Chapter 5: The Wrong Way
By: Cimmy
Samantha: Of course I adore you! I'll try to make a note somewhere about the
'not kill Guy' part. If I find a pen. Sadly, Linda isn't in this story. And I
don't think anyone would care if she was the victim. I'll get you an invisible
Guy if I spot one somewhere, I promise. Oh, more sandwiches! Yay!
Flat*Out*Crazy: Uh, considering your threat there, I'll really try to make a mental
note on the 'not kill Guy part'. Wouldn't that
be freaky? I like saying freaky. It's my new saying, almost as good as argh!
Chelsea: So, I've managed to
scare you? Ha, and I didn't even have to rant this time! People get scared of
me when I rant... Thanks for the feedback, and that Academy Award compliment,
even though it's slightly exaggerated. I just learnt how to spell exaggerated.
Yay me! I hope this update was quick enough for ya.
Quimby:
Thanks for the reviews, both of them. I have no
idea what movie you're talking about, and I just recently figured out who Corey
Feldman and Corey Haim are... Ha! Yes, I'm pathetic.
DuckHockey00214496: I'll try my best to not make you cry. Can't promise
anything, but I'll try... Uh, I'm not very good at giving comfort, ha!
plainjane: Well, I got some inspiration when I was watching Scrubs, and I was
also thinking of a movie that's called The Invisible, where this guy is injured
and no one can see him, so he can't tell anyone where his body is. But that
movie was a bit sad. I didn't like the ending. And you don't have to wait any
longer!
goblz:
Oh, I scared you too? I'm really on a roll today! Concern
is fun, and soon the Ducks will have more reasons to think that Connie is
weird.
Bubbelgirl:
I totally get what you mean, and it's really quite
fun to write this too. And I will continue this.
Kristine: You're welcome, girl.
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Connie leaned over the railing down by the water. This was her getaway place. Whenever she needed some peace and quiet, or somewhere to be alone to think, she went here.
Now she had lots of things to ponder over. Guy. He was all of those things.
The sun disappeared behind another rain cloud. Connie couldn't move, even though a drop of water hit her nose the next second. She didn't want to move, she needed to be by herself right now, rain or no rain.
If she disregarded the creepy Guy-person, she found herself thinking about what to do if Guy never came out of his coma. What if he died, and left her all alone? How could she manage to be without him? After all the years they'd been together?
College wouldn't keep them apart anymore. Death would. And that was a far more difficult thing to overcome than a five hour drive to another state.
She'd be alone, without him to talk to. What if he really left her and...
"For goodness sake, why did you have to drive so fast?" Guy moaned, tumbling down the hill to get to her. Connie moaned, too. He couldn't even leave her alone long enough for her to start grieving over him!
Guy put one hand at the railing and doubled over, his breath sounding laborious. She gave him a doubtful look. "Why are you gasping for air? Can't you fly or float or something?"
Guy straightened himself up and grinned. "Well, yeah, but this was just to be dramatical. You know, to draw you a picture of how fast I'd have to run if I was really running."
"I'd like to be alone right now," she explained. "I need to think, and it would be easier if you didn't bother me all the time."
"Okay, missy. I'll just stand over here, minding my own business," Guy said, pointing towards a tree. "Tell me when you're done!"
The first few minutes she didn't pay much attention to the restless boy by the tree. While she was crying over her boyfriend, his spirit tried his best to yank down apples from the tree. Since he was unable to get a good grip of the apples, being invisible and all, she kept hearing him make growling noises.
"Could you keep it down? I'm still thinking!" she yelled over the lawn, and Guy looked up, nodding his apology. "I'll buy you a damn apple later."
Guy padded over to her, his head tilted to the side like he'd heard or seen something interesting. "Did you just say 'damn', Connie Moreau?"
"Well, you're making me frustrated with your stressful behavior. Why are you trying to steal apples? Can you even eat?"
"No, but I like apples," Guy explained with another annoying grin. Connie was about to shove him away, when she remembered that it wasn't possible. Wow, she realized that before she hurt herself! Breakthrough.
"Why don't you leave me alone a bit further away," she suggested and turned back to gaze into the river.
"Like the store?"
"Like Canada."
"I can't do that. I have an obligation to be here," Guy said, also leaning against the railing. They stood there in silence for a few moments and looked at the view.
Finally, Connie couldn't help but ask. "From whom? From God? I'll give you my permission to leave me alone. I won't tell God."
"No, not God," Guy laughed. "I promised myself to take care of you. You know, the other Guy? We made a promise, and I'm stuck with keeping it."
Connie sighed. "Don't bother. I'll survive."
"No, maybe not. It's my job to keep you out of trouble, now when that promise has been made. Breaking the promise means I've betrayed myself, and that's the worst thing one can ever do."
"So, you're like my guardian angel? I always figured you were Guy's guardian angel."
"He doesn't need one. He has you."
Connie began to cry again. "This isn't fair. I can't have you here. It's too much. I can't worry about Guy while you're here!" she sobbed. Guy took one step closer, but she went right through him and over towards the parking lot.
"Connie, wait! Can I at least get a ride this time?" Guy howled after her.
"Why? You'd only fall out of the car!" she sniffled. Then she stopped, turned around and walked back to him. "I want proof."
"Proof of what?"
"That you'll save me if I get into trouble. I'm going to jump from that railing, and I expect you to catch me before I hit the ground," Connie demanded.
"I don't like this game," Guy whimpered. He looked down over the railing and into the water. "I don't think I can swim anyway. Can't you just choke on a peanut, and I'll save you from that?"
"I don't think you can save me," Connie said. "You're only saying that to sound tough and cool. 'Ooo, I can save anyone, I can walk through doors. Ooo, I know how to keep you out of trouble'. That's crap, you can't even touch me!"
Guy raised his eyebrows, giving her that look she hated. That look that meant that she was being unreasonable and he knew all the answers in the world. "And we're back to the touching part again! Just jump, already. Maybe that can get you to calm down."
"Guy would never tell me that," she raged.
"Well, he doesn't have to deal with your most impossible sides, does he? You even said 'crap' this time."
Connie almost jumped with anger when he laughed at her again. "Fine, I'll jump. Will that keep you away?"
"Don't be stupid," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're right, I can't catch you."
"You know what I think?"
"Probably something very weird," Guy answered.
"I think that you do know how to make yourself visible. You're just refusing to let me know that, waiting for some emergency where you can show off your 'new' ability. Just to seem even cooler!"
"How long have you known me? Have I ever seemed cool ever before? Huh?" Guy snorted. "Stay here and be normal now."
Connie bit her lip and started to climb over the railing, while Guy looked around. "You know, I bet there aren't any people around who can save you if you fall."
"You're here," she pointed out.
Guy watched as she put one leg over the railing, staring down into the water. "This is a nice experiment and all, but Connie? I can't save you."
"Well, that's all I needed to hear," she exclaimed, looking at him. "Now, could you help me down from here? Liar."
"I'm not a liar. I would save you if I could!"
"Coulda, woulda, shoulda. I'm going back to the hospital," Connie muttered and climbed back over.
Just then, a car pulled into the parking lot. Connie jerked her head up, realizing that it was Charlie. He probably wouldn't understand why she was dangling over the water like this. "Connie! What are you doing?" Charlie yelled, quickly jumping out of the car. "Get down from there!"
"Okay," she mumbled and glared at Guy. "Look what you did!"
"You were the one climbing!" he snorted. "Come on, let's go back."
Suddenly she lost her balance, falling backwards towards the water. "Oh no!" she whined, trying to get hold of the railing again. She felt lightheaded and was convinced that she was going to fall to a certain death, when Guy grabbed her arm and pulled her back up.
She tumbled down on the ground, feeling her pulse beat faster than ever before. Then she stared at Guy. "I knew it!" she grinned, getting up on her feet again. "I knew you could do that!"
Guy seemed really exhausted, staring back at her angrily. "That was an emergency, girl. Don't do that again, I can't just turn it on and off! There's a limit to what I can achieve!"
"I knew it!" Connie repeated, throwing her hands at his shoulders. Once more she fell over on to the grass. "Ouch."
"Don't you ever learn?" Guy wondered and leaned over her. "You can't touch me!"
Charlie came running up to her, grabbing her arm. "What do you think you're doing? Are you out of your mind?" he shouted.
"How did you know I was here?" Connie asked.
"This is where you always go, Connie!" Charlie exclaimed. "Don't you think I know you well enough by now? What are you doing here anyway? And why are you on the wrong side of the railing like that? What are you doing?"
"Would you believe me if I told you I swallowed my gum again?" Connie asked, pulling her arm away from him. "Relax, Charlie. It was an accident. No biggie."
"No biggie? You could've killed yourself! Is this because of Guy?" Charlie continued, still with a loud voice. "This is not how you deal with your problems."
Connie kept glaring at Guy, while Charlie yelled at her. "This is just perfect. Now he thinks I'm suicidal," she whispered to Guy when they walked back to the parking lot.
"And somewhat crazy," Guy added. "You know; for shoving things that aren't there. And of course my favorite, talking to people no one else but you can see."
Connie sneered. "You just bought yourself a walk back to the hospital," she announced, getting into the car. "I won't wait up for you."
"I'll be there in a little while. I just have to remind a certain lunatic that I can get to the hospital without walking," Guy rolled his eyes again. Connie started to get tired of him rolling his eyes. Since when did he have that as his trademark?
Once again, she left him by the side of the road whilst she was driving away from there, still not sure what was going on.
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