Chapter Six
"Ouch," Fox grimaced as he rubbed his aching forehead. As Fox observed Theresa, he noticed the look of panic that settled within her eyes.
"You just said 'I love you,'" Theresa retorted unbelievingly, almost accusingly, as she gradually backed away from Fox and progressively got up from the bed. As the words were ringing in her ears, Theresa concentrated on the presumed extent of Fox's statement while her body felt incapable of maneuvering about the room correctly. "Why would you say something like that?" Theresa asked wide-eyed as she paced around the room nervously. "Why, Fox?" She demanded inquiringly as she began to busy herself by straightening the items littering her vanity to avoid looking at him directly.
"Theresa calm down," Fox said coolly as he slowly stood up and walked in her direction. "Let me explain" He pleaded calmly as he held up his hands yieldingly.
"Why would you say that?" Theresa said repeatedly as she fumbled with the items in her hands. "Obviously you weren't thinking" Theresa reasoned aloud. "You-you just"
"Theresa," Fox said quietly. "Shh," Stiffening and dropping the brush her hand, Theresa felt his hands on her shoulders as he tried his best to pacify her frayed nerves. "You're overreacting." He said with soft firmness.
"I am not overreacting," Theresa said defensively. "I" Before Theresa could say anymore, Fox placed his finger across her lips.
Watching their reflections in the mirror, Theresa narrowed her eyes as suspicion swam in her deep brown irises. As she observed Fox, she noticed his inability to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching. After scrutinizing the look in Fox's eyes and noticing his famous mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes, Theresa suddenly felt and overwhelming sense of foolishness settling over her. "You bastard," She exclaimed standing up and punching Fox on the chest.
Laughing heartily, Fox blocked Theresa's punches. "Gotcha," He sang repeatedly as Theresa huffed off and sat on her bed. "I can't believe you fell for that," He said grinning widely. His famously rugged charm radiated through his smile and cast its powerful capability to make others incapable of staying mad at him for long.
"Why did you do that?" Theresa asked crossing her arms in disbelief.
"I just thought I'd have a little fun," Fox whispered in her ear before lying back on his elbows triumphantly.
"You drive me crazy, Fox," Theresa said rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
"I know, I know," Fox said sighing. "I drive all the women crazy."
Laughing at Fox's arrogant yet somehow endearing comment, Theresa picked up one of her pillows and playfully smacked Fox across the face.
"Mmph." Fox grunted. Narrowing his eyes, Fox picked up the pillow and sat up. "You are going to be sorry you did that," He warned cautiously as an impish grin plastered itself on his lips.
Raising her eyebrows, Theresa grinned. "Don't you dare," She pointed as Fox raised the pillow with mischief dancing in his eyes and gleaming in his smile.
"You started it," Fox said simply as he inched closer towards her pillow in hand and playful revenge on his mind.
"Fox" Theresa pointed her finger warningly. "Don't"
Before Theresa could utter another word, Fox bopped her lightly upon the head.
"I hope you know," Theresa said as she grabbed another pillow. "This is war."
"Bring it on," Fox smirked.
Both laughing, Theresa and Fox began to run around the room like two youthful souls stealing playful whacks at opportune moments during their good-natured pillow war. After tripping over a lamp cord, Fox tumbled to the ground with Theresa following close after. Breathless and sprawled across the floor, Fox and Theresa engaged in a bout of hilarity before realizing that Pilar and Martin Lopez-Fitzgerald stood in Theresa's doorway in complete shock and confusion at the scene displayed before their eyes.
"Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerld, what in God's name are you doing?" Pilar demanded.