I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.
The Next Morning-Carol's Point of View-
At 7 AM, I was woke up by loud banging on the door, I grumpily got out of bed and walked over to the door bumping into the walls along the way. I opened the door to a chirpy Beth.
"You're very chirpy for being up at 7 in the morning." I said.
"I had my coffee, were you still asleep?" Beth asked walking in and shut the door behind her.
"Yes." I said as I found a new outfit for the day going into the bathroom changing, I walked out putting my clothes up.
"What does that Lindsey have against you?" Beth asked.
"I have no idea, she's probably afraid of competition."
"But if she knows she's getting to you, she knows she's winning."
"I don't care, she can have Matt." I said as I zipped up my bag and loaded up.
"After Lindsey left, Matt was wondering why you left so early."
"He doesn't need to know."
"He's going to ask considering he's in the seat next to you on the flight." Beth said as she checked me out through the television.
"We'll talk about other things." I said, Beth and I went down to the lobby being met by Jeff and Matt.
"Let me take your bag." Matt offered.
"No thanks, I got it." I said.
"Are you sure? I got these muscles." Matt said flexing.
"I got muscles." I said flexing some.
"Yeah, non-existent ones." Jeff joked.
"Coming from Mr. Anorexic boy." I said as Beth giggled.
"Just let me carry one bag." Matt said.
"Fine, you can carry my purse." I said handing him my purse.
"That's a good color for you bro." Jeff said.
"Am I pretty?" Matt asked, he tried to walk girly and it was funny. We loaded up the car going to the airport.
"I'm going to get some BK, anyone else want something?" I asked.
"I'll get something with you." Matt said smiling.
"I'll take a coffee and the Cinnamon minis." Beth said.
"Coffee and I'll take her hash browns." Jeff said.
"I didn't say anything about sharing hash browns." Beth said.
"You can have mine, I hate potatoes." I said.
"I should dance now." Jeff said.
"Jeff, not here." Beth said as she handed me some cash before they headed to the terminal.
"Don't like potatoes?" Matt asked.
"Well, I like potato chips and the greasy McDonalds and BK fries, but none of the healthy fresh stuff."
"Aw."
"Weird I know." I said as we got in line at BK.
"No, you just know what you like."
"Like how you dislike mustard"
"You've read my Matt facts?" Matt asked shocked.
"Yep, and remember some of them from your Version 1.0 and M'fer days with Shannon."
"Those were the days."
"But don't you like the black cloud?" I asked curiously.
"Yes, I love playing the bad guy."
"Figures."
"What would you rather be?"
"I would rather just be me and let the fans decide to love or hate me, or love to hate me."
"But you're going to have to play face and heel." Matt said as we walked up to the counter, I ordered mine, Jeff and Beth's food, I stepped aside allowing Matt to order then we stepped aside waiting for our numbers to be called.
"I would rather be heel, that is when your true fans shine, true fans will cheer for you heel or face." I said folding the receipt.
"But some fans will only love you as a heel and some fans might only like you as face."
"So, a true fan will be or should be a fan when I'm both."
"Point taken, but you're going to have haters the same way."
"I don't care about the haters." I said as my number was called, I went up grapping the carrying cup holder and the bag of food.
"That's basically the attitude you need." Matt said as his number was called, he went up grabbing his food then we went and found Beth and Jeff at the terminal.
"Take your coffee please." I said as they pulled out their coffees, I sat down next to Jeff and Matt sat across from me.
"No one sit with me, I see how it is." Mat said offensively.
"If you don't mind, I'll sit next to you." Lindsey said smiling down at Matt who was smiling back.
"Go ahead." Matt said, they sat there chatting about god knows what.
"Your hash browns and cinnamon mini's Beth and your hash browns Jeff." I said pulling out the food handing them it. I started eating my French toast sticks without the syrup because I always end up spilling it on myself.
"I'm making a trash and bathroom run, anyone have trash?" Matt asked standing up.
"Nah." I said picking up one of the sticks, Lindsey watched Matt leave.
"Fatty McFatFat eating again, figured." Lindsey said, I saw Jeff tightened his grip on his hash browns squashing them and the other one tightened on the arm rest, Beth wrapped her arm around Jeff's arm.
"I would rather be curved and round rather than rectangular and flat like this French toast stick." I said holding up the last French toast stick I had.
"If I was a French toast stick, I'll say eat me, but you will probably have already eaten me before I had time to say it."
"If it was you, I would rather throw it in the trash where you belong."
"At least I'll be able to fit in the garbage can; you won't even fit in the dumpster." Lindsey said, I got up setting my stuff down grabbing the syrup container opening it as I walked over to her.
"What are you doing?" Beth asked, I dumped the syrup on top of Lindsey's head, she screamed, I squashed the container in my hand, I walked back to my chair grabbing my things. Beth and Jeff were in shock I did it but was laughing about it.
"You'll pay for that!" Lindsey threatened.
"Try to skinny whore." I said walking away bumping into Matt.
"Where are you going?" Matt asked stopping me.
"For a walk." I said rudely before I pushed my way past him, Beth followed me into a bathroom far away from that terminal.
"Okay, one that was hilarious." Beth said as I washed my hands.
"You told Jeff?" I asked a little angry.
"I had too."
"You didn't HAVE too, he doesn't need to know."
"He's a friend, and my husband, why don't you want him to know?"
"Because I don't need someone else to worry about." I said.
"Why do you need to worry?"
"I just do okay?" I said drying my hands and throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"We're not done, what's going on?" Beth asked stopping me.
"It's nothing okay?"
"We aren't leaving until you tell me." Beth said.
"Okay, my whole life I've been teased about my weight, for wearing glasses, there was always something. I never had any friends and when I did, they always felt as if they needed to protect me from the teasing like I'm just a little girl, I can fight my own battles, and I can live my own life. My ex-boyfriend Jerry was the same way, which is one of my pet peeves, some one says something about my weight, he won't pay them or beat them up trying to teach them a lesson, and I don't need Jeff or you interfering in this thing with Lindsey."
"You would rather us sit back and listen to people talk smack about you? Good luck on trying to convince Jeff in to that."
"It can't be that hard, we're not that close of friends." I said.
"I don't think so sweetie, once you looked down his pants, you became more than friends, you became his new project."
"Project? What kind of project? And damn, I knew I shouldn't have looked down his pants." I said in worried and comedic way.
"I don't know, he says you're his buddy and his project."
"Great." I said as we walked out, not only do I have Lindsey to worry about, I have Jeff.
"Our flight should be called any minute." Beth said.
"I wonder if Lindsey got that syrup out."
"Who cares about her anyway?"
"Matt." I said, we walked back getting in line already formed behind Matt and Jeff.
"You poured syrup on Lindsey?" Matt asked.
"Yes." I said.
"Why?" Matt asked.
"Better question is why not pour the syrup on Lindsey?" I asked.