Rex entered the library and searched the first floor for Mimi, who was
nowhere to be found. After bombarding the snooty librarian on whether or
not she had seen Mimi, he decided to take his search to the next floor.
As he pushed the door of the second floor open, a petite figure on the other side was knocked over. "Mimi," he gasped. He got down to his knees and held up her head which had a large bump above her eyebrow that kept growing larger in size.
"Rex? Is that you?" she asked squinting. She rubbed her sore head and gasped at the pain.
"Mimi, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you on the other side," he apologized. "Here, let me help you up." He placed both his arms around her waist and hoisted her up to her feet.
"Did you hit me over the head with a bag of bricks or something?" she joked, constantly rubbing the sensitive area above her right eye.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and I didn't see that someone was standing on the other side so please forgive me," rambled without stopping to take a breath.
"Whoa Speedy Gonzalez, slow down. I was only kidding," she said shushing him.
Rex scrambled to pick up her scattered papers. They were fliers for the dance, which reminded him of his mission. "You're helping Belle with the dance?" he asked changing the subject. He handed her the fliers and she thanked him.
"How could I say no to her. She wouldn't stop asking me!" she chuckled forgetting about the pain, which was slowly diminishing.
"That's Belle for you-persistent. So are you going? To the dance I mean."
"Of course. It's going to be great. How about you Rex?"
"Well, I was thinking about going but I'm having second thoughts," he replied trying to build up the courage to ask her.
"It wouldn't be the same without you," she pleaded.
"You've made a good point," he grinned.
"So will you be there? If you won't do it for yourself, then do it for me," she pouted.
How could he refuse those big hazel eyes of hers? "You're very persuasive Ms. Lockhart."
"Thank you Mr. DiMera," she answered using the same tone Mr. Cuccione had used while saying his name. "So, are you going to take anyone special?" she winked.
"Maybe. I haven't asked her yet," he said leaving her in suspense.
"Really. Well, who is this mystery woman?" she asked curiously.
"Well, she's very pretty, smart, funny," he hinted. He hesitated before continuing with the rest of his speech. "And thanks to my clumsiness, she'll be walking around with a large bump on her forehead." He hoped she would get the clue he had just given her.
"Oh, Rex..." she said taken aback.
"So, will you go with me?" he asked hoping she would accept his invitation.
"I don't know what to say Rex?"
"Say yes," his heart and mind screamed and the same time.
"Phillip just asked me if I would be his date and I-"
"It's okay, Meems," he glumly answered. He felt his heart being ripped out of his chest. Just moments ago, he felt as though he was on top of the world. He now felt himself plummeting down twenty stories.
"We could go to the next dance together and that's a promise," she told him.
"I'll hold you to that promise," he replied trying to hide his sorrow.
"Okay, well I've gotta go back to my dorm to give these to Belle," she said uncomfortably.
"Sure no problem. And don't forget, you're my dancing partner for the next dance," he said cheerfully so that she wouldn't think he was hurt.
"Can't wait," she answered buying into his act that he wasn't the least bit disappointed that she already had a date.
Rex arrived in his dorm room ten minutes later, only to find Shawn standing behind the door anticipating to hear Rex's victory story.
"Hey Rex! Belle wanted me to ask you if you wouldn't mind doubling with us."
When he did not get a response, he knew that something had gone wrong. "Rex? Are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"She already had a date-Phillip," he said never taking his eyes off the poster of Mickey Mantle above Shawn's bed. A small tear was beginning to form and was slowing making it's way down his cheek.
"Do you have something in your eye?" Shawn asked.
"I think this is what people refer to as a tear," he informed him only causing more of them to roll down his cheeks.
"I think I'd better call Belle!" he said quickly. He wasn't very good with emotional people, least of all guys. This was his girlfriend's department.
As he pushed the door of the second floor open, a petite figure on the other side was knocked over. "Mimi," he gasped. He got down to his knees and held up her head which had a large bump above her eyebrow that kept growing larger in size.
"Rex? Is that you?" she asked squinting. She rubbed her sore head and gasped at the pain.
"Mimi, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you on the other side," he apologized. "Here, let me help you up." He placed both his arms around her waist and hoisted her up to her feet.
"Did you hit me over the head with a bag of bricks or something?" she joked, constantly rubbing the sensitive area above her right eye.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and I didn't see that someone was standing on the other side so please forgive me," rambled without stopping to take a breath.
"Whoa Speedy Gonzalez, slow down. I was only kidding," she said shushing him.
Rex scrambled to pick up her scattered papers. They were fliers for the dance, which reminded him of his mission. "You're helping Belle with the dance?" he asked changing the subject. He handed her the fliers and she thanked him.
"How could I say no to her. She wouldn't stop asking me!" she chuckled forgetting about the pain, which was slowly diminishing.
"That's Belle for you-persistent. So are you going? To the dance I mean."
"Of course. It's going to be great. How about you Rex?"
"Well, I was thinking about going but I'm having second thoughts," he replied trying to build up the courage to ask her.
"It wouldn't be the same without you," she pleaded.
"You've made a good point," he grinned.
"So will you be there? If you won't do it for yourself, then do it for me," she pouted.
How could he refuse those big hazel eyes of hers? "You're very persuasive Ms. Lockhart."
"Thank you Mr. DiMera," she answered using the same tone Mr. Cuccione had used while saying his name. "So, are you going to take anyone special?" she winked.
"Maybe. I haven't asked her yet," he said leaving her in suspense.
"Really. Well, who is this mystery woman?" she asked curiously.
"Well, she's very pretty, smart, funny," he hinted. He hesitated before continuing with the rest of his speech. "And thanks to my clumsiness, she'll be walking around with a large bump on her forehead." He hoped she would get the clue he had just given her.
"Oh, Rex..." she said taken aback.
"So, will you go with me?" he asked hoping she would accept his invitation.
"I don't know what to say Rex?"
"Say yes," his heart and mind screamed and the same time.
"Phillip just asked me if I would be his date and I-"
"It's okay, Meems," he glumly answered. He felt his heart being ripped out of his chest. Just moments ago, he felt as though he was on top of the world. He now felt himself plummeting down twenty stories.
"We could go to the next dance together and that's a promise," she told him.
"I'll hold you to that promise," he replied trying to hide his sorrow.
"Okay, well I've gotta go back to my dorm to give these to Belle," she said uncomfortably.
"Sure no problem. And don't forget, you're my dancing partner for the next dance," he said cheerfully so that she wouldn't think he was hurt.
"Can't wait," she answered buying into his act that he wasn't the least bit disappointed that she already had a date.
Rex arrived in his dorm room ten minutes later, only to find Shawn standing behind the door anticipating to hear Rex's victory story.
"Hey Rex! Belle wanted me to ask you if you wouldn't mind doubling with us."
When he did not get a response, he knew that something had gone wrong. "Rex? Are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"She already had a date-Phillip," he said never taking his eyes off the poster of Mickey Mantle above Shawn's bed. A small tear was beginning to form and was slowing making it's way down his cheek.
"Do you have something in your eye?" Shawn asked.
"I think this is what people refer to as a tear," he informed him only causing more of them to roll down his cheeks.
"I think I'd better call Belle!" he said quickly. He wasn't very good with emotional people, least of all guys. This was his girlfriend's department.