Chapter 7-Memory Lane
From: It's_oKay; Subject: Literary Skills; Date: Tue 6/21 10:49 PM
'They were both analyzing at the menus, but they couldn't help looking up from time to time and catching the other's gaze. This resulted in large smiles and loving glances. To anyone watching, it might have seemed incredibly corny, but that's what lovebirds did, right?
The waiter came and asked them if they had decided upon the order. He chose a Greek salad and she decided to try the Swiss Chicken. She laughed at him because of his choice, telling him that he wasn't a teenage girl on a diet. He laughed too and told her he loved her. She said that she loved him, too.'
How about it? I think I should become a writer. Neah, just kidding. Anyway, from what you've told me, this is how I would describe your date with Trent.
Take care, honey!
Kay.
To: Trent09; Subject: [No subject]; Date: Wed 7/21 1:20 PM
Trent,
I know this may sound a bit cheesy, but I want to thank you for yesterday. I really enjoyed having dinner with you. And I would really like to see you again. Maybe tomorrow? I would have called you, but my stupid cell phone didn't recover from yesterday's fall. So…I guess an e-mail was the best way to express my appreciation.
I'm running out of ideas right now, but all I want to say is this: I had a great time. And I love you.
Gwen.
From: Trent09; Subject: Tomorrow?; Date: Wed 7/21 2:30 PM
Dear Gwen,
I'm glad you had a great time. I had a great time, too. It was the best dinner I've had in my life! I guess the person you're dinning with does make a difference. And you're the best dinner companion I've ever had. How about we go out for a movie tomorrow? I'll let you choose the genre.
I love you, too!
Trent.
To: Trent09; Subject: RE:Tomorrow?; Date: Wed 7/21 2:50 PM
How generous of you. How about I call you this evening? I'll borrow my brother's cell.
G.
From: Trent09; Subject: RE:RE:Tomorrow?; Date: Wed 7/21 4:12 PM
I'm looking forward to it.
T.
From: It's_oKay; Subject: Get your damn cell fixed!; Date: Fri 7/23 6:07 PM
Gwen,
I'm getting tired of writing e-mails to you for every silly thing I want to tell you. Okay, maybe it's because I'm too lazy, but I'm getting sick of typing. So get your stupid cell phone fixed so I can call you!
Btw, how did things go with Trent? (You didn't get to tell me about the date at school, so I plan on finding the details here!) He's a nice guy, sweetie, make sure you keep him!
Love,
Kay.
P.S: Fix the phone!
To: It's_oKay; Subject: Yeah, really subtle, Kay!; Date: Fri 7/23 7:33 PM
No need to get irritated, Kay, I do plan on fixing my phone soon. Don't get so frustrated, typing helps your fingers. Anyway, he's wonderful! With the risk of getting into clichés, I'm going to tell you this: he really might be my Prince Charming. But don't you dare start humming 'Gwen's in love' whenever you see me, because I might just strangle you. Or not. He makes me want to be a better person, to tell you the truth.
And it's funny actually. I started having feelings for him when we were still on the show, but dating him in places without cameras is very different. I get to be myself. And he likes every bit of me. And I like every bit of him. Okay, this is getting a little awkward…Why don't we talk about this face-to-face?
Love,
Gwen.
From: It's_oKay; Subject: Aww 3; Date: Fri 7/23 7:40 PM
That was so cute! Gwen's in love! Gwen's in love!
Just kidding, don't kill me before I find out more about your new love story. Anyway, everything sounds awesome! You've finally found your soul mate, haven't you? And, yes, talking face-to-face is much better. So, tomorrow morning, I'll get you a latte and you'll tell me all about it. ;)
Kay.
P.S: I hope you haven't forgotten about the phone, because I certainly didn't. Get that thing fixed! My fingers hate you right now.
Draft saved at Wed 3/13 6:12 PM; To: Trent09, Subject: I'm sorry;
Dear Trent,
I know things have been incredibly complicated lately, with our break-up and all…But I would really want to talk about it. Sure, dealing with an important matter like this through an e-mail is very childish, but I don't have the courage to speak about it face-to-face, or even through the phone. I'm a coward, I know.
You were my love, my soul mate. I could have never imagined my life without you. But then, during Total Drama Action, we drifted apart. Maybe it was because of me, because I was afraid of commitment. Yes, I panicked when I saw your obsessionfor the number 9, because I thought that I had something to do with it. Although, when I look back, I realize that I was just making up excuses to not end up being tied to someone. And I'm sorry! I'm sorry I hurt you and I'm sorry that I destroyed our relationship.
And even though I don't think you'll accept…I want you back, Trent. I want everything to be like it was before the break-up, back when everything was wonderful and perfect.
I still love you.
Gwen.
Gwen browsed through her inbox, sighing. She wanted to see it again: her love story told through received and sent e-mails. She stopped at the last e-mail from her Drafts folder. She wanted to send it to Trent right after she was voted off from the second season. But she never did. The truth was that Gwen didn't manage to gather enough courage to click on the 'send' button.
She looked at her watch and turned off her computer. It wasn't late, but she had to get ready for tomorrow, for the dance. She looked at the dress that was carefully placed on a wooden clothing hanger. She had finally agreed to wear a dress to the event, much to Kay's delight.
Gwen gently ran her hand across the fabric and tried to smile. Maybe it would turn out to be okay.
Trent walked through the heavy rain, trying to find her. He stopped when he saw a graceful silhouette running happily under the gray sky. He rushed towards her, but she was still far ahead. She was wearing a white summer dress and she was barefoot.
When she finally stopped, Trent noticed an enormous tree in front of him. It was a willow tree, with its long slender branches hanging above the ground as if it was creating a shelter. She stepped under the tree's branches and he immediately followed.
"Gwen…" He whispered, as he placed his hand on the girl's shoulder. She turned around and smiled. Her dark eyes seemed to shine and a few wet teal streaks of hair were stuck to her forehead.
"You came." She murmured.
Trent gently stroked her cheek and brushed off the wet streaks, clearing her forehead.
"Of course I came. I missed you. Why did you leave?"
"Because I had to." She replied.
"No, you don't have to stay away from me. I love you, Gwen. I love you from the bottom of my heart. And I need to know if you feel the dame."
Gwen turned her head away from him and frowned, closing her eyes. "But we don't know if we belong together. You're never here."
"Yes, I am!" He said grabbing both her hands and pulling her close to him. "I love you!"
Gwen gazed deep into his eyes. "Wake up, Trent!" She whispered.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Wake up!"
"Trent, wake up!"
Trent opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. He was in his room, in his bed, with Kat sitting on the edge with a worried expression on her face.
"Oh, it's you." He said as he wiped the drops of sweat from his forehead.
"Sorry. I came over and your mom told me I'd find you in your room." Kat explained.
"What time is it?"
"Six in the afternoon." Kat replied. "Here, take this. Looks like you had an unpleasant sleep. You kept mumbling and didn't seem very happy." She said while handing him a tissue from her tiny bag.
"Thanks. I guess I fell asleep while writing." Trent said, pointing at the notebook and pencil next to his pillow.
"Nightmare?" The blonde asked, while taking a look at what her best friend wrote.
"Yeah." He replied.
"Hey, these lyrics are great!" Kat exclaimed. "Are we going to sing this tomorrow?"
"I don't think so, it's not finished yet."
"Too bad…This one's an instant hit, I'm sure!" she added.
"Probably." Trent murmured absently.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Kat said, as she turned around and picked up a big black shopping bag from behind her. "This is for you. I bought it this afternoon." She handed the bag to him with a large smile on her face. "You need something nice to wear tomorrow."
He looked into the bag and smiled. "You shouldn't have."
"On the contrary, it's our first gig, so we have to dress to impress. I even convinced Dean to take me shopping with him."
"How interesting. And what did you two do all alone?" Trent asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Shopped." Kat replied.
"Oh."
There was a moment of awkward silence.
"Would you like some hazelnut cookies?" He asked.
"Sure!" Kat replied enthusiastic.
I tried to write something different for this chapter, at least in the first part. How was it? Good? Bad?
Anyway, we're getting closer and closer to the last chapter, my friends! Excited? The wait won't be that long, I promise.
-PurpleFunkytown