Your Confessions Kept Me Warm
"Are you coming to the show or not?" Ricky asked Angela the next night. Rayanne had come back and everything was okay, for now.
"No. You guys go ahead. Take Donavan and have fun without me." Angela slouched onto the couch, chomping down on some brownies. Ricky shrugged as he and Donavan headed to the car. Rayanne trailed behind them but stopped.
"You know I can see right through you." Rayanne jumped onto Angela's lap, finishing the brownie in her friend's hand.
"Rayanne chill out. Go and have some fun. It's not safe for you to be here alone and I need some time to think." Angela reasoned avoiding contact with either of her friends.
"No. Thinking leads to bad ideas—depression, anger, hurt … your best bet is to not think and go for it." Rayanne hugged Angela, sliding onto the couch.
"Go for what?"
"Catalano."
"Rayanne you know I don't … well I … I'm totally…"
"Yeah, you're staying alright red." Rayanne said sarcastically. "You're already dolled up." Rayanne showed Angela out of the house as Ricky honked the horn, on cue. This was so planned.
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As soon as Angela and Ricky left the place, Rayanne did too. There was something she had to do. "Yeah Buffy, can you come pick me up … I was thinking about that place …"
Rayanne smiled to herself. If Joey was going to come after her this time, she'd be ready. She would have a gun.
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"And this one I'd like to dedicate to someone I met in high school. I always knew there was something between us but she got away. I call this one 'Red.'" Jordan announced searching for Angela in the crowd. He still didn't see her, but he kept looking.
"I can't believe he just did that." Angela whispered to Ricky as she watched Jordan's searching eyes. In all those years since high school, he could still make her feel like an insecure teenager in just two seconds. One look and she was his.
'I was going nowhere. Going nowhere fast.'
"I can't believe you're avoiding him. Go up there. Go up to the front." Ricky urged me.
"I can't."
"These are great seats Angela, you can. He's expecting you." Ricky continued.
'Living in the past…'
"Thank you. There she is." Jordan pointed as the light shone on Angela immediately. Embarrassed, Angela ran in the opposite direction away from the stage as Jordan dropped his guitar and followed.
"You can't do this Catalano!" Trixie yelled as the ignored her and the band tried to cover as best as they could. "Catalano will be back in fifteen, but until then we have a few … unreleased songs from our next album." Tino began to sing as Angela rushed into the cold, dark night.
"Why are you running away?" Jordan asked chasing after her.
"Why did you do that Jordan?" Angela ran her hands through her hair.
"I wanted to show you--"
"No. You go back to your show, okay?"
"I left it for you. Don't you get it Angela?" Jordan wondered.
"No. Spell it out for me. Why do you keep following me around?" Angela pushed, waiting to see what he would say. Jordan sighed in response, walking back to the coliseum. He couldn't handle another rejection.
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"What are you doing back so soon hon? Catalano didn't give you any backstage passes?" Rayanne joked, looking a little jumpy.
"I left early and walked here."
"Angela, you know that's not safe."
"Save the lectures and tell me how you ended up with a creep like Joey." Angela changed the subject.
"I tried to get rid of him and I couldn't. That's it. Don't worry." Rayanne patted Angela on the knee. "But you, on the other hand have to go back. I cost you Catalano once and I won't let you lose him again." Rayanne opened the front door. "Go."
"Rayanne, you can't kick me out of my own--"
"Go!" She yelled again trying to get her friend out of here now. In a few minutes, things were going to really get ugly.
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"Jordan I …" Angela practiced what she was going to say in front of the Coliseum. It had been over two hours since she'd left and she was hoping that they would still be on stage. "Jordan!" She yelled, opening the door to an empty room where literally everyone had gone. Even the stage set was torn down.
"You lookin for the concert? You just missed it." A person dressed in a cleaning outfit told her.
"How long?"
"An hour or so."
"Thanks." Angela ran out of the Coliseum. "She was too late there was no way she would find him now, ever again."
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"Can we just hurry?" Jordan complained, irritated that the night was a complete bust. Trixie left some of her things at the hotel and Isabelle was still lingering around.
"Okay Mr. Grumpy, but I think you should go check out your old room … you'll find it enlightening."
"Whatever." Jordan grabbed the keys from his tour manager, who had already scolded him about leaving the stage. "You ready baby?" He yelled, but stopped when he saw that she was in bed and she wasn't alone.
"Jordan … I thought the wedding was off." Isabelle tried to explain, but he threw his hands up.
"I'm done." He dropped the eyes on the hotel room floor and headed to the place where he and Angela reunited. It was definitely closed by now, but I had to at least try.
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"Rayanne open the damn door!" Joey yelled, pounding on the door.
"Why should I? Just leave me alone!" She shouted back.
"I can't kid. You know why … you screwed me over. I want my money."
"You know I don't have any money. I can't even afford my own place." Rayanne argued back.
"This looks like a nice place to me. How else are you feeding that little brat of yours? Just give me the money and open this door before I break it down."
"Come in and you'll be sorry." Rayanne looked at the gun she had just purchased. Within minutes, Joey had opened the door and was heading towards Rayanne. "Don't or I'll--"
She was cut off by the sound of Joey knocking the gun from her hand. "Now what are you gonna do?" Cornering Rayanne against the wall, the two commenced into a fight which mostly consisted of Joey throwing punches and Rayanne taking them.
"Is that all you got?" She questioned him, inching her way closer and closer to the gun.
"You want more?" Joey lunged towards her as Rayanne took a desperate dive towards the gun. She got it.
"Who's got the upper hand now?"
"I do." Joey latched himself to the gun as the two struggled over it.
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"So did you like the concert?" Ricky asked Donavan who couldn't stop smiling. He shook his head. "Yeah, it was awesome." So what did you like best?"
"I liked all of it." Donavan smiled innocently.
"Yeah, well I left the keys in the car. You wait here." Donavan nodded as Ricky rushed to find the house keys. Donavan, seeing his mother do this a million times, lifted up the floor mat and found the key.
"Got it!" He yelled, opening the door.
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"She's not here. Damn it!" Jordan muttered to himself, realizing how much his life was crumbling in front of him.
"Jordan … is that you?" Angela peaked from behind the side of the building. "How did you know to…"
"Thought you hated me. I didn't think you'd be here." He answered, reaching for Angela's hand.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that thing at the Coliseum. I was hoping to see you here so that we can talk about … being friends." Angela finished.
"Friends?" Jordan shrugged. "That's bull shit Angela and you know it. Just tell me why … why can't we--"
"I want to be with you, I really do but you're with Jaded Chase. I'm here establishing my career and--"
"We can make it work. I promise." Jordan held onto her tightly, kissing Angela. Weak in the knees, she lost her balance leaving Jordan to sweep her up in his arms. "I love you Angela Chase. I'd give up anything for you."
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Once again, Joey got the upper hand and he had the gun. He was pointing it at Rayanne who was standing out in the open, in front of the door. There was no way she was going to escape it.
Almost by sheer luck, the door opened, pushing Rayanne aside. As the bullet was released from the gun, it's intended target was missed. Instead, an eight-year-old little boy took the hit.
(A/N: I know this chapter was bad … I hated having to write it, but I'm done this story. Right now, I can't do it anymore because I just don't feel it. So, there may be a sequel in the future but as of today this is the last one that I write. –NL)
