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Author's note: I don't know if I have any readers left considering I took so long to update, but hopefully somebody will read this chapter. I must give a big THANK YOU to all the reviewers, I really do appreciate the feedback. Someone said that the point of view shifting is confusing. I was afraid that it might be! If you look at the title of each chapter, it should have the person's name in it that is talking. Again, I love those reviews!
Chapter 6: Marty's Dilemma
"I can't believe that I'm actually going to spend the whole night with Rory!" I excitedly proclaim to my roommate, Kevin.
"Hey! All right, buddy! It's about time that you get some!" he yells with a perverted smile on his face.
"No! Oh god…Kevin! I didn't mean it like that! Me and Rory, we're just friends!" I explain to the portly Kevin, who has shoulder length black hair and a light goatee framing his mouth.
"Oh, yeah right, man, since when were you 'just friends' with a girl, huh?"
"Kevin! What are you talking about?"
"Oh, come on, you're a ladies' man and you know it!"
I laugh and say, "Yeah, I wish. Trust me, Kevin, Rory made it abundantly clear that she has no romantic interest in me whatsoever."
"But you do in her…don't you?"
I look down at the shoes on my feet and I quietly say, "Yes."
"So what are you gonna do about it?"
After a moment of deep thought, I look at Kevin and say, "Nothing. I can't risk losing her as a friend. Do you know, she's the only friend that I have who isn't into Dungeons and Dragons? She's not like all the other people that I know. She's just…she's so wonderful, and intelligent, and caring, and witty, and…" I look back down at my feet again as I whisper, "beautiful."
Kevin nods and looks at me with sympathy in his blue eyes. "So in other words, you're too chicken to tell her."
"Right. But you don't understand, Kevin. She's so incredibly perfect and I'm so…me."
"You gotta tell her, Marty. Otherwise you may be passing up a great thing."
I stare at Kevin. Sometimes I underestimate the guy. He's right. I have to tell her sooner or later. It would be the greatest thing in the world to be with her, but… "What if she rejects me? What if I'll always be invisible to her? Our friendship would never be the same. She'd avoid me because she'd be afraid of hurting my feelings. I'd avoid her because my pride would be hurt. We'd never see each other again, and I'd miss the great thing that we have right now. Why risk losing all of that?"
"Because you have got it BAD for her! Be a man and tell her!"
I sigh, roll my eyes and say, "Why do I even talk to you?"
"Because no one else will listen to you, buddy!"
I laugh and go back to my room to get ready for the big night. As I'm packing my duffel bag, I make a pact with myself to tell her tonight…or tomorrow. No, no, I'll tell her tonight, she deserves to know. But it could ruin the weekend if I tell her tonight, maybe I should wait till we're back at school. No, stop it Marty! Okay, I'll tell her tonight.
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I look at my watch as I leave my dorm. It's 5:01. Great, I'm late! I hasten my steps to Rory's dorm, and as I'm about to reach the stairway that's by her room, I hear her laughing. I step back near the wall and watch her approach her door, arm in arm with none other than Logan Huntzberger.
"I had a great time today," that wretched Logan says to Rory, staring deeply into her eyes.
"I did too," Rory says, smiling. "Thanks for today."
Then, Logan faces Rory towards him, takes both of her hands into his, and says, "It was my pleasure, Ace," with that ridiculous grin of his. He lets go of one of her hands and reaches up to caress her face. He leans in and softly presses his lips to hers. Rory reciprocates the kiss instantly and wraps her arms around his waste, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.
It feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest. I'm just standing there with my mouth hanging open, not one part of me is able to move. There's an awful pain in my stomach, and my skin is heating up. I finally bring myself to look away. I take a couple deep breaths to calm myself down, and I stare at the wall in front of me. I hear footsteps going away from Rory's dorm, and then I hear a door open and close. I look at my hands to make sure that they have stopped shaking, and I head down the stairs.
"I can't run away this time," I say to myself. As I'm about to open her door, I remember the pact that I had made with myself. It would be impossible to tell her now…wouldn't it?