A/N: Now time for the chapter none of you were expecting. And I mean none.
I don't think this crossed any of your minds. And if it did, you deserve a
cookie.
Chapter 3: Can She Handle The Truth?
~Larry~
We were still in my car. Veruca had just confessed to me that she had a crush on me. To tell you the truth, I was flattered. Girls don't often get crushes on me. But, it just wasn't right. I couldn't just say I liked her too. Because I don't. the problem is, I probably will have to explain why. Correction: I probably * should * explain why. She confessed, why can't I? She deserves the truth. Can she handle the truth?
"Veruca, we need to talk." She got this really frightened look on her face and just nodded, allowing me to continue. "There's something about me that you don't know about." Start slow, that's good.
"What?" She managed to croak out.
I hesitate. I've never said this before. "I can't - be with you - as more than a friend. Ever."
"Ever?" I swear I saw a tear. Why when I decide to do this does it have to break her heart?
"Yeah." I go to continue telling her, but she cuts me off.
"I completely understand. I thought I knew you Larry."
"What? Veruca, you've got it all wrong. I-" She opened the door and slammed it shut.
"Goodbye." She stomped up her driveway and into her house. Slamming that door as well.
"Idiot. Idiot. Idiot." I hit my head on the steering wheel numerous times.
I realized I wasn't any good at this. Well, I kinda knew it all along, but things like this take time. They're not something you can just jump into and speak perfectly with. They're something that needs getting used to. I wasn't used to it. Why should she be?
^ Next Day ^
I left about ten voicemails for Veruca last night and this morning. I just need to opportunity to tell her. She won't give it to me.
I drove over to her house, hoping to sway her. I knock on the front door and am greeted by her mom. "Well, hello, Larry. Veruca is in her room. Go on up."
"Thanks, Mrs. Lewis." I grinned and took the stairs two at a time. (A/N: I do not know Veruca's real last name so I made one up)
There was music coming from behind her closed door and I tentatively knocked. She didn't hear it. I tried harder and no response. I really didn't * want * to just barge in, but I had to talk to her. It was definitely time to do this.
She saw me when I opened the door and threw a pillow at me. I caught it right before it hit my head. "God, Veruca, just let me explain."
She paused the music and glared at me. "You explained enough last night."
"Veruca, I didn't even get to start last night. There is no feasible way that you know what I was going to say."
"Larry, just get out." She turned the CD back on.
Fine if she won't listen, I'll just have to take matters into my own hands. I looked around the room at what was inside. I picked up a good writing tool (a tube of lipstick) and wrote on her mirror.
When I finished, I tossed the tube at her, making sure that it hit her. Right on her hand. I closed the door and left.
I'm pretty sure I know her expression at the moment. I just hope she washes her mirror. Soon. Really soon. Like, now.
And now, I wait. I wait for anything. I wait for her to tell me she hates me. But, at least, now, everything's out. She'll hate me for the right reason. And that's just something I need to deal with.
I spent about an hour driving around before my cell phone rang. "Come back to my house. Now." Took a shorter amount of time than I expected.
I went back to her house and went in. I started on the stairs. Taking them slowly, one step at a time. Two feet on each step. There was no longer music on in her room and she heard my first knock.
She came to the door and opened it for me. Stepping back she allowed me in.
"I'm sorry." We both said at the same time. I'm confused. "Why are you sorry?" I asked her.
"I was the biggest idiot in the whole entire world. Why should you be sorry?"
"Well, I upset you. I don't want to upset you."
"I know you don't. I realize that now. Why didn't I know?"
"Fear. But don't worry, you're the first."
"I figured. You didn't look to comfortable last night or earlier."
She walked over to me and engulfed me in a hug. I immediately responded and hugged back. "So we're good now?"
"Yeah. We're good now." She responds.
Only now, do I glance at the mirror. She hasn't wiped it off yet. I see the red letters "I'M GAY" written across it. I smile to myself. It definitely was a more unique way to come out. "Can we get rid of this now?" I timidly ask.
"You're cleaning it, buddy."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
A/N: ::evil chuckle:: Woo! I'm stellar! Now whose jaws were on the ground? Pick them up now. And review. Flame me. Love me. Do it all.
Chapter 3: Can She Handle The Truth?
~Larry~
We were still in my car. Veruca had just confessed to me that she had a crush on me. To tell you the truth, I was flattered. Girls don't often get crushes on me. But, it just wasn't right. I couldn't just say I liked her too. Because I don't. the problem is, I probably will have to explain why. Correction: I probably * should * explain why. She confessed, why can't I? She deserves the truth. Can she handle the truth?
"Veruca, we need to talk." She got this really frightened look on her face and just nodded, allowing me to continue. "There's something about me that you don't know about." Start slow, that's good.
"What?" She managed to croak out.
I hesitate. I've never said this before. "I can't - be with you - as more than a friend. Ever."
"Ever?" I swear I saw a tear. Why when I decide to do this does it have to break her heart?
"Yeah." I go to continue telling her, but she cuts me off.
"I completely understand. I thought I knew you Larry."
"What? Veruca, you've got it all wrong. I-" She opened the door and slammed it shut.
"Goodbye." She stomped up her driveway and into her house. Slamming that door as well.
"Idiot. Idiot. Idiot." I hit my head on the steering wheel numerous times.
I realized I wasn't any good at this. Well, I kinda knew it all along, but things like this take time. They're not something you can just jump into and speak perfectly with. They're something that needs getting used to. I wasn't used to it. Why should she be?
^ Next Day ^
I left about ten voicemails for Veruca last night and this morning. I just need to opportunity to tell her. She won't give it to me.
I drove over to her house, hoping to sway her. I knock on the front door and am greeted by her mom. "Well, hello, Larry. Veruca is in her room. Go on up."
"Thanks, Mrs. Lewis." I grinned and took the stairs two at a time. (A/N: I do not know Veruca's real last name so I made one up)
There was music coming from behind her closed door and I tentatively knocked. She didn't hear it. I tried harder and no response. I really didn't * want * to just barge in, but I had to talk to her. It was definitely time to do this.
She saw me when I opened the door and threw a pillow at me. I caught it right before it hit my head. "God, Veruca, just let me explain."
She paused the music and glared at me. "You explained enough last night."
"Veruca, I didn't even get to start last night. There is no feasible way that you know what I was going to say."
"Larry, just get out." She turned the CD back on.
Fine if she won't listen, I'll just have to take matters into my own hands. I looked around the room at what was inside. I picked up a good writing tool (a tube of lipstick) and wrote on her mirror.
When I finished, I tossed the tube at her, making sure that it hit her. Right on her hand. I closed the door and left.
I'm pretty sure I know her expression at the moment. I just hope she washes her mirror. Soon. Really soon. Like, now.
And now, I wait. I wait for anything. I wait for her to tell me she hates me. But, at least, now, everything's out. She'll hate me for the right reason. And that's just something I need to deal with.
I spent about an hour driving around before my cell phone rang. "Come back to my house. Now." Took a shorter amount of time than I expected.
I went back to her house and went in. I started on the stairs. Taking them slowly, one step at a time. Two feet on each step. There was no longer music on in her room and she heard my first knock.
She came to the door and opened it for me. Stepping back she allowed me in.
"I'm sorry." We both said at the same time. I'm confused. "Why are you sorry?" I asked her.
"I was the biggest idiot in the whole entire world. Why should you be sorry?"
"Well, I upset you. I don't want to upset you."
"I know you don't. I realize that now. Why didn't I know?"
"Fear. But don't worry, you're the first."
"I figured. You didn't look to comfortable last night or earlier."
She walked over to me and engulfed me in a hug. I immediately responded and hugged back. "So we're good now?"
"Yeah. We're good now." She responds.
Only now, do I glance at the mirror. She hasn't wiped it off yet. I see the red letters "I'M GAY" written across it. I smile to myself. It definitely was a more unique way to come out. "Can we get rid of this now?" I timidly ask.
"You're cleaning it, buddy."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
A/N: ::evil chuckle:: Woo! I'm stellar! Now whose jaws were on the ground? Pick them up now. And review. Flame me. Love me. Do it all.
