Chapter 16:
{a/n: to chelsea: heres my update. lol. its been only 4 days. lol. u must b a big chadney fan!}
The next day, Chad went back to work at the Book Cafe, where Beth informed him
that he was still going to be working here as an employee, but he would be on probation,
temporarily anyway. That sure brightened his mood. The events of last night were still vivid in
his mind. He wished he could see Whitney again. Deep down, he had a dreadful feeling that he
wasn't going to be able to see Whitney the way he used to, which wasn't much in the first
place.
About a week after all the events had unfolded between him and the Russell's, Chad
noticed Theresa drop by the Book Cafe, but for the first time since they had ever met,
Whitney wasn't with her.
"Hi, Theresa," Chad waved at her as she walked over to him. "Where's Whitney?"
"Hi, Chad," Theresa replied. "Whitney's back to playing her tennis. Her parents have
grounded her for a two months. They barely trust her anymore."
Theresa stopped talking as she waited to see Chad's reaction.
"Dammitt," Chad muttered to himself under his breath. "This is all my fault. I feel so
bad for causing her to be grounded and all that right now. But I miss her so much!"
"I know," Theresa said, trying to comfort him as she placed a reassuring hand on his
shoulder. "I'm sure she misses you, too." She gave him a hug and they went their separate
ways.
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About three months later, Chad was sitting in his small apartment, thinking to himself.
He was missing Whitney now more than ever. His life was empty now; he had nothing to do
but go to work and write music. But all the enthusiasm he used to have for music had been
diminished. Whitney was the only way he could be happy and complete. Every night since he
had seen her last, he had been listening to the tapes of her singing. It made him feel closer to
her. And he needed that.
It sucks not to be with the one you love, he thought to himself bitterly, as he listened to
one of her songs.
Meanwhile, Whitney was in her room, which seemingly had been her prison cell for
about a 100 days now. She was still grounded. Her parents had originally said she was
grounded for two months, but it had been over three months now and she was still captive in
the confines of her bedroom. Her parents made sure she practiced her tennis more than ever.
It was "the only thing she was ever meant to do - play tennis." They HAD to know where she
was every minute of every day.
I hate it that they don't trust me! Whitney muttered to herself quite often.
She had thought of running away, and going to Chad, straightening everything out, but
she couldn't see how she could even go somewhere her parents didn't expect her to be for five
minutes. They monitored her every move the way Alastair Crane did to his house and family.
Theresa had been helpful, at least a little bit. She had told Whitney that Chad was still
working at the Book Cafe. Her parents knew of that, as well. That's why she was forbidden to
go there, under any circumstances.
My God, Whitney thought to herself. It's not like Chad is a druggie who got me
hooked on drugs now or anything like that! I'm not doing anything wrong, and neither is he!
It's not like making me realize my dreams (which definitely aren't tennis) is a bad thing....
She sighed, unconsolably.
At the same time that Whitney was feeling bad for herself, and yearning to see her
boyfriend again, Chad was in his room. An idea had popped into his head, and he knew he had
to do it. Every time an idea came to his head, he had to manuever it instantly. It couldn't wait.
Opening the small closet in his room, he took out the lone suitcase he owned. Placing it
on his bed, he began to pack.
{a/n: hmmm, where is chad going? you'll c. keep reading. sorry for not updating as
often as before. ive been so freakin' busy. well anyway, here was ur update. i hope u liked it.
tell me what u think of this so far.}
{a/n: to chelsea: heres my update. lol. its been only 4 days. lol. u must b a big chadney fan!}
The next day, Chad went back to work at the Book Cafe, where Beth informed him
that he was still going to be working here as an employee, but he would be on probation,
temporarily anyway. That sure brightened his mood. The events of last night were still vivid in
his mind. He wished he could see Whitney again. Deep down, he had a dreadful feeling that he
wasn't going to be able to see Whitney the way he used to, which wasn't much in the first
place.
About a week after all the events had unfolded between him and the Russell's, Chad
noticed Theresa drop by the Book Cafe, but for the first time since they had ever met,
Whitney wasn't with her.
"Hi, Theresa," Chad waved at her as she walked over to him. "Where's Whitney?"
"Hi, Chad," Theresa replied. "Whitney's back to playing her tennis. Her parents have
grounded her for a two months. They barely trust her anymore."
Theresa stopped talking as she waited to see Chad's reaction.
"Dammitt," Chad muttered to himself under his breath. "This is all my fault. I feel so
bad for causing her to be grounded and all that right now. But I miss her so much!"
"I know," Theresa said, trying to comfort him as she placed a reassuring hand on his
shoulder. "I'm sure she misses you, too." She gave him a hug and they went their separate
ways.
______________________________________________________________________________
About three months later, Chad was sitting in his small apartment, thinking to himself.
He was missing Whitney now more than ever. His life was empty now; he had nothing to do
but go to work and write music. But all the enthusiasm he used to have for music had been
diminished. Whitney was the only way he could be happy and complete. Every night since he
had seen her last, he had been listening to the tapes of her singing. It made him feel closer to
her. And he needed that.
It sucks not to be with the one you love, he thought to himself bitterly, as he listened to
one of her songs.
Meanwhile, Whitney was in her room, which seemingly had been her prison cell for
about a 100 days now. She was still grounded. Her parents had originally said she was
grounded for two months, but it had been over three months now and she was still captive in
the confines of her bedroom. Her parents made sure she practiced her tennis more than ever.
It was "the only thing she was ever meant to do - play tennis." They HAD to know where she
was every minute of every day.
I hate it that they don't trust me! Whitney muttered to herself quite often.
She had thought of running away, and going to Chad, straightening everything out, but
she couldn't see how she could even go somewhere her parents didn't expect her to be for five
minutes. They monitored her every move the way Alastair Crane did to his house and family.
Theresa had been helpful, at least a little bit. She had told Whitney that Chad was still
working at the Book Cafe. Her parents knew of that, as well. That's why she was forbidden to
go there, under any circumstances.
My God, Whitney thought to herself. It's not like Chad is a druggie who got me
hooked on drugs now or anything like that! I'm not doing anything wrong, and neither is he!
It's not like making me realize my dreams (which definitely aren't tennis) is a bad thing....
She sighed, unconsolably.
At the same time that Whitney was feeling bad for herself, and yearning to see her
boyfriend again, Chad was in his room. An idea had popped into his head, and he knew he had
to do it. Every time an idea came to his head, he had to manuever it instantly. It couldn't wait.
Opening the small closet in his room, he took out the lone suitcase he owned. Placing it
on his bed, he began to pack.
{a/n: hmmm, where is chad going? you'll c. keep reading. sorry for not updating as
often as before. ive been so freakin' busy. well anyway, here was ur update. i hope u liked it.
tell me what u think of this so far.}