Author's Note That Is Part Important: I know I haven't been updating. And it's because I'm getting bored of this story. I'm not gonna abandon you guys, so I'm gonna quickly finish the story as quickly as I can. Hopefully, I'll finish before the end of June. I've just lost interest with this story. Once again, I'm sorry for taking so long to update.
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Chapter Four- Chad and Flab
I'm bored
Nope. I think you're just weird. Hehe.
(wipes away tear) Fine, be mean, Gabs.
(grin) Aw. Yesterday's shopping spree was fun.
In a way...Yeah. I want ice cream.
Me too.
Meet you at Baskin Robbins in ten?
Yeah. See ya!
In ten.
I grabbed my purse and head out to the ice cream parlour.
I got there in four minutes.
My record.
I saw Chad sitting there, slurping softly, as he drank his drank.
"Hey Chad," I said perkily, taking a seat next to him.
"Hey," he said glumly.
"What's with the long face?" I asked him.
Chad shrugged.
"Come on, Chad. You can tell me, I won't tell Troy," I said with a pout.
"Won't tell me what?" Troy's voice said.
I nearly fell out of my seat.
"Shoo," I shooed him, "I have to talk to Chad. Now shoo fly, I'll be just a minute."
Troy chuckled, but went away to sit on the black couch in the corner.
Chad chuckled slightly.
"Now come on, tell Dr. Montez what's wrong," I said in a professional manner.
Chad eyed me weirdly, "I agree with Troy that something's wrong with you."
"Chad," I said, smacking his arm, "You're suppose to tell me what's wrong, not tell me something's wrong with me."
Chad looked down at his drink, "I don't know what to do with Taylor."
I look at him unsurely, "What do you mean," I say slowly.
"Well like, sometimes, I don't know what to do. I don't know whether to laugh, to be serious, I just don't know what to do," Chad grunted.
"And now I'm a sap. I just told a girl my problems. Very manly," Chad muttered to himself.
I chuckled softly, and gave Chad a pat on the back, "It's okay. Don't worry, it's a normal feeling around Taylor. She's...different at different times. But that's what she likes about you. She likes how you are always so scared and frightened about what to do next for her. She knows you only do it because you care about her," I told him.
Chad nodded a small nod, "Thanks."
Then he looked up at me, "You know what? I like the hyper Gabriella. It's a change."
I chuckled, "It's not a change, it's a phase, Chad."
"Yeah. Whatever," Chad said in a 'whatever' tone, then getting out of his seat to leave.
I saw Troy staring at us, but when he saw me look at him, he turned back to face his small cup of ice cream.
I rolled my eyes.
"See ya, Gabs."
"Bye, Chad."
I walked over to the black couch, "So...have you been evesdropping?" I asked my boyfriend.
"No," Troy said a bit too quickly.
"Really..." I said slowly.
Silence filled the air between us.
"Okay...maybe just a tad bit," he said.
I didn't say anything.
"Or the whole conversation," Troy admitted sheepishly.
I giggled, and kissed him on the lip lightly, "It wasn't the interesting."
"Well I had to make sure my best friend wasn't hitting on my girlfriend," Troy said, putting his arm over my shoulder.
I chuckled, reaching for my banana split that was on the table.
I took two spoons from the table, and handed one to Troy.
Troy put his empty cup on the table, spooned some ice cream, and put the spoon to his lips.
"It's weird," I said, with ice cream in my mouth.
"What's weird?"
"I don't know. Everything."
"...Right."
I leaned against Troy's chest, and stared at people walking past, and sharing my split with Troy.
"What do you think of being stick thin," I said to myself.
"Well I think it's pretty stupid," Troy said, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Hm? Why?" I said.
"Well it's like saying a book has to be thin, with as less pages as possible. It's stupid. Why loose all that weight," Troy said.
"Well I think I need to loose some weight," I said, a plan forming in my head.
"Gabby," Troy said in a 'you're kidding me, right?' tone.
"What?" I said defensively.
"My arms are a bit flabby," I said poking my arm.
Troy turned my face to look at him.
"Gabriella. You look great the way you are now," Troy said.
"That's what they all say," I point out, before continuing to poke my arms.
"Gabriella."
"Fine. I'll go call Taylor about this. Sheesh," I said, my tone faked with annoyance.
I sat back against the couch, arms crossed over my chest.
I can tell that Troy's trying to think of something to say to fix this.
I eye the banana split hungrily.
But repel against it's strong magnetic force.
Troy took a deep breath, then turned around.
"Gabriella," he said slowly.
"Yeah?"
"Let's get you home," he says.
Right...
"'Kay," I say, getting up.
The drive to my house is quiet.
He pulls into my driveway, and put the car to 'Park'.
"Gabriella. About..." he starts.
What do I do???
I can't tell him it's a test...
Grrrrrr...
Think, Gabriella.
Think.
I open my door quickly.
"See you tomorrow," I say perkily, getting out.
"I have basketball practice tomorrow morning," he tells me.
I nod, "My mom will drop me off," I say.
"Okay, and Gabriella?" he starts again.
"Bye," I say quickly, before dashing to my front door, stabbing my key into the lock, throwing the door open, then slamming it shut behind me.
Whew.
That was close.