CHAPTER 8
Ren opened Louis' door and saw her brother lying on the bed with Tawny sitting beside him. Twitty was behind Ren,
"How are you," she asked, sounding a bit concerned.
"Yeah, what happened to you, man" Twitty added.
"He slipped on a banana skin," Tawny answered.
"I fell on my back and the next thing I knew, I was in the school's clinic," Louis continued.
"Can you go to school tomorrow," Twitty asked.
"I can't, buddy. I have to stay here for a couple of days," he answered.
"That's too bad. You'll have to rest here, I guess," Ren told her brother.
"Yeah," Louis replied with a nod.
"Uhmm... could you excuse us. Tawny and I. I need to tell her about the meeting we had for the play," Ren excused. Tawny stood up and the two went downstairs to discuss about the play.
"Ok, Tawny. You are going to play Satine and Zach will be Christian. The duke will be..." Tawny suddenly coughed at the mention of her teaming up with Zach.
She got the script from Ren,
"Zach? As in airhead, thinks-he's-a-pupolar-guy Zach?"
"Yup," Ren answered, looking all innocent. She knew that Tawny hated that guy so she added,
"Look, Tawny. I know you hate Zach cause he's this really huge airhead who thinks he's all that, but I have to admit that he's perfectly fit for the role."
Ren looked at Tawny, hopeful, "Please, understand. I mean, this play is a huge thing for me. I really, really need your help. Please? Can I count on you?"
"Yeah, sure!" Tawny replied with a smile. "Nut, I must remind you that if he takes one wrong move, I'll be good to g," she added.
Ren smiled and thanked Tawny then they continued discussing about their play.
As Louis was telling his best friend about a book he read on a new computer game, Twitty broke in.
"Hey man, I need to talk to you about something."
Since his buddy looked serious, he threw the book under his pillow and looked at Twitty.
"Why, what's the matter, man?"
"I don't even think I should be telling this to you," Twitty hesitated.
"Com on, man. We've been friends since, like, we were in our mom's womb? Spill it, man" Louis persuaded.
But before Twitty did, he locked Louis' door first then sat beside Louis.
"Looks like undercover huh," Louis joked.
But Twitty's face remained stern and then he finally started.
"Lou, you know that feeling when it seems so nice to be with one person that does not happen to be your best buddy or your hotdog pillow?"
"What," Louis asked in confusion.
"You know, when you feel nice with a specie of the opposite sex," Twitty explained.
"Well, yeah. I get that all the time," Louis replied.
"Really? With whom," Twitty continued.
"With Tawny," Louis replied, casually.
"No," Twitty said, "Tawny's, like, your best girlfriend. I mean, someone you want to walk with every time, the one girl you love to see smile, that one particular person, out of all the women in the world, that you'd want to e with?"
"I told you, Tawny," he answered.
"Ok, let's put it this way. Do you feel high when you see Tawny smile," Twitty asked.
"Yeah! I like cause she has this sparkling thing going on with her eyes," Louis said.
Twitty stood up and continued,
"Do you like her company?"
"Of course!"
"Do you love Tawny?"
"Yeah," Twitty stared at him in shock. Louis suddenly realized what he had just said. "I mean, no! I don't know," he added, fast.
After a few seconds of silent thinking from both parties, Louis asked,
"Wait a minute, why are we all of a sudden on the 'love' subject?" emphasizing on love, crossing his arms. "Are you not telling me something that your conscience has been bugging you to tell me," he added, suspiciously.
Twitty breathed deep and sat beside his best friend. Then he spilled it,
"I like someone but I'm not supposed to like her."
"What? I don't get it? It's not like she's Tawny or Ren or..." Twitty coughed at the mention of his sister's name then he looked away, making Louis conclude that it was his sister that Twitty likes.
"Ren?" Louis exclaimed. He couldn't bring himself to believe what his best friend was saying.
"You like Ren," he cried out once more.
"Louis, will you please keep it down," as he placed his left palm on Louis' mouth. Then he started explaining everything to Louis who keeps on contradicting. But after all the explanations and feelings said, Louis still understood his buddy, or at least he tried his best to.
Ren opened Louis' door and saw her brother lying on the bed with Tawny sitting beside him. Twitty was behind Ren,
"How are you," she asked, sounding a bit concerned.
"Yeah, what happened to you, man" Twitty added.
"He slipped on a banana skin," Tawny answered.
"I fell on my back and the next thing I knew, I was in the school's clinic," Louis continued.
"Can you go to school tomorrow," Twitty asked.
"I can't, buddy. I have to stay here for a couple of days," he answered.
"That's too bad. You'll have to rest here, I guess," Ren told her brother.
"Yeah," Louis replied with a nod.
"Uhmm... could you excuse us. Tawny and I. I need to tell her about the meeting we had for the play," Ren excused. Tawny stood up and the two went downstairs to discuss about the play.
"Ok, Tawny. You are going to play Satine and Zach will be Christian. The duke will be..." Tawny suddenly coughed at the mention of her teaming up with Zach.
She got the script from Ren,
"Zach? As in airhead, thinks-he's-a-pupolar-guy Zach?"
"Yup," Ren answered, looking all innocent. She knew that Tawny hated that guy so she added,
"Look, Tawny. I know you hate Zach cause he's this really huge airhead who thinks he's all that, but I have to admit that he's perfectly fit for the role."
Ren looked at Tawny, hopeful, "Please, understand. I mean, this play is a huge thing for me. I really, really need your help. Please? Can I count on you?"
"Yeah, sure!" Tawny replied with a smile. "Nut, I must remind you that if he takes one wrong move, I'll be good to g," she added.
Ren smiled and thanked Tawny then they continued discussing about their play.
As Louis was telling his best friend about a book he read on a new computer game, Twitty broke in.
"Hey man, I need to talk to you about something."
Since his buddy looked serious, he threw the book under his pillow and looked at Twitty.
"Why, what's the matter, man?"
"I don't even think I should be telling this to you," Twitty hesitated.
"Com on, man. We've been friends since, like, we were in our mom's womb? Spill it, man" Louis persuaded.
But before Twitty did, he locked Louis' door first then sat beside Louis.
"Looks like undercover huh," Louis joked.
But Twitty's face remained stern and then he finally started.
"Lou, you know that feeling when it seems so nice to be with one person that does not happen to be your best buddy or your hotdog pillow?"
"What," Louis asked in confusion.
"You know, when you feel nice with a specie of the opposite sex," Twitty explained.
"Well, yeah. I get that all the time," Louis replied.
"Really? With whom," Twitty continued.
"With Tawny," Louis replied, casually.
"No," Twitty said, "Tawny's, like, your best girlfriend. I mean, someone you want to walk with every time, the one girl you love to see smile, that one particular person, out of all the women in the world, that you'd want to e with?"
"I told you, Tawny," he answered.
"Ok, let's put it this way. Do you feel high when you see Tawny smile," Twitty asked.
"Yeah! I like cause she has this sparkling thing going on with her eyes," Louis said.
Twitty stood up and continued,
"Do you like her company?"
"Of course!"
"Do you love Tawny?"
"Yeah," Twitty stared at him in shock. Louis suddenly realized what he had just said. "I mean, no! I don't know," he added, fast.
After a few seconds of silent thinking from both parties, Louis asked,
"Wait a minute, why are we all of a sudden on the 'love' subject?" emphasizing on love, crossing his arms. "Are you not telling me something that your conscience has been bugging you to tell me," he added, suspiciously.
Twitty breathed deep and sat beside his best friend. Then he spilled it,
"I like someone but I'm not supposed to like her."
"What? I don't get it? It's not like she's Tawny or Ren or..." Twitty coughed at the mention of his sister's name then he looked away, making Louis conclude that it was his sister that Twitty likes.
"Ren?" Louis exclaimed. He couldn't bring himself to believe what his best friend was saying.
"You like Ren," he cried out once more.
"Louis, will you please keep it down," as he placed his left palm on Louis' mouth. Then he started explaining everything to Louis who keeps on contradicting. But after all the explanations and feelings said, Louis still understood his buddy, or at least he tried his best to.