Chapter 5. This is an added Chapter because I needed to make Fiona fall in love with him a little slower. It needs to take more time, if you all know what I mean. Anyways, hope you like it. R+R!
I'm torn between what I should do and what I shouldn't. Part of me wants to run to Cory, to hold him and let him know I love him, but then part of me wants to run to Van because I know I love him, but yet he's only a close friend.
Fiona lay in bed, late at night, thinking. She didn't understand her feelings.
Why am I feeling this way? My heart is…confused. As soon as I saw Cory's face, looked into is eyes, I fell in love with him. Why so fast? I only just met him. Something has to be wrong, but yet, it felt so good; almost, comforting.
She sat up, rubbing her temples. She had a headache. Maybe it's from all the thinking I've been doing. She took a sip from the water bottle sitting on the nightstand by her bedside.
I shouldn't have done what I did. Why didn't I just leave her alone? I can get a girl without you…
Cory lay on the opposite side of the hall from Fiona. He had, also, been thinking all night long. He was mad at himself. He knew he wanted Fiona the first time he saw her, and he was determined to get her; to hold her.
Why? I'm so stupid. I should have listened to her. I should have done what she told me to do. But I never listen.
"I do love Fiona. I really do. I just…" He whispered quietly to himself, his voice trailing off.
Think about it Cory…is what you're doing really right? No…
Okay, okay...so I really do love Cory…right? Right. No...I don't know.
Fiona was so tired, wanting so badly just to drift off to sleep; into the stillness of the darkened hour, but she couldn't. Why can't I just go to sleep? Eyes…close. Now. Please?
She lay back in bed, hoping for sleep to close in.
My heart knows what's right but my mind won't let me believe…
I should stop thinking about this and let it be. I did what I did. I can't change the past; I can only change the future. You idiot. Oh well!
Cory decided he would get up and take a walk. That was all he could really do.
Maybe it'll take my mind off of everything…
Fiona got up. She was so frustrated with herself. She needed some air, something to keep her mind off Cory.
She climbed out of bed, the bedpost creaking as she stood up. She opened her door only to find Cory opening his own. Great. "Uh…Cory…what are you doing up?"
"I could ask the same." He said, just above a whisper.
"Yeah…well…I can't get to sleep. My thoughts are working overtime, if you know what I mean." She pulled at a strand of her frizzy hair.
He cleared his throat. He knew. "Oh yeah, I know exactly what you mean, mine are working double time." He ran his hands through his hair.
"Yeah…" She looked him in the eyes, for any sign of reassurance, love, exhaustion, anything.
He walked toward her. "Want to take a walk with me? Just to clear our minds…" He looked down into her eyes.
She shook her head to clear her vision that had suddenly blurred, her blonde locks swaying. "Um…yeah. Sure." Cory took her hand in his.
"Let's go."
The two of them walked outside, quietly breathing in the late night air. They stopped walking. Cory turned to Fiona; he stared hard into her eyes. "You need some sleep." He dropped her hand.
"Yeah, I do. I'm tired." She blinked hard, to keep from falling asleep in her place.
"Then why don't you go to bed now?"
Fiona nodded. "That's what I'll do."
I love you, Cory. I want to spend more time with you. I don't want to go to sleep…not now…
"How about I bring you back to your room?" He grabbed her hand again.
"That would be nice."
They walked back inside, without saying anything to each other. Cory guided Fiona to her bed. He sat down next to her, to get her comfortable.
Van and Irvine walked down the hall corridor. Van had asked Irvine to come with him to wake Fiona.
"You can't handle it yourself?" Irvine had asked.
"Shut up and just come with me."
Irvine trudged behind Van unwillingly. "I still don't see why you couldn't have come back here on your own."
Van sighed. "Irvine, please, just shut up."
Van nudged Fiona's partially open door and stopped. "I…uh…am I interrupting something?"
Fiona and Cory sat on the bedroom floor cross legged, laughing. Fiona looked up, smiling. "No, no. Nothing. We were just talking." She looked exhausted, like she'd been up all night.
"How long have you guys been…talking?" Van asked slowly.
This time Cory spoke up. "Pretty much all night; neither of us could sleep."
Van nodded. "Oh." He wanted kick Cory in the head and tell him to leave. He wanted to tell him to never come back. Irvine stood by Van's side, grinning.
Van turned and left, without another word. He mumbled something he thought only Irvine had heard.
Why can't he just leave? Why can't he just leave and stay gone forever? What is so wrong about letting me have Fiona?
