Chapter 6: The Surprise
By: Cimmy
Flat*Out*Crazy: Yes, Connie is getting smarter, yay! Also, sheesh, Guy's not dead
yet. Ha, I like fake threats!
Chelsea: Hi, loon. I don't think
Guy's really leaving for Canada,
but if he does, you'll be the first to know. Ghost or no ghost, he is a lot
like an angel. An annoying angel right now, but still an angel.
plainjane: I hope this chapter is less sad, and more entertaining. Also, there
won't be any tears for a while. I think.
aznJEDI13: There is some more Connie and Guy action in this chapter, I hope
you like it!
Nellie:
Thanks for your feedback; I'm glad it's not so
confusing anymore. Here's the update you were hoping for!
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Connie pulled into a gas station, irritated by the fact that she wasn't just an emotional wreck. She needed to tank the car, too. Couldn't she catch a break at least once?
Charlie parked his car right behind Connie's, making her even more annoyed. "You don't have to wait for me," she announced to him when he walked up to her car.
"You're kidding?" he snorted, waiting for her to step out. She rolled up the window and shoved the door open, hitting his knee. A slight smirk settled on her face, now when she was finally able to actually interact with the person she was annoyed with.
"Sorry," she muttered to Charlie.
"I'll wait. Who knows what you'll be up to, on your own like this." Charlie got bored watching her tank up the car, so he went to buy something to eat at the store.
Connie looked around. "Where are you?" she asked, knowing that Guy was someplace around. "I know you're hiding here somewhere."
"Well, you told me to stay away," he said from behind, making her jump several feet into the air.
She turned around. "I was just checking. You never knew how to do as I said."
"I guess I have a too strong will of my own," he grinned, looking down over her shoulder. "You're spilling."
Connie quickly took a step back, realizing that she was still pumping gas, even though the tank was filled. Guy kept laughing, while she tried to disguise the accident from the people inside the store. "This is why you're not allowed to go near a gas pump," he explained, stomping around in the gasoline. "You've always been a horrible driver."
"Yeah, you should talk," she snapped, getting back into the car.
"Oh, touchy?" Guy asked, showing up on her left on the passenger's side.
"You're awfully cocky for being in a coma," Connie pointed out. "Why do you keep insulting me? I thought you loved me. But I guess that part of you died in the crash, right?"
Guy shrugged. "I'm not dead, Connie. And you never really knew how much I actually loved you."
"No, you never really knew how much I loved you!" Connie exclaimed, hitting her hands on the steering wheel. "Even right before the accident, I tried to tell you, but you were too caught up in your stupid book that you didn't even look at me twice!"
"It was a very interesting book," Guy smiled, tilting his head to the side. "And if I knew that I was going to end up in a coma, I would have declared my love for you, I promise. Which I did, come to think of it."
"Yeah, that was really romantic," Connie snorted. "Very sweet. 'Oh, Connie, I love you. I need a life.' That's the last thing you ever told me. 'I need a life'. Cheers."
"I was kidding!" Guy laughed again.
Connie didn't answer. She decided to ignore Guy, while waiting for Charlie to show up. When Guy kept trying to grab the items lying in the side pocket of the car, without succeeding of course, she opened the door to go get some air.
"Why do you keep leaving?" Guy asked, following her around the car.
"Because you annoy me. You can't pick things up, but still you try every chance you get. Why?"
"Pure habit. It's depressing to not be able to move things. I'm practicing so I can get better on that."
"Is that even possible?" Connie asked, not really interested.
"No, only when he gets worse. That's why I couldn't save you. If I make myself visible, I take up too much of his strength. It could kill him."
Connie gave him a worried look. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I didn't expect you to leap over the railing like that!" he said, still beaming. Connie couldn't figure out what he had to be happy about. He was right between being dead and alive. That couldn't be very much fun, could it?
"I fell," she murmured. "Did you really love me?"
"Of all the things I could be doing right now, would I really be with you unless I really loved you? I wouldn't have cared about that promise if I didn't love you. I wouldn't be here, talking to you if I didn't care about you. I can prove it to you."
"How? What can you prove?"
"For starters, I can tell you something that only your Guy would know. You've been nagging about that for a while. Second of all, I can also prove to you that Guy loved you very much. That I love you. We still share that feeling, even though he's the one feeling it the most. You see, he's got his love wrapped up in his heart, and that heart is still at the hospital, beating for you."
"He's got me in his heart?" Connie mumbled, stunned about Guy's ability to say something nice and thoughtful. So far, the only thing he'd done was to bug her.
"Of course. Where else would you be? Anyway, look in the glove's department."
"In my car? It's my Dad's car, Guy couldn't have put anything there," Connie pointed out, a bit sidetracked by Guy's request.
"Just look, you difficult girl," Guy rolled his eyes. She decided to ignore that for now, and instead she went to see what it was that Guy was talking about.
"What am I looking for?"
"I'd show it to you myself, but I can't open and move things," he said pointedly.
Then she saw something under all the junk in the glove's department. "What's this?" she asked, opening the small box she'd found. Then her mouth fell open.
"He was going to ask you to marry him, the day you graduated. He didn't want to be away from you, and he hid the box here, because he knew you'd never look there." Guy gazed over her shoulder again, this time to get a glimpse of the ring she was staring at. "Quite expensive, I bet."
Connie swallowed hard, her eyes staring widely. Then she looked at Guy. "You bought this?"
"Sort of, I guess. But you should give him the credit. I'm just his spirit, remember?"
"You were going to ask me? How much did it cost?"
"What does it matter?"
Connie stared at him some more, then she stared at the ring. "Are you going to ask me when you wake up?"
"Yes, of course," Guy smiled. "That was the plan all along. He must really think you're special." She took a deep breath, while Guy was investigating his nails. "Don't tell him you know, though. That would probably ruin the moment."
"What if he dies?"
"Don't be so optimistic, Connie!" Guy snorted.
"Could you ask me now? In case he won't wake up. I want to hear it."
"I haven't prepared. He's the romantic one, I'm just along for the ride," Guy protested, shaking his head. "You just have to wait."
"Please!" she begged. "It would mean a lot to me."
"So, saving your life wasn't good enough? Now I have to propose too?" he whined. She gave him a sad look. "Oh, for crying out loud! Fine, I'll do it!"
Connie watched as he tried to grab the box, unsuccessfully. "I can hold this. Just ask me," she told him. Guy opened his mouth to begin, when she interrupted him again. "Aren't you gonna go down on one knee?"
"Do I have to?" he whimpered, his voice filled with pain.
"Yes!"
"Fine," he growled and sank down on his knees. "I'm getting dirty." Connie looked at him, shooting him an expectantly gaze. Guy sighed, and then he nodded at her. "Connie, will you marry me?"
"Yes, I will," she answered, grinning. "You can get up now."
"What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously when she took the ring out of the box.
Connie shrugged, while placing the ring on her finger. "It's my ring, so I can wear it now."
"No!"
"Of course I can," she said, slightly irritated. "You asked me, I agreed, and now I'm wearing my ring!"
"It wasn't for real! I don't want to marry you, the other one does. Take the ring off!"
"No!"
"Yes, put it back in the box! I take back the proposal! You can't base the proposal on my crazy talk! You tricked me! It was a fake proposal, it wasn't real!"
"Calm down," Connie muttered. "I'll take it off once you're out of the coma. I just need to have it right now. I like the feeling of being engaged to him, now when I'm not sure if he'll survive."
Guy continued to whimper, while looking at Connie checking out her new ring.
Once Charlie came back from the store, they got into their cars and drove off towards the hospital. Connie even allowed Guy to stay in the car this time.
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