Chapter 8
As Angela was putting the finishing
touches on her room, she found herself recalling yesterday's events
constantly. She blushed everytime. She couldn't believe what an
outburst she had. "I shouldn't have acted like that," she scolded
herself.
She was excited, but nervous. As
promised, she was going to call Brian today. Angela wasn't sure what she
was going to say. She was just going to wing it.
She stepped back and admired her room
from all angles. "I'm good," she thought. With her
Freddie Prinze, Jr. and Matt Damon posters, she was assured a safe night's
sleep. She started laughing at the thought of her posters guarding her.
"What's so funny?"
Angela turned around to see Krista
standing in her doorway. She smiled and said, " I was just laughing
at the fact that I think that Freddie and Matt will protect me in the
night."
Krista laughed. "You think
this is bad? Wait until you see my room."
The girls walked across the hall to
Krista's room. She had one, whole wall dedicated as a shrine to Carson
Daly. Angela nearly died laughing.
"That's too funny," she
said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"But I love waking up in the
morning to see this," Krista said proudly of her work.
"I've got Matt and Freddie, so
I'm happy. Not to change the subject or anything, but I really don't know
what I'm going to say to Brian later when I call him."
"By the way," Krista
said. "You don't need to go hunting for his number; he left it here
yesterday."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Hey! Didn't Brian
tell you where he lives?"
"Yeah," Angela said slowly.
"I think that you should go over
there in person and talk to him.
"I don't think so!"
"Why not? You didn't have
such a problem talking to him the first time you met him here," she
pointed out.
"I just can't face him after
yesterday."
"Well, I'm going to make you face
him. We're walking to his house right now. And I'm gonna stand in
the road until I see you go into his house."
"Oh no you're not!"
"Watch this!" Krista
grabbed Angela by the arm, dragged her out the door, and down the road.
The whole 2 blocks to Brian's house, Angela whimpered and complained about how
she really didn't want to do this. Krista kept telling her calm down and
that everything would be fine.
Before long, they arrived in front of
his house. "I feel sick, " Angela said.
"Oh, you'll be fine. Now go
up to the door."
"No," Angela refused.
"Fine. I can stand here all
day."
Angela sighed, realizing she wasn't
going to win this one. "I'm going." She walked very slowly up
the driveway and rang the doorbell. When she turned around to see what
Krista was doing, she had found that Krista was already walking home.
"What a friend," she muttered as she heard the door open.
"Why hello there!" Brian
said. "I wasn't expecting you."
"I was going to call you, but
Krista made me come over instead."
"Is something wrong?" he
asked, concerned.
"Oh no! I just came to talk
to you."
"Come on in!" Angela
could hear his Southern drawl in those words and it melted her heart. She
hadn't really lost hers yet, but his was pretty much gone.
"Thanks! I don't really want to take too much time here
though. I just have a few things I want to say."
"It's OK. I don't have
anywhere to be today," he replied.
She looked around the huge room that
was his living room. It was tastefully decorated with pale yellow walls
and light blue carpet. His house was huge! She could only imagine
what the rest of it looked like as they sat down on the couch. "So
how are you?" she asked.
"I'm alright and yourself?"
"Not too bad.
Brian.....umm....I...uh....Brian I miss you!!" she blurted out.
Angela could now feel the red creeping up her face.
"I have too," Brian said
softly, thinking of what his bandmates said to him yesterday.
"Brian, you have no idea how much
I wanted to hear that."
"The why did you ignore me
yesterday?" he wanted to know.
"I'm not really sure, but I'm
sorry," she said.
"It's OK. Now where do we
go from here?"
Angela felt a bit brave. "I
want you to hold me and comfort me like you used to."
Brian took her in his arms and just
held her for what felt like forever. To
him, it felt like nothing had changed between them. To her, it felt like
things could back to the way they used to be.
She pulled away and said, "Krista
must be wondering where I am. I better get going."
"Alright. Call me?"
"I will. We'll talk."
Angela found herself in Brian's arms
giving him a hug of reassurance. He returned it. They both lingered
a little longer than they had to, but they both knew they liked it.
Brian opened the door for her and gave
her hand a squeeze as she walked out. As she walked down the road, she
knew she had what she went there for; the piece of her heart that had been
missing for so long.
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