Chapter 4:
A few days later, as I was working my shift at the Book Cafe, I saw Whitney and her
friend, Theresa was it (?) come in.
Whitney waved a hello to me before sitting down and ordering a drink.
"So," Theresa said grinning to her best friend. "What happened between you guys
yesterday?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Geez, girl you're crazy," Whitney scoffed. "Nothing happened. He's just a nice guy,
that's all." A really nice guy that I easily opened up to yesterday, she thought to herself.
"Nice guy, huh?" Theresa said, amused. "He seems to like you, at least as a friend.
And you know it's been a long time since you had a boyfriend!"
Theresa was right. It had been a long time. Tennis had kept her busy for a while now.
She didn't have much time for guys. But she remembered the times when she was available to
hang out/flirt with boys. The last boyfriend she had was Noah Bennett - and that was two and a
half years ago.
"Hello, again ladies," I said suavely, greeting them. "What can I get for the two of
you?"
"I'll have an ice blended mocha," Theresa answered.
"Make mine an espresso," Whitney added.
"Sure thing," I replied, writing down their orders. "Be back in a few."
"The two of you would be soooo cute together!" Theresa exclaimed once I was out of
earshot.
"Back to your old role of playing matchmaker, huh, Ther?" Whitney asked, half
exasperated, half humored.
"I can't help it," Theresa exclaimed giddily. "The two of you are a match, I just know
it!"
"Even if we are a MATCH as you SAY," Whitney replied, "I'm too busy with my
tennis and singing."
"We'll he can help you out with the singing part. I remember how interested he got
when he found out that you sing well."
"Yeah, well," Whitney said. "I don't know." She was getting a headache. She knew
that pretty soon she had to choose between singing and tennis. Her parents knew about the
tennis but not the singing. She knew they'd have a fit. Her father only wanted her to focus on
tennis and her mother probably did not want her to become a singer because she had pursued
it once and it hadn't worked out.
A few minutes later, I brought their drinks to their table.
"Here you go," I said, giving both of them their drinks.
"Thanks," they both replied.
"Sure," I answered.
I saw Theresa nudge Whitney as if telling her to say something.
"Oh umm, Chad," Whitney began, stammering a bit, "there's umm, a there's a ball at
the Crane Mansion tonight, everyone's going. Would you like to go with me?"
I grinned at her, trying to make her feel more at ease. She looked so nervous. "I'd
love to," I replied.
"Great!" she said, giving me a beautiful smile. She handed me a paper with her
address and phone number on it.
"I'll pick you up around 8," I told her as she gave me that slip of paper.
She nodded as she and Theresa walked out of the Book Cafe.
Boy was I excited. Sheridan Crane had stopped by the recording studio today to check
up on me and she had told me that there was going to be a big party at the Crane Mansion
tonight. I had declined her invitation because I did not want to go alone, but now that Whitney
had asked me, I was definitely going to be there. In fact, I couldn't wait.
After my shift ended, I headed to the recording studio, which now had been my home.
It was almost 7 pm. I had to shower and get ready. Plus, I didn't want to be late in picking up
Whitney.
Just as I was about to step into the shower, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" I asked. Not many people had my number, who it could be calling?
"Hi, Chad? It's Whitney."
"Oh hi," I answered. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. I just called to tell you that there's been a change of plans."
I didn't say anything; I was just hoping that she didn't call to back out of our "date."
"Oh. Is everything ok?" I asked concerned.
"Yeah, it's no problem, just that, can we meet at the Mansion instead of you picking
me up?" she asked.
"Oh sure," I said. In fact, it would be better for me since it was so close that I could
just walk there, but I had really wanted to pick up Whitney. Oh well.
"Great," Whitney answered, sounding relieved. "How about we meet at the garden to
the left of the Mansion."
"Ok, sounds good," I answered, trying to memorize the location. "See you soon?"
"Yeah, soon," she answered as we hung up.
After adjusting my tie, I was ready. I picked up my keys and headed out, not aware
that this was going to be SOME night.......
{A/N: something BIG is going to happen at the mansion party. r/r to find out.}
A few days later, as I was working my shift at the Book Cafe, I saw Whitney and her
friend, Theresa was it (?) come in.
Whitney waved a hello to me before sitting down and ordering a drink.
"So," Theresa said grinning to her best friend. "What happened between you guys
yesterday?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Geez, girl you're crazy," Whitney scoffed. "Nothing happened. He's just a nice guy,
that's all." A really nice guy that I easily opened up to yesterday, she thought to herself.
"Nice guy, huh?" Theresa said, amused. "He seems to like you, at least as a friend.
And you know it's been a long time since you had a boyfriend!"
Theresa was right. It had been a long time. Tennis had kept her busy for a while now.
She didn't have much time for guys. But she remembered the times when she was available to
hang out/flirt with boys. The last boyfriend she had was Noah Bennett - and that was two and a
half years ago.
"Hello, again ladies," I said suavely, greeting them. "What can I get for the two of
you?"
"I'll have an ice blended mocha," Theresa answered.
"Make mine an espresso," Whitney added.
"Sure thing," I replied, writing down their orders. "Be back in a few."
"The two of you would be soooo cute together!" Theresa exclaimed once I was out of
earshot.
"Back to your old role of playing matchmaker, huh, Ther?" Whitney asked, half
exasperated, half humored.
"I can't help it," Theresa exclaimed giddily. "The two of you are a match, I just know
it!"
"Even if we are a MATCH as you SAY," Whitney replied, "I'm too busy with my
tennis and singing."
"We'll he can help you out with the singing part. I remember how interested he got
when he found out that you sing well."
"Yeah, well," Whitney said. "I don't know." She was getting a headache. She knew
that pretty soon she had to choose between singing and tennis. Her parents knew about the
tennis but not the singing. She knew they'd have a fit. Her father only wanted her to focus on
tennis and her mother probably did not want her to become a singer because she had pursued
it once and it hadn't worked out.
A few minutes later, I brought their drinks to their table.
"Here you go," I said, giving both of them their drinks.
"Thanks," they both replied.
"Sure," I answered.
I saw Theresa nudge Whitney as if telling her to say something.
"Oh umm, Chad," Whitney began, stammering a bit, "there's umm, a there's a ball at
the Crane Mansion tonight, everyone's going. Would you like to go with me?"
I grinned at her, trying to make her feel more at ease. She looked so nervous. "I'd
love to," I replied.
"Great!" she said, giving me a beautiful smile. She handed me a paper with her
address and phone number on it.
"I'll pick you up around 8," I told her as she gave me that slip of paper.
She nodded as she and Theresa walked out of the Book Cafe.
Boy was I excited. Sheridan Crane had stopped by the recording studio today to check
up on me and she had told me that there was going to be a big party at the Crane Mansion
tonight. I had declined her invitation because I did not want to go alone, but now that Whitney
had asked me, I was definitely going to be there. In fact, I couldn't wait.
After my shift ended, I headed to the recording studio, which now had been my home.
It was almost 7 pm. I had to shower and get ready. Plus, I didn't want to be late in picking up
Whitney.
Just as I was about to step into the shower, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" I asked. Not many people had my number, who it could be calling?
"Hi, Chad? It's Whitney."
"Oh hi," I answered. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. I just called to tell you that there's been a change of plans."
I didn't say anything; I was just hoping that she didn't call to back out of our "date."
"Oh. Is everything ok?" I asked concerned.
"Yeah, it's no problem, just that, can we meet at the Mansion instead of you picking
me up?" she asked.
"Oh sure," I said. In fact, it would be better for me since it was so close that I could
just walk there, but I had really wanted to pick up Whitney. Oh well.
"Great," Whitney answered, sounding relieved. "How about we meet at the garden to
the left of the Mansion."
"Ok, sounds good," I answered, trying to memorize the location. "See you soon?"
"Yeah, soon," she answered as we hung up.
After adjusting my tie, I was ready. I picked up my keys and headed out, not aware
that this was going to be SOME night.......
{A/N: something BIG is going to happen at the mansion party. r/r to find out.}