Theme Challenge: Bridge and Syd
From the Ars Amatoria Romance Themes Challenge
Challenge #39: Closer
A/N: Set after Perspective but before Messenger Part 1.
Disclaimer: PRSPD belongs to Disney.
Closer
Syd's POV
I was lying down on my bed with my stuffed elephant, Peanuts, sitting on top of my chest. It was a good thing that I was alone in my room because I sure could use the time to think about things. Well, actually think about one thing in particular.
Flashback
"That's the truth. The whole truth and…" Bridge started to say before being interrupted.
"Nothing close to the truth," Z finished.
"Name one thing I fabricated!" Bridge exclaimed.
"Bridge, Bridge, Bridge, Bridge, Bridge, Bridge, Bridge," I said mockingly.
"Okay, name another," Bridge replied.
End Flashback
Why would Bridge fabricate me saying his name longingly when it came to his perspective of how the events of today went down?
"I don't get it Peanuts," I said out loud.
I know Bridge is a bit odd, but this behavior was just plain mind boggling. I couldn't figure it out for the life of me. So many possible explanations flew through my mind as I tried to sort through them all.
"Why am I even dwelling on this Peanuts?" I asked my stuffed elephant.
I knew my stuffed animal wouldn't respond, but Peanuts was the only one in the room with me. Okay, now I'm starting to sound weird. I'm an eighteen year old having a one-sided conversation with a stuffed animal. Back to Bridge though, man I can get distracted over the littlest of things. The thing that I was curious about most when Bridge told his side of the story was not that I said his name, but rather how I said his name. That was what confused me to no end.
"What should I do Peanuts? Should I confront Bridge? Do you think that's what I should do?" I asked.
Great! I was talking to my stuffed elephant again. God forbid anyone entering the room and seeing me do so. I could only imagine how they would react to that. Ugh. I got sidetracked once again. What was I thinking about? Oh yes, Bridge. Whoa, back up. That sounded weird. I'm thinking about Bridge? Well, I'm not really thinking about Bridge per se. I'm thinking about what Bridge said. Ok, nice going Syd. Like that sounds any better!
A light bulb went off in my head. "I got it!" I shouted.
I instantly covered my mouth afterwards. I didn't realize I had said that so loud. I hoped nobody heard me. After racking my brain for a logical explanation as to why he had me say his name in the fashion that I had in his side of the story, it finally became clear to me. There was only one possible explanation. There was only one thing that made any sense. Bridge has feelings for me. Why else would he have me say his name longingly?
"So what do I do now?" I asked nobody in particular.
I could let Bridge know that I know that he has feelings for me. On second thought, maybe that's not such a good idea. After all, I could end up being wrong. By telling him that I know that he has feelings for me when in fact he might not will only end up in me making a fool of myself. So maybe then I should just flat out ask Bridge if he truly does have feelings for me. No, I can't do that. That would put him in an awkward position. Wait, why am I worried about putting him in an awkward position? I already am in one thanks to his side of the story.
"If it turns out that Bridge really does have feelings for me, then how do I feel about that?" I asked aloud.
Without a doubt, there was something special about Bridge. I'm not sure quite what it is, but I do know that I feel really comfortable around him. I know that I can count on him when I need somebody to talk to. Why is that though? Do I subconsciously have feelings for Bridge? That can't be, could it? I mean Bridge is my best friend. You don't have those kind of feelings toward your best friend. It's just plain weird. I mean sure Bridge does have boyish good looks, but—hold the phone. Did I just think what I think I thought? Ok Syd, maybe you just need to lie down and get some sleep. Yeah, that's probably what I need. I'm sure once I get some shut eye, I won't think about this the least bit. It'll be cleared from my mind.
"I don't want it cleared from my mind though," I concluded out loud.
No, what I need to do is talk to Bridge. There's no point in getting all riled up about something if there's nothing to even get riled up about in the first place. Okay, that's what I'll do. I'll just go and talk to Bridge and ask him if he has feelings for me. I got up out of my bed and took one step towards the door before deciding against it and flopping back down on my bed.
"Some other time," I said.
Wait. Why am I so nervous about talking to Bridge? Is it because I'm afraid that he might say that he doesn't have feelings for me? Or is it that I'm afraid that he will say that he does have feelings for me? No, no, no. I'm not afraid. I'll prove it too. I'll go head straight for Bridge's room and ask him right now. I got back out of my bed and headed to the door. As I approached it, the automatic door slid open, and Z tumbled down to the floor in front of me.
"Z! Were you eavesdropping on me? Ok, spill it. How much did you hear?" I asked infuriated at my roommate.
Z had a sly grin on her face. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she replied.
I scoffed at her and rolled my eyes. If she wants to be like that, fine then. I'm still going to talk to Bridge.
Wow, so this ended up being one of my longer chapters. Going into this, ironically, I thought it would turn out to be one of my shorter ones. I hope you liked this chapter. Don't forget to review. No flames please.