I apologize in advance for pulling a Bobby Ewing (can you tell I've been dying to make that reference for weeks?). Seriously, I ought to be ashamed.
I still don't own Recess.
Speaking of which, the title reminded me of something. This chapter's dedicated to Ewing Kauffman… From what my mom said about you, you seemed like a great guy. You did a lot of good for a lot of people… My family included. I hope wherever you are that you're… uh, happy.
Anyways, sorry for getting oddly sentimental there.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Why do I always have these freakishly weird dreams?
Wait a second. I'm not in my room. I'm actually on Old Rusty. Okay, so how much of that was a dream?
Crossing my fingers, I look over my shoulder, hoping that T.J.'s not there. But, naturally, as is my luck, he is. Great.
Well, at least he's asleep, right? I mean, it would be so much worse if he was awake.
He looks cold though. And I'm wearing his jacket, so I ought to give it back. I mean, I can't accept that. I gingerly push it over to him.
Maybe I oughtta get to sleep.
Yeah. I'm tired anyways.
"I love you, Spinelli."
What?
Who said that?
I hope it wasn't T.J.
Yeah, I'm just hearing things. I've got to be.
There's no other explanation. Okay, I'm sleeping now.
Closing the eyes and everything.
Okay, what is that moving nearby me? And did something just kiss me?
"I love you, Spinelli."
Rats. There it is again. Better see who it is this time…
And so here I am, being stupid enough to open my eyes. Now I'm not dumb, and a large part of me knew that I wasn't hallucinating and exactly who said that to me, but I'm stubborn, so I tried anything to aid me in my denial.
But, hey, when I saw those blue eyes and that face only inches away from mine, it hit me. The full force of this truth I'd been denying for weeks.
And a force like that, well, it doesn't leave much in its path, if you get my drift.
So I sorta panicked and fell off Old Rusty, landing right on my back.
Ouch is right.
And man does it hurt. I'm probably lucky I didn't get paralyzed. But I maybe broke a rib or two, ugh. Anyways, so Teej is looking down at me, with this positive look of cluelessness on his face.
"Hey! Teej, here's a little tip, okay? Next time you declare your undying love for me, don't try and do it while you think I'm asleep, okay? You don't wanna give me a myocardial infarction, now do you?" I screech mockingly.
T.J. has the grace to blush. He oughtta.
"I'd, uh, better be taking you home. Don't want you to have a myocardial infarction, now do we?" He mutters, shimmying down the junglegym.
He doesn't even know.
"Oh, come on, Teej. You don't even know what a myocardial infarction is," I retorted, straining to get up.
T.J. rolled his eyes, getting own.
"I'm in Health too you know…" He mutters, helping me up.
I shrug.
"Well, smoking is a risk factor… So watch out for yourself too," I snap.
He smirks. Great.
"Now, Spin, we oughtta get you home," T.J. says bossily, dragging me to his car. Great.
Loren ;
Now, this is where it gets really confusing. Just how much of that was Spinelli dreaming? Obviously the entire last chapter… But before that, who knows?
Okay, I'm gonna say that it was before T.J. said that he thought he was in love with her, because there's something about that in another chapter… But I still dunno when. Spinelli definitely explained to him about Gretchen, Vince, and Jack… I'm gonna say that she fell asleep sometime between when she was staring at the stars and T.J. said "The Girl, she's you." blah, blah blah, blah stuff… If she fell asleep while he said it, than half of it's kinda imagined… It prolly be better if she fell asleep when she was staring at the stars though. Even though I like the "The Girl, she's you" speech thing myself.
Either way, the point is, when Spinelli woke up, she had some idea of T.J.'s feelings for her. Now whether that was from dream or reality, I cannot say…
Love you guys!