Lost! In the Rain of Love - Chapter 11
An Othello spin off Set in seattle in a normal, everyday, highschool ... except it might be the future. A story of BJ and Kassedy (Jealousy and Drama are a definite!)
Chad could see the snow through the frosted glass of the hospital window, a small crowd had gathered around his bed bearing gifts for t'was Christmas time, It was normally Christmas time around this time of year and my, was it beautiful.
We all stood there wondering how this could have happened to someone like Chad, Tracey had commented earlier that she wished that something could have saved him; he was just such a generally nice guy. I wish, like, a monkey could have swung about and pushed Chad out of the way just as BJ had fired his gun.
I gazed down at Chad and could see the love in his eyes for not only this time of year but also me. I had made quite the effort today, as today was the day that I would reciprocate his evident feelings for me.
I was dressed in coral high waisted flares, with a huge fluffy coat which was, at the moment, draped quite elegantly over the chair in his hospital room. On my feet was the most FABULOUS pair of wedges I was sure he had ever seen! I had on a hat which I had decorated myself with holly and berries, to celebrate the season. How could he resist! Tracey had fallen asleep using my coat as a cover, we had been here all night and she was worn out from crying about Ian (drama queen much?) so it was time to make my move.
"Well Chaddy-pie I guess it's just you and me now... and forever!" Chad looked stunned, with joy I assume, so I carried on while he stared (lovingly, I'm sure) up at me. "I was blinded by my love for BJ but now it's clear that you were the one for me all along, I know you feel it too. After all, you're always speechless around me, captivated by my beauty." I tossed my hair and winked
Chad opened his mouth in shock and I took that as my cue to embrace him, he laid frozen in my arms (he probably thought this was a wonderful dream)
A gentle cough interrupted our intimate moment.
"Ahem, honey? I brought some water because I know your throat gets dry, the little chatterbox that you are"
It was that blonde girl from the play, why was she flirted with my new man!
I felt Chad start gently pushing me aside, I got up to allow him to give that girl a piece of his mind, and I stood there smiling smugly.
But to my horror Chad opened his arms and the small girl scuttled over to be enfolded in his arms. My mouth literally fell to the floor, This girl? THIS girl was HIS girlfriend?!?! SHE HAD NOTHING ON ME!!!! What could he possibly see in her awful long wavy blonde hair, huge expressive eyes that glimmered like emeralds (my most hated color), and her clothes! Don't even get me started!
She was wearing simple blue skinny jeans, a plain white sweater and gentle heels
She hardly turned heads with that slender figure and understated get-up! Didn't Chad want a gal with more oomph! Didn't Chad want ME?!?! HOW COULD HE LEAD ME ON LIKE THIS!!!!
I ran out the room, tears streaming down my beautifully made up face. BJ was the guy for me, I was sure of it. I don't know why I questioned our love for one second.
"who else has a guy that would shoot someone for her?" I pondered smugly aloud.
I arrived at the jail where BJ was being held, I had adjusted my outfit and makeup so that I looked good for my man.
I sauntered past holding cells looking for my BJ, I expected cat-calls from the guys but they must have been stunned to see someone like me, in a place like this.
I picked up speed as I rounded the corner. I knew I had made the right decision in staying with BJ rather than returning Chad's feelings. I had a huge smile plastered on my face.... But that quickly turned right upside down.
I was greeted with the sight of my BJ, the love of my life and the only guy for me, entwined on the bed with Ian; playing a very intense game of tonsil tennis.
"BJ!" I cried, "how could you do this to me, I would have expected this from Ian (we had just discovered he was gay). But you BJ?!?!"
BJ pulled himself away from Ian "look Kassedy, I did love you, but times have changed... people change. If you weren't so self-involved you would have noticed that! I got so jealous of you and Chad and Ian was always there for me" Ian winked at BJ at that remark.
"Me? Self-involved? ME? MOI? MEEEEEE" I cried "anyway you're not gay!"
"Kassedy, darling, you gotta face facts. BJ has found a new....person maybe you should too lovey!" Ian said calmly as he got up off the bed and moseyed over towards me. I spun on my heels not wanted them to see me cry and ran sophisticatedly towards the door; stumbling only once or twice (in a graceful manner, I assure you!). And I left .... For good!
****************TRACEY'S POV*******************
I walked to the vending machine, feeling ever so alone. No one could ever know the agony of finding out that one's boyfriend was gay. I felt so ... Forlorn. Just as I reached the hospital vending machine my phone began a-ringing.
"Wotcha, manager of 'eartbreak 'otel speakin'." I said woefully down my mobile.
"Honey, it's me ... Ian" Ian said
"Wot do ya want ian? ter 'umiliate me sum more?" I remarked
"I just wanted to say, that watching legally blonde with you, eating popcorn, and painting each other nails. Is still my most favorite thing to do in the world... and you are still my favorite person in the world.... What I'm trying to say is.... Do you need a gay best friend?" Ian squealed down the line, I could practically see him clapping his hands gleefully when I replied...
"I would golden dove that."
I hung up feeling a little chirpier but still with a heavy heart.
I selected my choice from the vending machine (my favorite bar of Richart chocolate: it's made from 70% Criollo cocoa from Venezuela--considered the best cocoa in the world. It has a mild-but-full flavor and is only paired with the finest ingredients, such as almonds, raspberries and exotic spices. The cocoa used in each chocolate is finely ground to ensure a smooth taste. And I loved it!)
But before I could take a bite I was interrupted by a gentle poke in my back. I spun around expecting to see an angry fat woman, trying to get to the vending machine, but I was instead greeted by a pair of tender mocha eyes
"W-w-w-wotcha Mr S." I stammered, captivated by his gaze
"Hey Tracey, how are you coping?" Mr S smiled
"It's been a tough nickel and dime." I replied despondently
"You deserved better than that Trace... you need someone who gets you... someone more mature I guess" Mr S slund his arm around my shoulder
"Arfur J Shanks Mr S, ya always kna wot ter say." I smiled up at him
"I get you Tracey... is what I'm trying to say... and I have always loved your accent!"
"Wa mr s, I guess I get ya too." I beamed "an' Wot accent?"
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We all stood there wondering how this could have happened to someone like Chad, Tracey had commented earlier that she wished that something could have saved him; he was just such a generally nice guy. I wish, like, a monkey could have swung about and pushed Chad out of the way just as BJ had fired his gun.
I gazed down at Chad and could see the love in his eyes for not only this time of year but also me. I had made quite the effort today, as today was the day that I would reciprocate his evident feelings for me.
I was dressed in coral high waisted flares, with a huge fluffy coat which was, at the moment, draped quite elegantly over the chair in his hospital room. On my feet was the most FABULOUS pair of wedges I was sure he had ever seen! I had on a hat which I had decorated myself with holly and berries, to celebrate the season. How could he resist! Tracey had fallen asleep using my coat as a cover, we had been here all night and she was worn out from crying about Ian (drama queen much?) so it was time to make my move.
"Well Chaddy-pie I guess it's just you and me now... and forever!" Chad looked stunned, with joy I assume, so I carried on while he stared (lovingly, I'm sure) up at me. "I was blinded by my love for BJ but now it's clear that you were the one for me all along, I know you feel it too. After all, you're always speechless around me, captivated by my beauty." I tossed my hair and winked
Chad opened his mouth in shock and I took that as my cue to embrace him, he laid frozen in my arms (he probably thought this was a wonderful dream)
A gentle cough interrupted our intimate moment.
"Ahem, honey? I brought some water because I know your throat gets dry, the little chatterbox that you are"
It was that blonde girl from the play, why was she flirted with my new man!
I felt Chad start gently pushing me aside, I got up to allow him to give that girl a piece of his mind, and I stood there smiling smugly.
But to my horror Chad opened his arms and the small girl scuttled over to be enfolded in his arms. My mouth literally fell to the floor, This girl? THIS girl was HIS girlfriend?!?! SHE HAD NOTHING ON ME!!!! What could he possibly see in her awful long wavy blonde hair, huge expressive eyes that glimmered like emeralds (my most hated color), and her clothes! Don't even get me started!
She was wearing simple blue skinny jeans, a plain white sweater and gentle heels
She hardly turned heads with that slender figure and understated get-up! Didn't Chad want a gal with more oomph! Didn't Chad want ME?!?! HOW COULD HE LEAD ME ON LIKE THIS!!!!
I ran out the room, tears streaming down my beautifully made up face. BJ was the guy for me, I was sure of it. I don't know why I questioned our love for one second.
"who else has a guy that would shoot someone for her?" I pondered smugly aloud.
I arrived at the jail where BJ was being held, I had adjusted my outfit and makeup so that I looked good for my man.
I sauntered past holding cells looking for my BJ, I expected cat-calls from the guys but they must have been stunned to see someone like me, in a place like this.
I picked up speed as I rounded the corner. I knew I had made the right decision in staying with BJ rather than returning Chad's feelings. I had a huge smile plastered on my face.... But that quickly turned right upside down.
I was greeted with the sight of my BJ, the love of my life and the only guy for me, entwined on the bed with Ian; playing a very intense game of tonsil tennis.
"BJ!" I cried, "how could you do this to me, I would have expected this from Ian (we had just discovered he was gay). But you BJ?!?!"
BJ pulled himself away from Ian "look Kassedy, I did love you, but times have changed... people change. If you weren't so self-involved you would have noticed that! I got so jealous of you and Chad and Ian was always there for me" Ian winked at BJ at that remark.
"Me? Self-involved? ME? MOI? MEEEEEE" I cried "anyway you're not gay!"
"Kassedy, darling, you gotta face facts. BJ has found a new....person maybe you should too lovey!" Ian said calmly as he got up off the bed and moseyed over towards me. I spun on my heels not wanted them to see me cry and ran sophisticatedly towards the door; stumbling only once or twice (in a graceful manner, I assure you!). And I left .... For good!
****************TRACEY'S POV*******************
I walked to the vending machine, feeling ever so alone. No one could ever know the agony of finding out that one's boyfriend was gay. I felt so ... Forlorn. Just as I reached the hospital vending machine my phone began a-ringing.
"Wotcha, manager of 'eartbreak 'otel speakin'." I said woefully down my mobile.
"Honey, it's me ... Ian" Ian said
"Wot do ya want ian? ter 'umiliate me sum more?" I remarked
"I just wanted to say, that watching legally blonde with you, eating popcorn, and painting each other nails. Is still my most favorite thing to do in the world... and you are still my favorite person in the world.... What I'm trying to say is.... Do you need a gay best friend?" Ian squealed down the line, I could practically see him clapping his hands gleefully when I replied...
"I would golden dove that."
I hung up feeling a little chirpier but still with a heavy heart.
I selected my choice from the vending machine (my favorite bar of Richart chocolate: it's made from 70% Criollo cocoa from Venezuela--considered the best cocoa in the world. It has a mild-but-full flavor and is only paired with the finest ingredients, such as almonds, raspberries and exotic spices. The cocoa used in each chocolate is finely ground to ensure a smooth taste. And I loved it!)
But before I could take a bite I was interrupted by a gentle poke in my back. I spun around expecting to see an angry fat woman, trying to get to the vending machine, but I was instead greeted by a pair of tender mocha eyes
"W-w-w-wotcha Mr S." I stammered, captivated by his gaze
"Hey Tracey, how are you coping?" Mr S smiled
"It's been a tough nickel and dime." I replied despondently
"You deserved better than that Trace... you need someone who gets you... someone more mature I guess" Mr S slund his arm around my shoulder
"Arfur J Shanks Mr S, ya always kna wot ter say." I smiled up at him
"I get you Tracey... is what I'm trying to say... and I have always loved your accent!"
"Wa mr s, I guess I get ya too." I beamed "an' Wot accent?"
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