Chapter Ten: Breakfast of the champions
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"What time is it?" Guy asked for what seemed like the millionth time.
Charlie rolled his eyes and motioned towards Julie, silently mouthing "Your turn," at her.
"Two minutes since the last time you asked," she answered Guy, in a slightly exasperated tone. "And would you please sit down? You're making me dizzy."
Portman, who was seated beside her at the moment, looked worriedly at her before turning to Guy. "Dude, you better stop that. I don't want her barfing her lunch all over me later."
Julie shot him a venomous glare, but kept silent.
People were bustling all around them, trying to get on their flights on time, while the team waited for theirs. All of them were getting anxious, but Guy was at a totally different level. He started asking for the time every ten minutes when they were having breakfast. Then it got down to five once they reached the airport. Now barely an hour before their flight, he seemed to be asking for it every time he turned.
It was driving everyone crazy. Charlie, who was seated right across Julie and Dean, was at first fairly tolerant at his behavior. But after an hour of it, he furiously removed his wrist watch, and shoved it deep in his duffel bag. Ken and Luis had resorted to frequent trips to the bathroom just to escape, and when that excuse finally ran thin, they volunteered to stand guard by the flight schedule screen, promising to inform them of any changes. Before anyone could protest, they hurriedly stormed off and stood at least fifty feet away from them.
Dean tried a different approach. He had brought out his player and sat there as loud music blasted through his ears. After a while he realized that this technique wasn't going to work, he grudgingly replaced it back in his backpack and glowered at Guy, hoping that he looked intimidating enough to discourage any questions to be thrown his way.
All of them had tried different tactics, but each one failed just as the ones before. When it became apparent that none would work, except of course for Luis and Ken's genius ploy, everybody gave up.
There was simply no deterring Guy Germaine.
"How many minutes more do you think it would take for him to wear the carpet thin?" Fulton muttered loud enough for the rest of them to hear.
"At the pace he's going, I'd give it another ten," Russ answered with a smirk. "Twenty if he keeps it down to ten steps per turn."
Goldberg sniggered. "The way he's acting, you'd think he's expecting twins."
There was a collective snort, as the rest of the team watched Guy paced back and forth in front of them.
Guy, on the other hand, was blissfully ignoring them. "What's taking them so long? Shouldn't they be here by now? They're going to miss the flight." His ramblings, however, were abruptly interrupted by a flight announcement.
Northwest Airlines Flight 311, bound for Honolulu, Hawaii, is ready for boarding. All passengers please proceed to gate 35.
All of them looked up to see Ken and Luis hurrying towards them. "Guys, that's us. That's our flight. Let's go." Luis declared, gathering his things.
When Guy heard that, he suddenly exploded. "But what about Connie! I just can't leave her here!"
Julie and the rest of the team were suddenly stopped dead as some curious passengers glanced their way.
"You might want to repeat that a little louder, Guy. A little more and I think Connie would've heard you." Averman observed.
Here was one of the varsity division's leading forwards, in full panic mode, and near hysterics. In front of throngs of complete strangers, no less. "But you guys said they'll definitely be here!"
Everybody seemed to ponder for the right response for moment.
"You're right," Julie finally said with a dejected sigh. "We just can't leave those two, you guys." She plopped back down on her seat. One by one, all of them did the same.
"Bu-but we can't not go!" Dwayne sputtered. He was the only one to express his objection. "We've been planning this for months, y'all!"
"Shut up, Dwayne!" Fulton hissed, but he too sported the same defeated look as everyone else.
The bubble of panic inside Guy seemed to instantly disappear as soon as he saw the disappointment on his friends' faces. Guilt was slowly making its way over. Was he being selfish again? The entire team had been planning this for some time now, and everyone was really looking forward to it. Now when the time came they suddenly can't go because he decided to have a little rant.
"No, I'm sorry. Dwayne's right. I can't do that to you guys." He told them guiltily.
If Connie was still pissed about yesterday – and it sure looked that way – then maybe they do need to give her some time off. I'm making the right decision here... right?
But the rest of the team was already in a celebratory mood. Portman and Fulton gave each other high fives, and made a bee line for the gate with Goldberg and the rest.
Russ grinned at him triumphantly, slinging his arm over his shoulder. "Relax, Guy. If they can't catch up with us now, then they'll probably catch another flight. Isn't that right, Charlie?"
But Charlie remained silent and instead gave him an apprehensive look.
Hearing no response from Charlie, Guy turned around sharply and narrowed his eyes at him.
Fortunately, he was quick to recover, and in an instant, the expression was gone and in place was a reassuring look. "I nodded," Charlie hastily assured him, nodding his head vigorously in the process.
A warm streak of sunlight on her face prompted Connie to open her eyes a little bit. And for a moment, she was at a complete loss on why suddenly her dorm room looked entirely different. The room was very masculine… definitely not hers. She blinked hard a couple of times, trying to shake the cobwebs of sleep from her brain. It was then that she remembered her little 'arrangement' with Adam. Connie gingerly sat up, rubbing her eyes together, and glanced on the table clock. 8:35am, it read. She then headed outside for the bathroom to fix herself. Emerging a few minutes later, she trudged towards the kitchen only to find Adam already wide awake, setting up breakfast on the table.
"Hi," Adam greeted her. "I didn't know what you want for breakfast, so I figured why not a little bit of everything." He said, as he set down a plate of bacon and eggs on the table. There was also a plate of French toasts, a box of cereals, and some hash browns already set, as well as two tall glasses of orange juice.
"I didn't know you can cook," Connie asked, barely containing the astonishment on her voice. She walked over, sat down, and started to nibble on a piece of French toast.
He smiled at her sheepishly and answered, "I can't. I just bought these from that diner across the street."
She gave a small laugh as she finally saw discarded brown bags sticking out from the garbage bin. "Well, it certainly works for me," she replied cheerfully.
Adam's smile grew a little wider as he settled himself across Connie. He had been a nervous wreck since he went to bed last night. He could barely sleep, lying there for a few hours and wondering about the succeeding days to come. Miraculously, Adam had managed to fall asleep just before dawn, and when he finally woke a few hours later, his heart was pounding fast. Cursing himself silently, he had quickly rummaged around the kitchen to take care of that day's first order of business: breakfast. Or more accurately, lack thereof. So in record time, he had changed out of his pajamas, rushed towards the diner across the street, and got them ready just in time for Connie to wander into the kitchen.
His greeting almost never made it out of his throat as Connie emerged, still in her pajamas. She was wearing a gray tank top and some dark pajamas, and her hair lazily pulled up with a scrunchie.
Adam didn't know anyone could look so beautiful so early in the morning. Oh god, stop staring at her before she sees you, damn it! He quickly averted his eyes and busied himself with the plates.
When Connie had asked whether he actually cooked breakfast, he had almost instantly regretted admitting his lack of culinary skills. Her reaction, however, was enough to make his heart flutter, and think otherwise.
"So," he started after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "How are you planning to waste the day away?"
"Well, let's see… We could," Connie paused to think for a second. "Rent a couple of movies, or go fishing on the lake… or… Oh oh, hey, we could take one of those road trips!" She suddenly exclaimed, her eyes shinning with glee. "Like, uh a trip to the mountains, or-"
"-a trip to the airport-" Adam teased.
"-or to the hospital, after I whack you with my stick-"
"-or not-"
"Good for you." She heartily agreed.
Both of them had ended up bursting into laughter, but Adam knew there was still much more to be addressed on that issue. Later, perhaps. But for now, he was in complete content just making Connie smile.
Alrighty! That was quite long, wasn't it?
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