Sorry everyone. My honors classes have really taken up a lot of time. My
parents have also begun taking away my computer time. So this story is the
product of my spare study hall time and the little bit of time I get at
home. Finals are coming up this week, and I figured I have made everyone
wait long enough for an update. I really am sorry for the long wait, and
thanks to all my reviewers.
Tawny stomped away from Ren. She didn't think her anger would ever subside. She had suspected some sort of plan, but she didn't really think Ren would do something like that. But how wrong she was. 'How could I have been so stupid?' Tawny thought angrily. Tawny couldn't believe what a moron she was for following along. 'If I was smart, I would have noticed they were setting us up.' Tawny opened her door. "I'm home!" she called out.
No one answered. "What else is new, no one is home." Tawny muttered. She was glad, she didn't want her parents to see her like this. Tawny ran upstairs to the shower. She tried to scrub the powder off, but it was difficult. While in the shower, Tawny thought about the baby-sitting job. 'Louis such a jerk, I hate him. He wears the dumbest clothes. That sweater he was wearing tonight-' Reality set in. 'That was the sweater I bought him!' Tawny realized. And as much as she hated to admit it, she really did like Louis. "I don't really hate him," she whispered. "But I'm such an idiot, I screwed things up for us for good!" Since she was in the shower, she didn't notice the tears running down her face.
Ren crept back to Twitty's house. She glanced in the window and saw him standing alone, mopping up the mess. She knocked on the door.
"Oh, Ren. How did things go with Tawny?"
"Bad. You and Louis?"
"Awful. He figured us out."
"Same with Tawny."
"Well, what are we going to do now? They've realized our plan, how can we try to get them together now?"
"No idea. I'll have to think about it."
"Wanna come in? I have to mop up the floor, but we can discuss those two some more."
"Sure. I have no where to go."
Twitty shut the door behind Ren.
Louis stomped into his house, slamming the door shut. He kicked off his shoes and began to storm up the stairs. "Hi, son! How was baby-sitting? Did you make a good profit?" Mr. Stevens asked.
"NO!" Louis snapped. He stomped into his room and slammed that door as well. 'Did I even get paid?'
"Louis? What's wrong?"
"I'm doing homework!"
"Um, alright." Steve certainly wanted Louis to do homework to bring up his grades.
Louis frowned at his reflection in the mirror. 'How could my best friend do this to me? How could he lead me on like that? I know he was just trying to do the nice thing, but still, he lied!' Louis glanced at what he was wearing. 'The sweater!' he thought frantically. He yanked it off as fast as he could. He then opened up his window and threw it out of the house. The sweater landed on the driveway. Louis slammed the window shut, and sat down on his bed. "I cannot believe I was wearing that!" he snapped. "And I cannot believe she didn't notice! If she didn't notice the sweater, then she doesn't like me anymore. Twitty and Ren can't set us up if she doesn't like me." Louis glanced up at his reflection one more time before turning out his light to go to sleep. "And if I don't like her."
Tawny stepped out of the shower and began drying her hair with a towel. She put on a pair of pajamas and went back to her room. She sat on her bed and thought quietly for a minute. She did like Louis, as much as she didn't want to admit it. She thought he liked her, and he probably did. But after tonight, and the way they had both acted. "It's time to accept that things are over between us. We just aren't meant to be, as much as I wish we were. But Louis and I, we just can't go back to dating again. We had our little thing, and now it's over and done with. I just hope we can still be friends again," she whispered to herself. The words were little comfort to her. "But I don't want to just be friends. I've done friends, I want to go back to being more than just friends."
She sighed. She noticed on the floor was a crumpled up flyer. Tawny went to pick it up. She sat back down on her bed and began reading it. It was for the dance. Tawny threw it across the room. She then turned her light off, and went to sleep.
"So they've figured out the plan?" Ren asked. "What can we possibly do now? We're really in trouble here."
Twitty was mopping up the baby powder. "I don't know, Ren. We're pretty screwed right now. Our plans have gone up in total smoke."
"That's for sure. Do you want some help with cleaning that up?"
"No, I'm okay by myself."
"Alright, but I don't feel right just sitting here, watching you clean."
"It's my brother's fault that this happened."
"It's my brother's fault too."
Twitty looked at her. "Fine, if you really want to help you can."
Ren got down on her knees and began cleaning. After they finished, she wiped her face with her hand. Twitty noticed she had wiped some powder onto her face.
"You have powder on your face," Twitty said, laughing.
"Where?" Ren asked.
Twitty reached up and wiped it off her face. "There," he said. "It's gone." He looked into Ren's chocolate-brown eyes and smiled. He couldn't help smiling.
"Thank you," Ren whispered. She wished he had left his hand there, or that she had made sure he left it there. When he had touched her face, it had felt wonderful to her.
"Want to watch some TV or something?"
"Sure." Ren went and sat down on the couch. Twitty came and sat next to her, and when he sat down, his hand landed on hers.
"Sorry," he said, and jerked it away.
"No," Ren said, intervening this time, "leave it there."
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Tawny stomped away from Ren. She didn't think her anger would ever subside. She had suspected some sort of plan, but she didn't really think Ren would do something like that. But how wrong she was. 'How could I have been so stupid?' Tawny thought angrily. Tawny couldn't believe what a moron she was for following along. 'If I was smart, I would have noticed they were setting us up.' Tawny opened her door. "I'm home!" she called out.
No one answered. "What else is new, no one is home." Tawny muttered. She was glad, she didn't want her parents to see her like this. Tawny ran upstairs to the shower. She tried to scrub the powder off, but it was difficult. While in the shower, Tawny thought about the baby-sitting job. 'Louis such a jerk, I hate him. He wears the dumbest clothes. That sweater he was wearing tonight-' Reality set in. 'That was the sweater I bought him!' Tawny realized. And as much as she hated to admit it, she really did like Louis. "I don't really hate him," she whispered. "But I'm such an idiot, I screwed things up for us for good!" Since she was in the shower, she didn't notice the tears running down her face.
Ren crept back to Twitty's house. She glanced in the window and saw him standing alone, mopping up the mess. She knocked on the door.
"Oh, Ren. How did things go with Tawny?"
"Bad. You and Louis?"
"Awful. He figured us out."
"Same with Tawny."
"Well, what are we going to do now? They've realized our plan, how can we try to get them together now?"
"No idea. I'll have to think about it."
"Wanna come in? I have to mop up the floor, but we can discuss those two some more."
"Sure. I have no where to go."
Twitty shut the door behind Ren.
Louis stomped into his house, slamming the door shut. He kicked off his shoes and began to storm up the stairs. "Hi, son! How was baby-sitting? Did you make a good profit?" Mr. Stevens asked.
"NO!" Louis snapped. He stomped into his room and slammed that door as well. 'Did I even get paid?'
"Louis? What's wrong?"
"I'm doing homework!"
"Um, alright." Steve certainly wanted Louis to do homework to bring up his grades.
Louis frowned at his reflection in the mirror. 'How could my best friend do this to me? How could he lead me on like that? I know he was just trying to do the nice thing, but still, he lied!' Louis glanced at what he was wearing. 'The sweater!' he thought frantically. He yanked it off as fast as he could. He then opened up his window and threw it out of the house. The sweater landed on the driveway. Louis slammed the window shut, and sat down on his bed. "I cannot believe I was wearing that!" he snapped. "And I cannot believe she didn't notice! If she didn't notice the sweater, then she doesn't like me anymore. Twitty and Ren can't set us up if she doesn't like me." Louis glanced up at his reflection one more time before turning out his light to go to sleep. "And if I don't like her."
Tawny stepped out of the shower and began drying her hair with a towel. She put on a pair of pajamas and went back to her room. She sat on her bed and thought quietly for a minute. She did like Louis, as much as she didn't want to admit it. She thought he liked her, and he probably did. But after tonight, and the way they had both acted. "It's time to accept that things are over between us. We just aren't meant to be, as much as I wish we were. But Louis and I, we just can't go back to dating again. We had our little thing, and now it's over and done with. I just hope we can still be friends again," she whispered to herself. The words were little comfort to her. "But I don't want to just be friends. I've done friends, I want to go back to being more than just friends."
She sighed. She noticed on the floor was a crumpled up flyer. Tawny went to pick it up. She sat back down on her bed and began reading it. It was for the dance. Tawny threw it across the room. She then turned her light off, and went to sleep.
"So they've figured out the plan?" Ren asked. "What can we possibly do now? We're really in trouble here."
Twitty was mopping up the baby powder. "I don't know, Ren. We're pretty screwed right now. Our plans have gone up in total smoke."
"That's for sure. Do you want some help with cleaning that up?"
"No, I'm okay by myself."
"Alright, but I don't feel right just sitting here, watching you clean."
"It's my brother's fault that this happened."
"It's my brother's fault too."
Twitty looked at her. "Fine, if you really want to help you can."
Ren got down on her knees and began cleaning. After they finished, she wiped her face with her hand. Twitty noticed she had wiped some powder onto her face.
"You have powder on your face," Twitty said, laughing.
"Where?" Ren asked.
Twitty reached up and wiped it off her face. "There," he said. "It's gone." He looked into Ren's chocolate-brown eyes and smiled. He couldn't help smiling.
"Thank you," Ren whispered. She wished he had left his hand there, or that she had made sure he left it there. When he had touched her face, it had felt wonderful to her.
"Want to watch some TV or something?"
"Sure." Ren went and sat down on the couch. Twitty came and sat next to her, and when he sat down, his hand landed on hers.
"Sorry," he said, and jerked it away.
"No," Ren said, intervening this time, "leave it there."
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