The Last Story - Chapter 9
Well, Marissa's response obviously! And then some realization on both her and David's points of view. Fairly short, as usual, but I think it's ok! Don't forget to comment!
Marissa's POV
Shocked. That's the only word that I could think of. Not hurt, not betrayed, not upset, no, I was simply shocked. My cover had been blown, and it was his idiot boss's fault. He had seemed shocked as well, so maybe he hadn't known that the two sides of me were just one person. This wasn't only going to fall on Teri. I had to take some blame, and so did David. At least I could finally see what my dream had meant. As a result of my mother, I forgot the word no. Now, it was time to forgive myself.
"No." It was the only word I muttered as I spun around and evacuated the building. This, of course, had nothing to do with the situation, but it felt good to say all the same. Had I forgiven David? Yes, but he wasn't the only one. By saying no to him, I was saying no to the world. I was done, ready to move on with my life. Until I got my book done with, I would remain Marissa Carming, but after that, I was ready to settle down. I could go to college or something.
Jordan, my publisher, called me right then, screaming her head off over something. "Jordan, Jordan, I can't hear you! Calm down!"
"Oh, sorry sweetie! You will never guess what just happened! I sent your book to my boss! He was astounded, considering how quickly you wrote it, plus it's your last story. He says it will be a huge success, and he wants the whole event beginning now; the signings, blogs, meetings, dinners, and even-get this-a movie!"
"Sure, I'll give you the rights, but I don't want anything to do with it. I want to actually begin my life. I'm sick of being run by the media! So, go ahead, but I'm going to go my own way."
"No, Marissa! You don't understand! He wants you to play Rebecca! Plus, he needs the author's opinion on the cast and wants you to be there while they film to make sure it's what you had in mind!" Jordan pressed.
"No, Jordan! You don't understand! I didn't have this in mind! I don't want to play Rebecca, and I don't care who is cast! I never even wanted a movie! I never even wanted seventeen books! But here I am today, with all that accomplished. Now that I've pleased everyone else, I am happy to say that I am done with this, and I'm going to go live my life. Goodbye!" I would still have to do all the necessities, but my life wasn't for me anymore. Now, it's my time to shine. And I promise you, I will.
David's POV
No? Had I really just heard that come out of her mouth? What was that supposed to mean? It wasn't an upset no, like she couldn't believe it, but almost a defiant one. Had I been forgiven, or was I going to have to live across from an enemy for the rest of my life? Leave it to Marissa to keep me confused. No, leave it to Missy. I highly doubt that she wanted to be Marissa any longer.
My heart was breaking, but I didn't know why. Teri was still standing there with her flirtatious eyes, trying to seduce me or something. But, I didn't want Teri, I wanted Missy. I wanted my friend. In all honesty, my trying to trick her had caused some of the best moments of my life. We had discussed things that I wouldn't have dreamed talking about with anyone else.
I'm fairly sure that no one knew that Marissa wanted to open a bakery, or that I had always wanted to be a journalist. I had never really wanted to be a lawyer, and would have never realized it without the help of my best friend. Without the help of the love of my life. And somehow, in that moment, I realized that I did think of her that way. Missy, not Marissa, was who I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, and I blew it. In one swift moment, I ruined my chances.
Running out of the building, I tried to catch sight of her. Really, it shouldn't matter, but I wanted to stop her before she even got home. Teri screamed at me as I left, telling me that if I were to step through the door that I would be fired. I was appalled by my answer later on, but I simply responded, "Wow, for a writer, I'm surprised you couldn't come up with a better cliché." I didn't care about my job, all I cared about was stopping the girl of my dreams from leaving me.
Shocked. That's the only word that I could think of. Not hurt, not betrayed, not upset, no, I was simply shocked. My cover had been blown, and it was his idiot boss's fault. He had seemed shocked as well, so maybe he hadn't known that the two sides of me were just one person. This wasn't only going to fall on Teri. I had to take some blame, and so did David. At least I could finally see what my dream had meant. As a result of my mother, I forgot the word no. Now, it was time to forgive myself.
"No." It was the only word I muttered as I spun around and evacuated the building. This, of course, had nothing to do with the situation, but it felt good to say all the same. Had I forgiven David? Yes, but he wasn't the only one. By saying no to him, I was saying no to the world. I was done, ready to move on with my life. Until I got my book done with, I would remain Marissa Carming, but after that, I was ready to settle down. I could go to college or something.
Jordan, my publisher, called me right then, screaming her head off over something. "Jordan, Jordan, I can't hear you! Calm down!"
"Oh, sorry sweetie! You will never guess what just happened! I sent your book to my boss! He was astounded, considering how quickly you wrote it, plus it's your last story. He says it will be a huge success, and he wants the whole event beginning now; the signings, blogs, meetings, dinners, and even-get this-a movie!"
"Sure, I'll give you the rights, but I don't want anything to do with it. I want to actually begin my life. I'm sick of being run by the media! So, go ahead, but I'm going to go my own way."
"No, Marissa! You don't understand! He wants you to play Rebecca! Plus, he needs the author's opinion on the cast and wants you to be there while they film to make sure it's what you had in mind!" Jordan pressed.
"No, Jordan! You don't understand! I didn't have this in mind! I don't want to play Rebecca, and I don't care who is cast! I never even wanted a movie! I never even wanted seventeen books! But here I am today, with all that accomplished. Now that I've pleased everyone else, I am happy to say that I am done with this, and I'm going to go live my life. Goodbye!" I would still have to do all the necessities, but my life wasn't for me anymore. Now, it's my time to shine. And I promise you, I will.
David's POV
No? Had I really just heard that come out of her mouth? What was that supposed to mean? It wasn't an upset no, like she couldn't believe it, but almost a defiant one. Had I been forgiven, or was I going to have to live across from an enemy for the rest of my life? Leave it to Marissa to keep me confused. No, leave it to Missy. I highly doubt that she wanted to be Marissa any longer.
My heart was breaking, but I didn't know why. Teri was still standing there with her flirtatious eyes, trying to seduce me or something. But, I didn't want Teri, I wanted Missy. I wanted my friend. In all honesty, my trying to trick her had caused some of the best moments of my life. We had discussed things that I wouldn't have dreamed talking about with anyone else.
I'm fairly sure that no one knew that Marissa wanted to open a bakery, or that I had always wanted to be a journalist. I had never really wanted to be a lawyer, and would have never realized it without the help of my best friend. Without the help of the love of my life. And somehow, in that moment, I realized that I did think of her that way. Missy, not Marissa, was who I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, and I blew it. In one swift moment, I ruined my chances.
Running out of the building, I tried to catch sight of her. Really, it shouldn't matter, but I wanted to stop her before she even got home. Teri screamed at me as I left, telling me that if I were to step through the door that I would be fired. I was appalled by my answer later on, but I simply responded, "Wow, for a writer, I'm surprised you couldn't come up with a better cliché." I didn't care about my job, all I cared about was stopping the girl of my dreams from leaving me.
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