Fear not, chicos y chicas! This fic hasn't died C:
Though I'm not very proud of this chapter. Whatever. Next chapter will be much more interesting. Hopefully.
It's probably obvious that I don't own TDI. If it's not, you's dumb :3
Read, review and enjoy!
Selena dragged Trent into her black and pink themed room by his wrist, pushing him down onto her black blanketed bed as soon as she shut the door. She turned back to him, smirking. She was up to something and Trent knew it. "What?"
"Sooo…" Selena started, dragging the 'o' for a while. "Why'd you come over today?"
"What kind of a question is that?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Don't answer my question with another question," the blonde told him, crossing her arms behind her back, smirk still firm.
Rolling his eyes, he replied, "I came for moral support. Well, Geoff volunteered me, but I probably would have offered, anyway." He shrugged and continued, "I wanted to support her, that's all."
"Riiiiiight…."
"Would you stop dragging your vowels?" Trent asked, annoyance obvious in his voice. "What's with these questions?"
Selena grinned and started pacing in front of him. She wasn't usual this nosy, but she was on a mission. And when Selena Caliver starts a mission, she completes it. "That's the only reason you came?"
"Well…" Trent tried to think of another reason. He saw where she was going with this interrogation. "I wanted to see you, too. You know, to make sure you… um… Washed your hair. So it wouldn't look dirty for work tomorrow." He nodded nervously, trying not to show his nerves. "So, did you?"
Selena blinked and flatly replied, "Yes."
"Great." Trent gave her a thumbs up, nodding in approval. "Good work, Selena. That earns you a free coffee tomorrow morning."
Sitting down next to him, she looked him in the eyes and said, "Trent, you always get me a coffee before work. Just tell me the truth." She crossed her arms and glared at him. "You pick up a thing or two when your big brother's a champ liar. I can tell you're not being honest."
He sighed in defeat. Selena was one tough cookie to crack. Too tough for him. "Tell what you think I'm lying about. I'll tell you if you were right or not."
She cleared her throat dramatically. "Okay. So, you run into this old friend who you haven't seen or talked to in eight years, take her and her daughter into her home after an hour of catching up, and even come with her to her job interview and you're trying to tell me that nothing's going on between you two?"
Trent looked at her, wide eyed. How had she known all of that?! He hadn't told her about any of that!
Before he could ask, Selena told him, "Geoff told me."
He nodded, but mumbled, "… Is it really that obvious?" She grinned triumphantly and gave a small nod. He rested his chin in his hand, propping his elbow on his knee. "I know this is going to sound really corny, but…" He grinned, looking down at the black and pink fuzzy rug underneath his feet. "I… I think I'm in love with her."
Selena's icy blue eyes widened and she grabbed a People magazine off of her nightstand, rolled it up, and smacked him on the head with it. He let out a small yelp of pain, and she smacked him several more times before tossing the magazine onto the floor and loudly whispering, "Are you insane?! It hasn't even been 24 hours yet and you're declaring your freaking love for her?!"
"What's so wrong with that?" Trent asked, rubbing the spot where he repeatedly smacked him.
"Why did you and Gwen break up just recently?" Selena asked, hands on her hips.
The musician thought it over for a second, his head springing up as soon as he realized the answer she was looking for. "She said things were going too fast."
"Right." She patted him on the head. "Good boy. Now that you've realized that, what are you not going to do?"
"… Tell Lindsay I love her too fast?"
"Right-o. Except, let's talk about this love stuff you keep going on about. I don't think you really know what love is."
His head sprung up again, angrily looking in her direction. "What? Of course I do!"
She shook her head and mouthed the word 'no' "During TDI, you said you loved Gwen after a few weeks of knowing her. She liked the idea at first, but broke up with you shortly afterward. Seven years later, she wanted you back and you went on with that love at first sight crap until you drove her away again. And Trent, let me tell you something…" She grabbed his shoulders and turned him so that he was facing her again and looked him right in the eyes. "Love at first sight does not exist. Get to know the girl first before you start writing some gooey love song after five minutes."
Trent didn't want to admit it, but Selena was right. He had screwed things up with Gwen by telling her he was in love too early. He didn't want to drive Lindsay away, too. Unable to form any words, due to the intense dryness in his mouth from the thought, he just nodded.
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"Well, Lindsay," Marilee started, folding her hands in her lap professionally. "Despite forgetting your résumé, I've got to say that I'm impressed." She grinned. "You've got the job!"
Lindsay gasped, barely able to believe the words coming out of mouth. Realizing that it wasn't just her imagination, she squealed happily, pulling her new boss into a big hug. "Oh, thank you so much, Ms. Anderson! I promise I won't let you down!"
Pulling away so she could look at her while talking, she responded, "I know you won't. And please don't call me 'Ms. Anderson.' It makes me sound like some old fart. Marilee's just fine."
"Okay," Lindsay chirped happily, nodding her head. Just then, Trent and Selena walked out. Lindsay sprung up and cheered, "Troy! I got the job!" She stood up and rushed over to him, tightly hugging him.
Selena, who had walked behind Lindsay, clicked her tongue, gave Trent an all-knowing wink and strolled into the kitchen to grab a drink.
"Um… that's great, Lindsay! But my name isn't Troy. It's Trent."
"Oh, right. Sorry."
Marilee stood up and walked over to the two. "Well, I hate to rush you guys, but I really need you to leave." She looked at her roommate, who had come back with a glass of lemonade. "You, too."
Selena angrily put her free hand on her hip. "What? Why?"
Marilee's eyebrows scrunched and she pulled Selena to the side. "You know Van's coming over in a few minutes," she whispered.
"Oh," Selena nodded and mumbled in a hushed tone. "You mean your booty call?" She made sure to emphasize the last two words loud enough so that Trent and Lindsay could hear, and it definitely caught their attention.
"SHUT UP!" she growled, glaring daggers at her. "He's just coming over for lunch! Besides, he's just my boyfriend. I can do whatever I want with him… But we're not doing it!"
"Yeah," Selena mumbled, rolling her eyes. Placing the glass on the coffee table, she stated, "That explains why he's almost always here in the morning for breakfast… In his boxers."
"He sweats in his sleep!"
"Maybe he should sweat and sleep in his own apartment!"
"Why does it matter? I told you were aren't doing anything!"
"Then explain those noises I hear coming from your bedroom at night when you think I'm sleeping!"
Marilee had no comment for that one.
Selena smirked. "Next time, get a boyfriend that isn't a screamer…"
Her roommate fumed. "You're just jealous because you couldn't get laid at a Asian businessmen convention!"
Selena gasped. "Why would I be jealous of you banging every guy you meet?!"
It was Marilee's turn to gasp. She spat an insult back, and their guests watched in both fear and confusion as they continued to spit hurtful things at each other. They were starting to get really loud. And angry. Before a catfight could break out, Trent said, "Yeah… We're just gonna leave now…" He gently pushed Lindsay toward the door, who was still in shock by her new boss and her roommate.
Marilee and Selena turned around, smiled and waved at them, as if they weren't just fighting several seconds ago. "Okay, bye, guys!" Selena happily said.
"I'll see you at work tomorrow, Lindsay," Marilee calmly said. She then turned back toward Selena and spat, "Well, your butt's so big, it has it's own zip code!"
Selena, having all that she could take, lunged forward, but Trent slammed the door behind him and the blonde bombshell before they could see the bloodshed.
Lindsay leaned against the wall, trying to contemplate what just happened. "Wow… That was really… Yeah."
"Don't worry," Trent reassured. "They don't get like that often."
"Um… Right." They started walking down the hall toward the stairs. There was an awkward silence, neither sure of what to say after that quarrel. But Lindsay finally thought of a question to start a new conversation. "How did Marilyn get the money to start her own fashion design company, anyway? She isn't even twenty two yet…"
"She won the seventh season of Total Drama." He grinned, reminiscing on the episodes of it that he had watched, since he hadn't qualified to be in it. "Total Drama Runway… She was a shoe in to win."
"Oh." Suddenly, Lindsay stopped and gasped. "Oh, no! Did she say tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Trent stopped too and looked at her. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"Paula won't be in town tomorrow! They're holding auditions for a lead movie role in the next city over and she's going to be there all day." She held her head in her hands, stressed out. "Where's Sabrina supposed to go?" She looked back up at Trent, worry in her big, blue eyes. "It's not like I can take her to work with me and I obviously can't leave her at home…" Trent nodded, and under her breath, she mumbled, "I'm never making that mistake again."
"Hmm?" Trent questioned, thinking she had said something directly to him.
She waved a nonchalant hand and guiltily laughed. "Oh, n-nothing!"
Trent stood for a second, trying to think of a plan. He didn't want Lindsay to have to miss her first day of work. It obviously meant a lot to her. After a few seconds, he thought of a decent idea. Actually, a pretty good one. "I can take her to work with me!"
Lindsay's face perked up. "Really? You would do that for me? You won't get in trouble?"
Trent grinned and shrugged. "I'm my own boss. What am I gonna do? Fire myself?"
She smiled at him. "Aww, you're so sweet. I'm lucky to have you as a friend."
Admittedly, the word 'friend' stung, but he still kept his smile firm.
"I never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait for work tomorrow!" She let out a little squeal and continued, "It'll be nice to work someplace where your tip doesn't give you paper cuts in places where you shouldn't get paper cuts…"
There was another awkward silence after that awkward statement, but Trent broke it by saying, "Wait, you didn't bring your résumé, right?" She shook her head. "So she doesn't know about your… other jobs?" Once again, she shook her head. "And she hired you just like that? Without even seeing a résumé?"
"Mmhmm." She happily nodded. "Truth is, I just didn't want her to see my past jobs and judge me for it, so I made up some lame excuse… She actually bought it when I though 'résumé' meant snacks…" She let out a little laugh.
Trent laughed with her. "Stealthy!"
"I know, right?"
The two continued to walk away, still laughing.
Well, I hope you guys liked it. Don't blame you if you don't. XP
Next chapter: Sabrina goes to work at the guitar shopwith Trent. Oh, what fun that will be! :D