CHAPTER 18
Nothing
Fox walked into Teresa's room. He opened the window a little bit and looked at her. She was still asleep. He left and pulled the door behind him making sure that he left a crack so that he could hear her. He made his way to the kitchen where Whitney was sitting. She looked up when he walked in.
"I made a fresh pot of coffee."
He went to it and poured. He turned to Whitney.
"Do you want more?"
"No, thank you. How is Teresa this morning?"
"Still sleeping. Poor girl."
"Why? She did this to herself."
He looked at her astonished at her reaction.
"I would do the same thing if I was in her shoes. She had gone through more in her life than some people will in a lifetime."
"Maybe, but...."
"No but Whitney."
"Do you know the real Teresa, Fox?"
"I think I know Teresa better than a lot of people."
"Did you know that she attempted suicide, that she wanted to get rid of her baby? That she is still in love with Ethan."
"I know all that, Whitney. She never made any secrets about me. I know the real Teresa, the one that Ethan never wanted to know."
She got up and went up to him putting a hand on his shoulder and sliding it down his back.
"I'm trying to understand what's going on with you, Whitney."
"There's nothing to understand."
"What do you mean? You kissed me last night."
"I know."
He stared at his coffee mug.
"Why?"
"Because I think I'm starting to feel something for you."
He looked at her. When he arrived in Harmony and met her, when he heard sing, he longed to hear her say something like that, that she would kiss him or that he would kiss her. Right now, he just didn't know how to feel about anything.
"I don't know what to say."
"Then don't say anything."
She leaned in and kissed him. She felt bold with him. He returned her kiss, but then just pulled away and smiled.
"Until yesterday, I thought I felt something deep for you, but right now I don't feel anything. Absolutely nothing."
He got up and looked at her.
"I'm really sorry, Whitney. But you have Chad who loves you very much. He even wants to marry you."
"I love Chad, but he's not you."
"You should call a taxi cab and go home."
She frowned at him. Her face read angry.
"Maybe I should."
A noise was heard coming from Teresa's room.
"I should go check up on Teresa. Take care, Whitney."
He walked out of the kitchen leaving her standing there not knowing what to do with herself.
"It's always about Teresa."
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Fox pushed Teresa's door open and went in. She had left her bed, instead she was sitting at the window.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I was hit by a bus."
He smiled at her.
"You didn't look so good last night."
He sat on her bed and she went to him and at on his lap as she liked to do so often. She put her head on his shoulder. He slid his arms around her waist and let his head rest on hers.
"Thank you for what you did for me."
"You don't have to."
"Yes, I do. You warned me and I didn't want to listen."
"Why did you drink that much? It's not like you."
"I guess I wanted to numb the pain I was feeling inside."
"A little more booze and you would have ended up in the hospital."
"I know."
He ran his hand on her back trying to bring her a little comfort.
"I'm going out later, want to go with me?"
"Where?"
"Just down to the beach. I'm meeting Dylan."
He raised his head and she did the same. He looked at her face and how serious she was.
"No, you can't."
"I want to put an end to whatever stupid thing we had."
"Alright, I will go. You can talk to him and I will wait for you."
"Are you the one who put me in my nightgown?"
"Yes."
She blushed.
"Thank you, I guess and thank you for staying the night."
She got up.
"I'll take a shower and we'll be on our way."
He nodded and left the room closing the door behind him. He thought of Whitney and how he felt absolutely nothing when they kissed.
"I was chasing a dream as usual. Who am I kidding? I don't I'm made to love anyone."
Fox walked into Teresa's room. He opened the window a little bit and looked at her. She was still asleep. He left and pulled the door behind him making sure that he left a crack so that he could hear her. He made his way to the kitchen where Whitney was sitting. She looked up when he walked in.
"I made a fresh pot of coffee."
He went to it and poured. He turned to Whitney.
"Do you want more?"
"No, thank you. How is Teresa this morning?"
"Still sleeping. Poor girl."
"Why? She did this to herself."
He looked at her astonished at her reaction.
"I would do the same thing if I was in her shoes. She had gone through more in her life than some people will in a lifetime."
"Maybe, but...."
"No but Whitney."
"Do you know the real Teresa, Fox?"
"I think I know Teresa better than a lot of people."
"Did you know that she attempted suicide, that she wanted to get rid of her baby? That she is still in love with Ethan."
"I know all that, Whitney. She never made any secrets about me. I know the real Teresa, the one that Ethan never wanted to know."
She got up and went up to him putting a hand on his shoulder and sliding it down his back.
"I'm trying to understand what's going on with you, Whitney."
"There's nothing to understand."
"What do you mean? You kissed me last night."
"I know."
He stared at his coffee mug.
"Why?"
"Because I think I'm starting to feel something for you."
He looked at her. When he arrived in Harmony and met her, when he heard sing, he longed to hear her say something like that, that she would kiss him or that he would kiss her. Right now, he just didn't know how to feel about anything.
"I don't know what to say."
"Then don't say anything."
She leaned in and kissed him. She felt bold with him. He returned her kiss, but then just pulled away and smiled.
"Until yesterday, I thought I felt something deep for you, but right now I don't feel anything. Absolutely nothing."
He got up and looked at her.
"I'm really sorry, Whitney. But you have Chad who loves you very much. He even wants to marry you."
"I love Chad, but he's not you."
"You should call a taxi cab and go home."
She frowned at him. Her face read angry.
"Maybe I should."
A noise was heard coming from Teresa's room.
"I should go check up on Teresa. Take care, Whitney."
He walked out of the kitchen leaving her standing there not knowing what to do with herself.
"It's always about Teresa."
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Fox pushed Teresa's door open and went in. She had left her bed, instead she was sitting at the window.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I was hit by a bus."
He smiled at her.
"You didn't look so good last night."
He sat on her bed and she went to him and at on his lap as she liked to do so often. She put her head on his shoulder. He slid his arms around her waist and let his head rest on hers.
"Thank you for what you did for me."
"You don't have to."
"Yes, I do. You warned me and I didn't want to listen."
"Why did you drink that much? It's not like you."
"I guess I wanted to numb the pain I was feeling inside."
"A little more booze and you would have ended up in the hospital."
"I know."
He ran his hand on her back trying to bring her a little comfort.
"I'm going out later, want to go with me?"
"Where?"
"Just down to the beach. I'm meeting Dylan."
He raised his head and she did the same. He looked at her face and how serious she was.
"No, you can't."
"I want to put an end to whatever stupid thing we had."
"Alright, I will go. You can talk to him and I will wait for you."
"Are you the one who put me in my nightgown?"
"Yes."
She blushed.
"Thank you, I guess and thank you for staying the night."
She got up.
"I'll take a shower and we'll be on our way."
He nodded and left the room closing the door behind him. He thought of Whitney and how he felt absolutely nothing when they kissed.
"I was chasing a dream as usual. Who am I kidding? I don't I'm made to love anyone."
