A/N wrote this chapter with DarkRapture, sorry it took so long to get out he made me rethink the whole rest of the story... he's my inspiration!! anywho read on !
(Rae POV)
After everything that has happened with me and Gar this week, I think maybe I should just 'chill' tonight. I always embarrass myself in front of him. Tonight has to be the one night I don't mess up. Now that I think about it, he messes up and ends up embarrassing me. But, maybe this will be a perfect night. It's just Wicked Scary 4 at his house, he can't mess anything up, right?
I look at myself in the mirror. A dark line of eyeliner, a black cami, and some light wash jean short shorts. I spin my keys around my finger and head outside to my car.
I pull up to a blue house and climb out of my car. I see Gar peak out of the window quickly. I stride over to the door and ring the doorbell. After five minutes no answer. I knock on the door. No answer. I pull out my cell phone and dial the house number.
"Hello?" I hear Gar answer.
"What are you doing? Open the door."
"Uhm, hehe, I'm not home yet..."
"This is your house phone," I retort starting to get annoyed.
"Uhhh, we are not the droids you are looking for..."
"Gar, what chou doin, kidd?!" Vic shouts in the background, "Open the damn door for your girlfriend!"
(Gar pov)
I look out the window to see Rachel approaching and she looks gorgeous.
"Vic, I can't do this..." I complain starting to feel uneasy.
"What do you mean you can't do this, do what?"
"More like do who," Richard corrected from the living room.
"Rachel, I always screw things up. After yesterday, I just don't know what to say to her." Then the doorbell rang. "Damn that's her..."
"No, it's God," Vic said sarcastically, "Just don't do anything stupid, and don't shove your hand down her shirt this time."
She knocks on the door.
"I can't do this, maybe we can pretend we're not home?"
"Answer the door," He replied looking for popcorn. Then the phone began ringing. It's probably Kori.
(RAE POV)
He finally opens the door and looks me up and down, all of the color draining from his face. when he decides not to say anything I push past him and run into Vic in an accidental embrace.
"Well, then. No wonder why you're friends with Gar, you were trying to get to me," he jokes throwing his arms around me, "Oh, Rachel," he says mock passion.
"Oh, Victor," I copy his tone of voice.
"Oh joyous, our friends have fallen in love," Kori says beaming. I laugh and pull away from Vic. I turn to see Gar still holding the door open in the same position he was in before.
"We're over here."
He takes a deep breath and closes the door and walks past me to get the popcorn.
"Come on, ya'll let's watch this movie," Vic exclaims as Richard shoves the disk into DVD player.
I take a seat next to Gar and smile at him. He just stares at the blank TV and doesn't acknowledge my presence.
The girl on the TV runs quickly through the never-ending ever-winding trees. Then she stops and pants noticing she isn't being followed anymore. Just as she's about to lean against a tall tree a drop of red liquid drips onto her face. She reaches up to see where the mysterious blood came from and notices a man hanging down from the tree, dead. Then a load roar echoes through the forest.
I reach up for my hood realizing I didn't bring a sweatshirt I cover my ears with my hands and lean into Gar's arm to cover my eyes. I feel him tense and pull away from me. I look up to see him with a blank expression and once again ignoring my presence.
"Something wrong?" I whisper. He glances my way quickly but then shakes his head and turns to watch the movie not seeming to recognize what's going on or take the movie into consideration. He mostly looks straight through it. I turn to see Kori nuzzled into Richard's shirt. Vic grabs my arm and begins to catch a tight grip when the wolf-guy runs out from behind a bush. I stroke his head trying to get him to loosen his grip.
When the movie ends Vic starts to tear up.
"Vic, are you, okay?" I ask.
He takes one finger to wipe away his tears, "It was... soo.. beautiful! Grossness, shock, horror!!" He bursts into sobs, "That was amazing!"
I look over to see Gar with the same expression as before. "Did you like it, Gar?"
"Did you like it?" he asks me.
"It was okay..."
"Yea, it was okay," he replies not looking at me. I share a look with Richard. He just shrugs.
"Riiight... anyways, you guys wanna-" Vic starts but Gar interrupts.
"That was fun, thanks, but I have to go now, bye," Gar says flying to his room.
Everyone stares at me, "Do I do something?" I ask slightly hurt.
They look at me questioningly. I get up and head to his room. I knock once. No answer.
"Gar, please let me in."
"Rachel, don't ruin it, tonight was perfect. I didn't mess up, let's keep it this way."
"Gar, if that's what this is about... open up. There's no way you can mess this up, I just wanna talk to you."
(GAR POV)
"Gar, if that's what this is about... open up. There's no way you can mess this up, I just wanna talk to you."
Why does she have to make everything hard? Really? She got her perfect night, I want to keep it that way.
I get up and open the door. "Ow! Shit!" She shouts. Then I remembered the day I had to fix the door, and did it wrong resulting in the fact it opens out. Of course it managed to hit her in the face.
"Rae, I'm sorry!" I say coming out of the room, only to see her with her head tilting back and her nose bleeding. She turns and walks into the bathroom quickly grabbing some tissue.
"If you have some tampons in your purse, I hear those absorb... blood. You know... from your nose..." I scratch my neck. "Hehe..."
(RAE POV)
I just push past him and continue my route out the door trying to leave.
"See this is what I meant!" he shouts after me. I turn around to look him in the eye.
"What?"
"Everything was perfect, you weren't damaged in any way! Then, you decided that wasn't good enough! So you come to my room and mess everything up! It's not my fault we have a bad time! It's you! You always leave! You can't just laugh it off? You leave! I'm not good enough, ever!"
I gape at him. He nails me in the nose with a fricken door and decides it's my fault?!
"Good bye, Garfield," I pace quickly out the door.
I lie in my bed staring at the ceiling.
Maybe Gar was right. It was my fault for bothering him last night. If I would've played along at the beach I wouldn't have fallen into the water. If I would've joined him at the park I wouldn't have tripped. And even then I shouldn't have left. Though, he could have listened to me when I said I didn't want to play. No, no. It's as much my fault as it is his. I'll fix this all tomorrow.
I grab my cell phone off of the table. I text him.
Meet me at the park at the usual spot around... 1:00pm-ish.
I wait at the park in cutoffs and a comfy sweatshirt, not fully sure weather or not he is coming. I only left because I was embarrassed. Who wouldn't be? I especially don't want him seeing me when I'm embarrassed. I could have went about it a different way. All I have to do is not walk away. Easy, right?
Then I see him walking toward me, not wearing his usual goofy grin. Actually it seems more like he's copying my expression...
(GAR POV)
I'm still angry over yesterday. Nothing is ever good enough for her. Vic and Richard said that I must apologize, but it's just as much her fault as it is mine, and today I'm gonna give her a taste of her own medicine.
Instead of smiling and running toward her, I walk slowly and keep a straight face. I wait for her to start running to me, and it doesn't take that long. She looks at me and smiles.
(RAE POV)
"Gar, hey! I was wondering if you wanted to-"
"No," he cuts me off.
Feeling a bit discouraged, I try again, "But, Maybe I thought you'd want to go to the amusement park?"
"We don't do 'fun' together, remember?" with no emotion in his voice, still not looking at me, and walks away.
I watch as he walks and I get that lump in my throat, "Gar!" I call out only to hear my voice crack and realize he didn't even hear me. I take some slow, easy breaths trying to keep from crying, still unsure of what just happened.
"If this is your idea of 'perfect' I want no part!" I shout to him. He stops but doesn't turn around.
"What?"
"I'm 'unharmed', right? What more should I ask for?" my voice starts to die out.
"You asked for enough, don't be pissed now that you got what you wanted. Be careful what you wish for, Rachel." The lump in my throat builds with every step he takes. What a real slap in the face was when he didn't call me Rae. But, I guess that's just another thing I wished for.