Part 2
I awaken from my deep sleep. It's Sunday, so the pizzeria is closed. Even though I had the perfect chance to leave the stage, I wouldn't let myself. I didn't want to know what Chica would say if I confessed. Would she confess too? Would she reject me? I just didn't know.
I can't bear the lonely atmosphere anymore. I stood nervously. I slowly walked toward the curtain. I open it and see Freddy and Bonnie talking, like they do every Sunday. Chica is in the corner with a painful expression, as if she was about to cry.
I step off of the stage slowly. As I face the others, I notice that Chica is staring at me. Our eyes meet. My chest tightens and we both start blushing uncontrollably. She stands and begins to walk toward me. The other two notice and stop talking. The room is now silent. When Chica reaches me, she wraps her arms around me and begins to cry. "Uh…" I say surprised. She mumbled "I love you…" under her tears and heavy breathing. "Hey," I said, "please smile. I can't stand to see you like that." She smiles and looks up at me. We come closer to each other. Before I know it, our mouths touch. The warmth that I hadn't known for over 30 years I knew once more. I was happy.