Chapter 7
SECRETS TOLD
Teresa looked at Whitney confused. "Whitney, I asked you, why is Fox off limits?"
Whitney fidgeted, she twirled a strand of hair around one finger. "We'll, Teresa, it's just that, well...Look, you were engaged to his half brother and slept with him. Then you ran off to Bermuda, got drunk and ended up sleeping with Julian and gave birth to his son. The whole idea is just, I don't know I little hard to digest I guess."
"Wierder things have happened. Look at Grace. Geez, she's married to two men. Let's not forget Sheridan. She's married to her lovers, brother. Now if that's not wierd I don't know what is." She laughed if off.
"Teresa, come on. You can't be serious about persusing Fox. He's a Crane. Crane's are bad news. You as well as anyone should know that."
Teresa put a hand up. "That's enough, Whitney. You're starting to sound like Luis and he's bedding one of them. Look, I'm tired of having to defend Fox to everyone. I thought you of all people might also see what I saw in Fox. You know, him and Chad aren't all that different. They're both misunderstood. Fox by his family and Chad by your family."
"Teresa, please don't compare Chad and Fox." She said quitely.
"Why, Whitney, look at me. You're acting strange. What's going on? Are you okay?"
"It's just I'm so confused right now. I have all these strange feelings and I've been having all these wierd dreams." Whitney propped her head up on her hands hiding her face.
Teresa scooted her chair closer to Whitney and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Whit, you can talk to me. I promise I won't tell anyone else.
Whitney looked up at Teresa as a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Teresa, I'm having doubts about Chad."
"What do you mean, Whitney. Do you think he's cheating on you?" Teresa asked concerned.
"No, no, it's not like that. I know Chad would never do that. Oh, God, Teresa I'm so confused." She put her head down between her hands again and started crying.
"Are you having doubts about your love for Chad?"
Whitney nodded her head still between her hands.
"Oh, don't worry. It's just probably because you're a little homesick that's all. You've never really been this far away from home without you're family before. And look around weren't definitely not in Harmony anymore."
Whitney raised her head up. "No, it's not that. I've been having all these strange fantasies and dreams that I'm leaving Chad for someone else. Why would I do this if I really love Chad or if we're truly meant to be together?"
"Oh, Whitney, don't be silly. Everybody has fantasies. I can't tell you how many Hollywood actors I've had affairs with in my dreams." She giggled.
"Teresa, you don't understand. The man in my fantasies is one of our friends."
Teresa looked a little astonished, "Oh, I guess that is a problem. Care to tell me who it is?"
"Teresa, just think. It's not that hard to figure out."
Teresa thought for a minute and then looked up and Whitney. "No, Whitney. You can't."
"I'm afraid so."
"Does he know? Does you have feelings for him?"
Whitney shrugged, "I don't know! I don't know how I feel. I do know that he's been acting awfully strange around me. He seems to always turn up just when Chad is leaving. He's sent me flowers and frequently asked me to lunch. We almost kissed the other day."
Teresa covered her mouth with her hand. No, not Fox. How could Whitney be falling for Fox? This was killing her. She knew Fox had a mystery woman but now it all was fitting together. That's why he never would bring her around or tell her who she was. She was already taken and in love. And it was her bestfriend none-the-less.
"Whitney, you can't do this to Chad. He loves you with all his heart. This would kill him." Teresa scolded Whitney.
"I know, Teresa. You don't have to tell me that. I don't know why this is happening. I'm just so confused."
Teresa smiled despite the news was actually killing her. "Fox is a charmer, Whitney. I'll have to give him that much."
Whitney nodded. "That he is." Whitney slowly regained her composure. "Please, Teresa, don't breathe a word of this to anyone."
"Your secrets safe with me, Whit."
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Dylan and Fox walked along downtown. Chad had been paged back to the studio during the middle of their lunch and had had to leave. Fox had decided to take the remainder of the day off. It was partly his company and he couldn't take the day off whenever he wanted. Hell, if didn't have to work if he didn't want to, he was a Crane, of course, they paid people like Chad to do all the dirty work. They just oversaw all of it.
"This mystery girl, she wouldn't happened to be a doe-eyed vixen by the name of Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald would she?" Dylan asked.
"No. Don't get me wrong though the thought of Teresa on my arm definitely is not appealing but at this moment I have my sites set elsewhere." Fox grinned. "If things don't work out with her, you and I might just have a battle on our hands for that little doe-eyed vixen though." Fox put this hands in his pockets as they walked.
"You sure? I remember all those conversations we use to have when you first went back to Harmony. You use to talk about your sexy step-momsy and how you'd like to get her between the sheets. Now that I've met her, I hardly see how you just put those feelings on the back burner."
"Hey, watch it. Teresa's special. I don't like to talk about her like that. Teresa's not the kind of girl you just bed and then you're done with her. She's the kind of girl you marry and spend the rest of your life with."
"Fine, fine. You have to admit a nice romp beteen the sheets with the little senorita sounds quite intriguing though. I guess we'd just have to ask Ethan that wouldn't we?"
Fox looked at Dylan a little aggitated. "Look, I said I don't want to talk about Teresa like this. She's a special woman, Dylan, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't discuss bedding her."
"Oh, looks like I've struck a chord. Maybe you're feelings for Teresa are still there."
"Nonsense. Teresa's my best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Like I said I have my sites set elsewhere." He caught a glance of a beautiful woman walking their way.
"Come on, Fox. If it's not Teresa then who is it?" Dylan said a little exasperated.
"Whitney."
"Whitney? What the hell? Whitney? You can't be serious. She doesn't hold a candle to Teresa. You're crazier than I thought."
SECRETS TOLD
Teresa looked at Whitney confused. "Whitney, I asked you, why is Fox off limits?"
Whitney fidgeted, she twirled a strand of hair around one finger. "We'll, Teresa, it's just that, well...Look, you were engaged to his half brother and slept with him. Then you ran off to Bermuda, got drunk and ended up sleeping with Julian and gave birth to his son. The whole idea is just, I don't know I little hard to digest I guess."
"Wierder things have happened. Look at Grace. Geez, she's married to two men. Let's not forget Sheridan. She's married to her lovers, brother. Now if that's not wierd I don't know what is." She laughed if off.
"Teresa, come on. You can't be serious about persusing Fox. He's a Crane. Crane's are bad news. You as well as anyone should know that."
Teresa put a hand up. "That's enough, Whitney. You're starting to sound like Luis and he's bedding one of them. Look, I'm tired of having to defend Fox to everyone. I thought you of all people might also see what I saw in Fox. You know, him and Chad aren't all that different. They're both misunderstood. Fox by his family and Chad by your family."
"Teresa, please don't compare Chad and Fox." She said quitely.
"Why, Whitney, look at me. You're acting strange. What's going on? Are you okay?"
"It's just I'm so confused right now. I have all these strange feelings and I've been having all these wierd dreams." Whitney propped her head up on her hands hiding her face.
Teresa scooted her chair closer to Whitney and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Whit, you can talk to me. I promise I won't tell anyone else.
Whitney looked up at Teresa as a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Teresa, I'm having doubts about Chad."
"What do you mean, Whitney. Do you think he's cheating on you?" Teresa asked concerned.
"No, no, it's not like that. I know Chad would never do that. Oh, God, Teresa I'm so confused." She put her head down between her hands again and started crying.
"Are you having doubts about your love for Chad?"
Whitney nodded her head still between her hands.
"Oh, don't worry. It's just probably because you're a little homesick that's all. You've never really been this far away from home without you're family before. And look around weren't definitely not in Harmony anymore."
Whitney raised her head up. "No, it's not that. I've been having all these strange fantasies and dreams that I'm leaving Chad for someone else. Why would I do this if I really love Chad or if we're truly meant to be together?"
"Oh, Whitney, don't be silly. Everybody has fantasies. I can't tell you how many Hollywood actors I've had affairs with in my dreams." She giggled.
"Teresa, you don't understand. The man in my fantasies is one of our friends."
Teresa looked a little astonished, "Oh, I guess that is a problem. Care to tell me who it is?"
"Teresa, just think. It's not that hard to figure out."
Teresa thought for a minute and then looked up and Whitney. "No, Whitney. You can't."
"I'm afraid so."
"Does he know? Does you have feelings for him?"
Whitney shrugged, "I don't know! I don't know how I feel. I do know that he's been acting awfully strange around me. He seems to always turn up just when Chad is leaving. He's sent me flowers and frequently asked me to lunch. We almost kissed the other day."
Teresa covered her mouth with her hand. No, not Fox. How could Whitney be falling for Fox? This was killing her. She knew Fox had a mystery woman but now it all was fitting together. That's why he never would bring her around or tell her who she was. She was already taken and in love. And it was her bestfriend none-the-less.
"Whitney, you can't do this to Chad. He loves you with all his heart. This would kill him." Teresa scolded Whitney.
"I know, Teresa. You don't have to tell me that. I don't know why this is happening. I'm just so confused."
Teresa smiled despite the news was actually killing her. "Fox is a charmer, Whitney. I'll have to give him that much."
Whitney nodded. "That he is." Whitney slowly regained her composure. "Please, Teresa, don't breathe a word of this to anyone."
"Your secrets safe with me, Whit."
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Dylan and Fox walked along downtown. Chad had been paged back to the studio during the middle of their lunch and had had to leave. Fox had decided to take the remainder of the day off. It was partly his company and he couldn't take the day off whenever he wanted. Hell, if didn't have to work if he didn't want to, he was a Crane, of course, they paid people like Chad to do all the dirty work. They just oversaw all of it.
"This mystery girl, she wouldn't happened to be a doe-eyed vixen by the name of Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald would she?" Dylan asked.
"No. Don't get me wrong though the thought of Teresa on my arm definitely is not appealing but at this moment I have my sites set elsewhere." Fox grinned. "If things don't work out with her, you and I might just have a battle on our hands for that little doe-eyed vixen though." Fox put this hands in his pockets as they walked.
"You sure? I remember all those conversations we use to have when you first went back to Harmony. You use to talk about your sexy step-momsy and how you'd like to get her between the sheets. Now that I've met her, I hardly see how you just put those feelings on the back burner."
"Hey, watch it. Teresa's special. I don't like to talk about her like that. Teresa's not the kind of girl you just bed and then you're done with her. She's the kind of girl you marry and spend the rest of your life with."
"Fine, fine. You have to admit a nice romp beteen the sheets with the little senorita sounds quite intriguing though. I guess we'd just have to ask Ethan that wouldn't we?"
Fox looked at Dylan a little aggitated. "Look, I said I don't want to talk about Teresa like this. She's a special woman, Dylan, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't discuss bedding her."
"Oh, looks like I've struck a chord. Maybe you're feelings for Teresa are still there."
"Nonsense. Teresa's my best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Like I said I have my sites set elsewhere." He caught a glance of a beautiful woman walking their way.
"Come on, Fox. If it's not Teresa then who is it?" Dylan said a little exasperated.
"Whitney."
"Whitney? What the hell? Whitney? You can't be serious. She doesn't hold a candle to Teresa. You're crazier than I thought."