Yeah, okay, so I finished early. And, I just couldn't wait to post this one, so here ya go, enjoy!
Believe me, its about time this story starts going somewhere. :)
Gravity
Chapter 5
I stared at the wall in my dressing room.
It had some of the ugliest wallpaper I could remember seeing in a long time. And, as someone who spent 75% of his life in different dressing rooms during a normal working year, I considered myself quite an expert on really ugly wallpaper.
Okay, okay. GOD. Leave me alone already.
Yeah I KNOW, alright? I know. I know I'm an idiot. Or something...
It's like I've got some bizarre combination of Portlyn, and Tawni (Which is WOW such a scary mix, just so you know) stuck inside my mind...Or sitting on my shoulder (would they be the angel or would they be the devil??).
And they're just sitting there and saying, "STOP DENYING IT!"
And I keep yelling back, "I'M NOT DENYING ANYTHING!"
And then they yell,"YES YOU ARE. YOU LIKE HE-"
And then I go find a big stick and beat them into silence and all the conflict in the world comes to a peaceful conclusion.
Well, okay, not really. But it seems like such a good idea, don't you think? Chyeah. If only I could resolve all my inner battles through violence. That would save me so much stress that could be used elsewhere.
But I really wasn't denying anything...Was I?
I mean, yeah, okay, I could endure a whole conversation with her without hurling verbal abuses (generally). I could sit in the same room with her. I could live through pleasant small talk.
BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN THAT I WAS IN LOVE WITH HER.
No.
If I was just amiable to anyone else like I am to her- no one would be saying "Ohmygodyouresoinlovewiththem". And you know what? I'm nice. (Really)
So if I really was in love with every person I was nice to- I would be married, engaged, and in love about 3000 times over.
And besides, the fact that I was constantly ill- Yeah, generally, not a sign of romance, ya know?
(My inner Portlyn put both hands on her hips and said "DUDE. You are ONLY sick when you feel bad about something. So obviously you feel bad about not admitting that you LOVE HER.")
But that was ridiculous.
I didn't love her before!
Why would I love her now?
Had NO ONE else considered this? That we had known each other for a little more then a year, and we spent it HATING EACH OTHER. (I assume) (I mean, I hated her. I had never really discussed her feelings on...Well. Me.), and now were in a very odd situation with each other.
It had only been a MONTH since we actually started 'hanging out'.
How could I love someone after that?
How?
I heard a loud pounding on the door. "Chad, you're being insane."
No, I AM insane...
Portlyn banged on the door again. "Chad, I have a key you know."
"Leave me alone!"
"For god's sake. What's wrong with you?"
"What do you mean what's wrong? There's nothing wrong! I just came to be alone!"
"Not just now- you're being all weird all the time!"
Was I? No, of course I wasn't...
"No I'm not. Get out. I don't feel good. I don't want to talk."
"Will you talk to someone else?"
"No."
"Will you talk to Sonny?"
Why would I choose to to talk to Sonny if I won't talk to you?
"Last time I checked, she still qualifies in the category of someone else."
I heard muffled conversation outside and then the door being pushed open. And Sonny being pushed in. And the door being locked. Again. I sat back on the couch, burying my head in my hands.
She sat down next to me, and sighed.
"Why are you here?"
"Because you're being an idiot."
"I'm not being an idiot."
"You are."
"Yeah..." I sat up. "Takes one to know one."
"Knows one to-"
"Take one? Yeah, real smooth." I looked at her. She was staring at the wall. "...It's really ugly isn't it?"
"Really ugly..." See? I told you.
Tawni banged on the door. "STOP TALKING ABOUT WALLPAPER."
"Stop listening to our conversations!"
She sighed. "Fine. But you better be in love by the time I get back."
Sonny rolled her eyes and looked from the door to me. "How many times do you here that in a lifetime?"
"You'd be surprised..."
She smiled.
"But, wait, so, what are you coming to talk to me about?"
"You mean what did Tawni drag me up here to talk to you about?"
"Yeah. Whatever. That."
"You're being an idiot..."
"Leave me alone. And, yeah, you already said that."
"No, but I really mean it. Idiot."
I threw whatever was closest on the floor at her. Turns out it was a pair of pants. I laughed. She made a face and threw it back.
"Okay, okay, it's not just that you're being an idiot. And, just for the record, could we please avoid throwing garments during conversations? Especially when they don't belong to either of us?"
I grinned, "Fine. I'll only throw sharp pointy objects, and big heavy bricks at you, okay? God, you're so picky..."
"Do I get to throw anything?"
"Only money."
"Heavy money?"
"Yeah, like you have any to throw..." This, just by the way, is what happens with two people who are firstly, very bad at serious conversations, and secondly, have no desire to be having the conversations in the first place. "Now just tell me whatever Tawni's making you tell me and get it over with."
"You're just being weird lately, Chad. We worry about you..."
"Who's we?" And why are you worrying about me??
"Portlyn, Tawni...Me. Even Grady's noticed for God's sake."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure Grady's just laying awake at night worrying about my mental health."
She rolled her eyes and gave me a 'Would you please ex-nay the witty comments for like three seconds?' look. "Emotional health."
"Huh?"
"We don't have to worry about your mental health. We already know you're crazy," I rolled my eyes. "You're acting funny."
"Not true."
"You're all anxious-nervous all the time. Just not being yourself."
Yeah, and why do you think that is? It's because of YOU.
YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU.
"And I...Wanna know why."
"Why what?"
"Why you're acting like this."
"Like it's any of your business!" I said indignantly.
"I think it is."
"Do you? Do you really?"
"Yeah, I think it is, because I think it has to do with...Uh...Us."
"And what exactly about us do you presume it has to do with?"
"Well, if I were anyone else, I would say that all of your anxiety is over the romantic situation between the two of us."
"I see. And is there any romance to be anxious over?"
She leaned over closer to me, "I don't," very close, "Know. You tell," so...Very...Close..."Me."
...And still closer until...
Our lips...
Touched.
And this is where the inner-Chad who, thus far, has remained completely normal and sane (as sane as I get, that is...) just kind of threw sanity to the wind and decided to ignore the fact that he, he Chad Dylan Cooper, was in the process of kissing Sonny Monroe.
KISSING. Sonny.
Yeah, but, hey, no need to be alarmed or anything.
Because, as it happens, we live in a fishbowl.
And by that I mean that about half a second into whatever the HELL was going on (Because, truth be told, I myself was a little lost...), the door burst open and Portlyn and Tawni fell in.
"HA!" She punched Portlyns arm. "I told you!"
Portlyn stood up, pulling Tawni with her, and grinned at us. "Well, it's about time."