Chapter 3: The Other Guy
By: Cimmy
Samantha; have I ever told you how much I adore you? You're the coolest chick
around! You have no idea how much I love your interesting reviews! Ranting is
the best! Sandwiches for everyone! (Ha, I said it before you did this time!)
Tino: I hope you won't become a nervous wreck because of this, because I
have that influence on some people. Like my parents, but why am I bringing that
up? Connie with a mental problem? Wouldn't that be freaky? Ha! Sorry...
DuckHockey00214496: Thank you for the feedback, I promise to keep writing it for you. Your attempt of humor is a bit
better than my jokes, so no worries.
Nellie: Eh, sorry about constantly making you confused. That seems to be my
goal here in life; making you confused. Just be glad you don't know me, I'd
make your head spin all the time!
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"Where are you going?" Guy asked, holding his hand up in front of her to make her stop.
Connie merely stared at him. Then she screamed, mostly to get him out of her system. "You're not real!"
"So, what am I doing here, then?" Guy pointed out; still with that teasing voice she hated so much.
"I just saw you two minutes ago, lying in that bed!" she exclaimed and tried to shove him away. The result was that she crashed into the wall, falling down on the floor. Guy gave her a look filled with sympathy.
"I'm invisible, you can't touch me," he explained.
"You're not invisible, because I can see you!" Connie howled, hiding her face into her hands. "Go away!"
"You can see me, yeah, but only because you want to. Stop longing for me, and I'll go away," he laughed. "I'm see-through, but you can't touch me."
"Are you a ghost?" she asked, gazing up at him from the floor.
He shrugged. "No. Unless you want me to be. That'd be sort of cool, though..."
Connie got up on her feet and started to walk back. "I don't believe you, you could be anyone. You could be someone looking like Guy."
"Try me. Asking me something that only I would know," Guy challenged, walking next to her. "Could you slow down?"
"Can you walk through walls?" Connie asked, turning around to face him. "Because my Guy – the alive Guy – can't."
"I learned that just recently," Guy smiled. "Ask me something else."
Connie opened the door to the waiting room and closed it in Guy's face. "Walk through that, idiot." Guy only stared at her through the glass door, mouthing the word 'ouch'. Connie hurried back to the ICU, finding the rest of the team waiting outside the window, exactly as she'd done a few minutes ago.
Charlie looked up, waving at her. "There you are! Where have you been?"
"Loony-land," she muttered. She pushed her way through the players, and was almost about to reach Charlie when Guy appeared between Adam and Luis. "No!"
Everyone turned to stare at her when she yelled. She covered her face with her hands again. "What is it?" Adam asked with a startled voice.
Connie gave Guy a sad look. "Nothing, I... I swallowed my gum," she mumbled. Guy snorted out a laugh at her excuse, looking amused again.
She went over to the corner, Guy following her like a tail. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. "Go away, you're not real."
Once again, he snorted. "Of course I am. I'm as real as you are. And even as real as the deadbeat in there," Guy smiled, pointing in through the window.
"Don't you call him that!" she bellowed. Guy shushed her down with his hands. "What?!"
"You're the only one who can see me," he said. "Don't make them commit you; it would make it harder for me to visit you!"
Connie moved her eyes over to the team. They were all staring at her again, wondering why she had just had an outburst at the wall. "Eh, I was just practicing for my..."
"Say drama lesson, they'll fall for that," Guy suggested.
"...final exam," Connie forced a smile upon her face.
"In screaming?" Portman asked.
"Sort of, yeah," Connie nodded, and then she threw her fist towards Guy. Of course, her punch went right through him.
"Now you're fighting with the wall," he leaned forward and whispered. "Maybe you should calm down?"
"Tell me something that will convince me that you really are Guy," Connie mumbled, looking in through the glass window at the real Guy. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she was damn sure that the guy harassing her wasn't Guy.
Guy tilted his head towards the team. "Your jersey number is 18."
"Everyone knows that!" she exclaimed. "And, it says so on my jacket!"
"Oh, yeah, it does," he smiled, while she put her hand over the number on her arm. "Uh, you cheated on your chemistry quiz last semester."
"Everyone knows that too, sadly," she answered. "Give me something I can work with."
"That nurse over by the counter?"
"Yeah?"
"Every time she takes my blood pressure, she touches me in a very inappropriate way," he said. Connie stared at him for a second, and then she burst out laughing.
"No, she doesn't!" she giggled.
Guy shrugged. "Wanna bet? She pinched my ass. Not that I can blame her, but I just wanted you to know that."
Connie shook her head, trying to get rid of the smile she had on her face. "How would you know that, if you're here with me?"
"Come on! It's a simple equation. I'm Guy, and the dea..." Connie threw him a warningly glare. "...fellow in there is also Guy. We're both the same person. I'm just a bit more moving. You see, when he's lying there, I'm here. When he wakes up, I'll be gone."
"Simple, huh?" Connie murmured. "Can't you commit suicide, so Guy can wake up?"
"Doesn't work like that," Guy explained. "I'm also waiting for him to wake up. For me to wake up. I'm him, you know. You think it's fun to be invisible, with you as the only person to talk to? Yeah, sure, walking through walls is fun in the beginning, but it gets old really fast."
"I still don't believe you," Connie sighed, folding her arms.
Guy moved his face right next to her ear. "I know for certain, that you have a birthmark on your..."
"Okay, okay! I believe you!" Connie whined. "How'd you know that?"
"I told you! I'm Guy!"
"No, you're a lame ass version of Guy. Guy is nice, sweet, considerate... You, on the other hand, are rude, obnoxious, annoying and evil."
"Well, think of me as Guy's worst sides, the sides he never shows off," Guy suggested. "You wanna get out of here? This place is kinda creepy. And I get a stomachache every time I see myself in that bed."
Connie watched as Guy, or whatever he was, left her side and walked right through the door towards the exit. Was he right? Was he really Guy? If she stayed, would she lose him? If she went after him, would she let him down?
The confusion was too big for her to handle, so she quickly ran after him down the hall. Who knew what sort of destruction a Guy who walked through walls could make?
"Yeah, you get a stomachache? Jeez," she muttered to herself, before catching up with him.
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