Finally another one, haha. Okay, tis chapter 4.
Fred stood on the scale waiting for it to determine how her day would go. It was always the scales decision. She never had a choice. And it was always the longest wait of her life. I mean, if you could have something tell you what to do, how to live, what to eat, wouldn't you be anxious?
She was. And finally it told her. She could eat, not that much. But she could, and that was something. She would take that chance to try and distract Wesley.
She quickly stepped off and got dressed, heading down to the office.
"Hey Fred!" Lorne exclaimed as he saw her headed toward him. Gunn had told him what happened, but he was trying to act as normal as possible.
He knows, I know it. Oh god, everyone knows. Why did I have to fall asleep? If I had never done that none of this would be happening.
She plastered a smile onto her face. "Hey! So what's new?"
"Not much. It's getting kind of boring around here." He said in a sort of hushed voice.
She sighed, "I know what you mean. If you see Wesley can you tell him I'm looking for him?"
"Sure thing." He said with a nod and walked away.
She proceeded to knock on Angel's office door. After receiving the go ahead she slowly opened the heavy door.
"Hi, what's up?" Angel asked her, only glancing up from his stack of unsigned documents for a second.
"Uh nothing, I was just wondering what happened last night...Did you guys end up killing the demon?"
"Yeah, it took a while, but we got it."
"Oh, good." She paused, trying to think of something witty to say, but before she had the chance Wesley walked in.
"Hey, Lorne said you wanted to see me?"
"Oh, I uh..." Then she realized she had no idea why she had said that, she didn't want to talk to Wesley. She wanted to avoid him, at all costs. "I forgot what I wanted to tell you." Great save. She thought to herself sarcastically.
"I see, well would you like to go get some coffee or something?"
And again she finds herself in this situation. By this point there was NO doubt in her mind that Wesley knew. There was no way he would act this way if he didn't. But she couldn't say no...
"Sure." She told him with a smile. "When?"
Before she even got a reply he took her by the hand and led her out.
She waited in silence at the small table in the corner of the room for Wesley to return with their two mochas. He had taken her to a local Starbucks, planning to confront her about the night before.
"Here ya go." He said, handing her the cup and pulling her out of her deep thoughts.
She took the cup and cautiously took a sip. "Mmm, yummy." She exaggerated with just about the 97,345th forced smile of the day, and it was only 8:30.
"Glad you like it." He took the seat across from her, sipping his own cup. "So how are you?"
"Good, how are you?"
"I'm doing good." He paused, wanting to wait for the right moment. He didn't succeed and decided to just go for it. "Fred I need to talk to you."
Her heart rate increased greatly. "What about?" She tried to sound casual. Though she was sure she sounded far from it.
"Umm, about last night." He said, still trying to work up the courage.
She just stayed silent, taking another sip of her mocha and waiting for him to continue. He went on to explain about last night, about how he had seen her stomach and how he knew she hadn't been eating.
"I want you to get help." He told her as he finished.
"What? You..." She paused, still trying to make this all out in her head, "you want to put me in a hospital?"
"No, of course not. I just- I want you to get better. But if that means putting you into a hospital, then I guess that's the route we'll have to take."
"I'm not going in a hospital. I don't care what you want or what anyone else wants. That's not happening. I-I-I don't care." She raised her voice in a sort of rant.
Wesley looked around the coffee shop and saw several people staring their way. "Fred, keep your voice down"
"Don't tell me to keep my voice down Wesley. You're telling me you're going to put me in a hospital. I have every right to be loud right now."
"I didn't say that, I said that if that's what we needed to do, we'd do that. But I do want to avoid that. I'd rather get you better myself." He explained to her in a hushed tone.
"Oh, that's great. Really great. Almighty watcher Wesley's going to make poor little Fred all better. I don't think so." And with that Fred stormed out of Starbucks, leaving Wesley with two unfinished coffee cups and a hell of a lot on his mind.
Mugh, yet another short and pointless chapter. Someone please give me an idea to take this story further. I don't want to keep it going if no one's reading it cause this topic is pretty touchy for me. So if you're still interested in more let me know. And if you've got any ideas then throw them out there in a review. ;-)