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School starts up again tomorrow...ugh...hopefully I can finish the story within the next couple weeks.
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Chapter 13 - Mistakes: Part II
Finn's eyes slowly and reluctantly opened, bothered by the harsh sunlight shining through the windshield. He made a mental note to buy sunglasses.
As soon as he processed where he was, he gasped and jumped up. All he saw was that dirt Santana has been complaining about; dirt and shrubs for miles and miles in any direction.
Oh God…ohhhh my God. Crap, crap, crap! Finn said as he frantically assessed the situation. He looked at the gas tank: empty. He jumped out of the car in a panic, running around searching for the road. All he could see was the tracks the car made further back than the eye could see, although slightly faded from the pervasive desert winds.
How did I… Finn's thoughts were interrupted by a shrill scream from the van.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?"
Crap…Rachel's awake.
Said drama queen stormed out the car, approaching Finn like a vicious carnivore about to tear apart it's meal. Finn considered bolting right then and there. He'd rather die in the desert than face Rachel's wrath. Oh yeah, then there was Santana. Words can't explain the evil of which Santana is capable. Two angry chicks weren't worth it, Finn decided. But he didn't decide fast enough; Rachel was already in his face.
"Care to explain what happened?" she said so sweetly, it scared Finn, like that Chuckie movie.
"I…fell asleep. And…I think I kept driving for miles…and miles…and miles…"
Rachel proceeded to scream at Finn like it was the apocalypse, but her tirade was only interrupted by an equally shrill "HOLY SHIT!" coming from the van, signifying Santana's awakening. She joined Rachel in loudly and maliciously insulting and lecturing the football player. Finn wanted to crawl in a dark hole and die.
Soon, everyone else was awake. Brittany immediately started wandering around. Mike and Matt tried to figure out what happened and debated what they should do.
Matt suddenly felt his phone vibrate, signaling a new message. He looked at it. It wasn't just one new message; he had 44 missed calls and 72 texts from Mercedes, Quinn, and the other Gleeks. He quickly called Mercedes back.
"Answer your phone, God dang it!" Mercedes pleaded, sending yet another text. They had stopped the car on the side of the highway once they realized they weren't being followed, but they didn't know how long they had been missing because Quinn wasn't paying attention.
"I'm starting to get really worried…" Quinn admitted to her friend.
"Me too…"
"They're probably dead." Puck said from the backseat.
"Puck, shut it!" Kurt yelled.
"Just saying…"
They were interrupted by a sudden phone call from Matt.
"Finally!" Mercedes said as she answered the phone. "Where the hell are you?..."
Mercedes continued the conversation for information about the situation. Once totally informed, they started wondering how to fix it.
They came to decide that Mercedes would turn around and everyone would find the tracks in the road where they drove off, follow the tracks to the car, and give them the extra gas canisters they had purchased after the incident back in the forest. They realized that it may take a few hours to get back to where they got lost, so she told Matt and the rest of them to hang in there.
Santana and Rachel were still screaming at Finn, Brittany was still wandering around, and Mike and Matt were starting to get bored. Matt walked over to Finn to save him from the wrath of the girls.
"Okay, guys. That's enough, I think Finn gets what he did wrong," he assured.
Santana and Rachel both crossed their arms and pouted. They had never looked more alike.
"Ok, well…" Mike started. "I want to go see if there's any…civilization. If they find us, it'll take a while."
"Yeah, I'll go, too," Matt insisted.
"Why?" Santana sneered. "Why is it that you two do EVERYTHING together?"
"Is that a bad thing?" Mike asked.
"No, but it seems kind of…gay."
"Maybe we are." Mike said, drawing a shocked gasp from Matt.
"Really?" Santana wondered.
Mike didn't know what possessed him to do what happened next. Maybe it was Santana's bitchiness, maybe it was him getting sick of keeping it a secret, but somehow he forgot everything Matt said about patience, every promise the two ever made, turned to Santana, and said "Yeah, Matt and I are dating. Right, Matt?"
Matt was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. He wasn't ready, but here Mike was trying to yank him out of the closet. He was angry and confused, so he did what he thought would protect him in the long run.
Matt looked Mike straight in the eyes and said simply, "I have no idea what you're talking about. What's your problem?"
Mike's heart shattered. "Oh…ok then…I get it…" He turned around and started to walk away, deeper into the desert.
"Mike!" Mike heard Matt called. He ignored him as he increased his speed to a full out run.
He didn't know what just happened, or what he should have done, but Mike knew that all he wanted to do was get away from there and forget about everything. Life alone would be a lot easier, anyway.
Matt watched, clueless, as Mike fled from him. Ignoring the confused and surprised looks from Santana, Rachel, and Finn, Matt ultimately decided to follow Mike.
A considerable distance away from the rest of the Gleeks, Matt finally caught up with Mike.
"Mike!" Matt said. Mike stopped, but didn't face Matt.
"What?"
"Turn around and talk to me!"
"Why should I?"
"What the hell happened back there?"
Mike finally turned around. "You lied."
"You tried to pull me out of the closet!"
"You made me look stupid!"
"Oh, come on, Mike! Out of everything that just happened, you're worried about what they think of you? Who cares what they think?"
"Obviously you don't believe that!" Mike's voice grew to a yell. "If you did, you wouldn't have denied it! If you did, this wouldn't be a secret anymore!"
"I'm sorry! How many times do I have to tell you I'm not ready?"
"And you're not ready because you're afraid of what they think about you! Yet you're yelling at me for worrying what they think about me! Do you see the circle?"
"Okay, so maybe I shouldn't care what they think. But honestly, you telling them all that without first talking to me about it was really stupid!"
"So now I'm stupid?"
"Yes!" Matt was beyond furious now, motioning with his hands and yelling angrily. "Why the hell should I even try anymore? You're not worth it if you do something that idiotic!"
"I…I just wanted you to be happy…"
"Bullshit! You just want to be happy! And I'm sick and tired of it!"
"Matt…"
"We're over!"
Before Mike could protest, Matt turned around back toward the car and stormed away.
Mike, in an emotional distress, ran a hand through his hair and fell to the ground. He was suddenly alone, and it was eerily quiet. The only exception was the ever-increasing wind and the shifting of the thin desert dirt.
Mike silently cursed himself. What the hell did I just do?
Ohhhhkay then. Not much of an explanation necessary.
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