, who was close to crying and her face was red, and back to Ava.
"Ok" said Bonita at last, her voice shaking. "Ok."
"Portman?" asked Ava turning to him. "Do you think we could go to the movies now?"
"Sure" shrugged Portman.
"Ok" repeated Bonita again. "Just go! Get out of here! Don't wake me up when you get back!"
"I'll use my key" said Ava matter-o-factly.
"You're still noisy."
"I'll step on a couple thinks and yell profanities just for you. Come on Portman" Ava stuck her arm through Portman's and dragged him out, slamming the door behind them. The tears that Bonita had been holding in came streaming down her face as she threw herself into her pillow. She let out muffled sobs and her body shook violently. After punching her tear stained pillow a few times Bonita lay back down and closed her eyes, trying to get some rest.
CHAPTER 6
Bonita laid in her lower bunk with an ice pack pressed up against her head. Ava paced across the room, trying to understand her friend's story.
"So he carried you off the ice?"
"Yeah" Bonita blushed.
"You're so lucky! I would do anything to have a guy carry me off the ice."
"Ava! I was injured! By your crush!"
"I told you. I don't like him any more."
"That's a laugh."
"Anyway . . ." pressed Ava. "What happened next?"
"He set me on a bench, got someone to go get a nurse and . . . and he . . ."
"He what!?!?"
"He squeezed my hand" Bonita said softly but Ava heard her and she squealed.
"Oh my gawd! He did? That's so cool! Did you like it? Did your heart jump out of your chest? What did he say?"
"He said someone's going to get a nurse, my heart stayed in my chest and I . . . I guess I liked it. I . . ."
"You liked it!?!?!" Ava interrupted.
"I was in too much pain to have it register in my mind."
"Nita, he likes you" Ava said, bouncing a little as she paced.
"Every guy likes me Ava."
"I think he likes you for you."
"He doesn't know me."
"So . . ." pushed her friend. "Let him get to know you. Ask him to the Sadie Hawkins."
"What?!?!" choked Bonita. "Me, ask a guy to the Sadie Hawkins?"
"That's typically how those dances work."
"But Ava! This is me!"
"You can . . . um . . ." Ava thought but her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She opened the door and took one look at the person standing outside. "Asshole" she snarled before slamming the door on his face. There was a knock again and Ava opened it a crack, sticking her head through. "Helloooo . . . I don't wish to speak with you and I'm sure as hell Bonita doesn't either. You've caused enough trouble in our lives as it is. Good bye!" Ava moved to close the door but Portman pushed it open.
"Just listen to me. I came to apologize."
"What's this? Mr. High and mighty Bash Brother had come to apologize? I don't believe what I'm hearing!" Ava threw her hands up in exasperation.
"Look, I'm sorry" he said turning to Bonita, who was still lying in the bed. Bonita mumbled something that neither Ava nor Portman could hear. "And . . ." continued Portman looking at Ava. "I cane to ask you to the movies."
"Excuse me?" squeaked Ava dropping her hands. "Did I hear you correctly? You want to ask me to the movies?"
"No. I just asked you to the movies."
"She's not interested" Portman and Ava looked over at Bonita, who was know sitting up and had dropped her ice pack.
"Nita, you should be resting" said Ava. "And I am to interested! I don't know what makes you think I'm not!"
"Oh you don't? Well I do. I thought you didn't like him anymore. I thought you were a loyal friend who came to my defense this afternoon at the ice rink. I thought you said he was an asshole and you didn't wish to speak with him. I'd like to see you go to a movie without speaking. In fact I'd like to see you go without speaking in general. That's not what I call loyalty. That's what I call betrayal!"
"You don't have to like someone to go to the movies with them" said Ava, shocked from the sudden burst of assertiveness in her friend. "And what does this have to do with loyalty? I am a loyal friend."
"No. A loyal friend puts friends before guys."
"What about a guy friend?"
"You know what I mean. But you Ava, no it's always 'Portman this . . . Portman that . . . boy this . . . boy that . . . Hey! There's a cute guy, let's stalk him!' I was amazed when you yelled at Portman on the rink this afternoon. I saw the true friend in you. I thought you had changed. Guess I was wrong."
"Sorry" interrupted Portman sounding a little unsure and misplaced. "Should I go?"
"No" said Bonita firmly. "Stay. As much as I hate you right now I'd like to warn you about what you're getting into."
"I get it" laughed Ava. "You're jealous."
"Me? Jealous? Of what?"
"I know you're beautiful and every guy thinks so but you're jealous that I'm able to go up to a guy and talk to them. You're jealous of my assertiveness, you're jealous of my courage and you're jealous that Portman asked me to the movies and not you!"
"I wouldn't go to the movies with that ape if my life depended on it! You know what Ava? I am sick and tired of you pushing me around, telling me to stop being so shy. Not everyone can be like you, your highness. I'm sorry I don't measure up to you but someday I might work up the guts to talk to a guy. Maybe I'll ask them something. But I'm preventing myself from dealing with any of the jerks, like Portman, that you deal with being so assertive and all. I'm sick of you ever talking about being guys and I'm sick of your attitude!"
"Fine! I'm sick of your little shy girl routine!" Bonita opened her mouth in protest but Ava kept talking. "I'm sick of you pretending you don't know you're beautiful, I'm sick of you pretending you're innocent and I'm sick of your constant 'attacks' of embarrassment!"
"I'm sick of your lying!" yelled Bonita.
"Yeah? Well I'm sick of you!" screamed Ava back. Bonita's open mouth closed in shock and tears began to well up at the base of her eyes. Portman looked from Ava, who had her hands on her hips and should have had steam coming out of her ears, to Bonita, who was close to crying and her face was red, and back to Ava.
"Ok" said Bonita at last, her voice shaking. "Ok."
"Portman?" asked Ava turning to him. "Do you think we could go to the movies now?"
"Sure" shrugged Portman.
"Ok" repeated Bonita again. "Just go! Get out of here! Don't wake me up when you get back!"
"I'll use my key" said Ava matter-o-factly.
"You're still noisy."
"I'll step on a couple thinks and yell profanities just for you. Come on Portman" Ava stuck her arm through Portman's and dragged him out, slamming the door behind them. The tears that Bonita had been holding in came streaming down her face as she threw herself into her pillow. She let out muffled sobs and her body shook violently. After punching her tear stained pillow a few times Bonita lay back down and closed her eyes, trying to get some rest.