College Girl

Chapter Four

Melville's Best Friend

It had been 6 weeks. Six weeks sure goes by quickly, I must say. I got my cast off a while (yay!) and, here's a surprise, reader: Brett and I were now officially dating. We'd been dating about, oh, a week and a half after the guys left. What can I say? I like him. I also became more involved socially. I had friends. These people were nice. They were really nice. I think 'Twanda was my best friend. We did practically everything together, when Brett wasn't with me, that is.

So, I got involved in drama. Oh, ah. I was just minding my own business one day, when 'Twanda came up to me and told me to audition for some musical. I had to question her.

"I don't act, and even if I did, I don't sing. Why are you bothering me about this?"

"Don't lie to me, white girl. I know you sing. I heard you in the shower after practice, so don't lie. You gon try out for this play."

Now, reader, I guess I could've argued with her more, but she's about as stubborn as 24 Heero's.

I auditioned for the play, and ended up getting the lead. It gave me something to do, at least. Everybody had to come see me in the play. That's what 'Twanda and Brett said. My little messengers, spreading the word. I hated that. Anyway, so, after the play was over, I got to hangin' with 'Twanda more and more. She and I are almost as close as Quatre and I were. I missed Quatre. Every time I thought about him, I thought I'd cry. He was so.not himself that night. I kept thinking something huge must've happened, because he acted so out of character.

So, I had new friends, a new boyfriend, a new ankle.I was content. There is, reader, a big difference between content and happy. I was definitely content. Between you and me, reader, I think Quatre knew something that I didn't, and he wanted to keep it hidden from me. I have no way to prove that, though, so, I'll go on with the story.

I had been invited to a party. It was 'Twanda's idea. She wanted us to have a huge party to celebrate.whatever. She said this party was to show me what life was all about. I was going to take her up on that. I needed to get out of the shell. I needed something huge to set me free. I was on the road looking for the house. She had given directions to her aunt' s farm, and in the middle of spring, it was the place to be. I loved farms, all those animals.Anyway; I was having a hard time finding the stupid place. I guess I should've gone with Brett, but he was really sickly, and was shut up in his dorm. He had tonsillitis. He got a fever from it. I checked up on him, and told him what he had. He had no idea. The doctors pumped him full of antibiotics. He was sleepy, and I left him at home.

The road was too windy. It was hard to stay focused on which way it would turn next. I finally made it to the farm, and everyone greeted me. I told you I had made friends, right? That may have been an understatement. I had made friends. It reminded me of old times, and they helped me enjoy the school a lot more. The sun went down pretty quickly, and I still had yet to free myself from my little shell. That's when I noticed the beer.

I remember thinking "This could get me into a lot of trouble", and then I remember thinking that I was of age, and I was no longer under the watchful eye of the paparazzi. I decided to have a little fun. I automatically hated the taste. 'Twanda laughed at me, and gave me some better stuff. I forget what it was called. It tasted a lot better, I'll tell you that much. The rest of the night was a blur.I remember dancing a lot. I won a dance contest. I won some hot looks from guys. It may have been my ensemble.what was I wearing that night? Oh yeah. A black tube top that didn' t cover my belly button ring (I had had that, reader. I got it for my 16 birthday.) and some really really short dark dark dark blue jean shorts. Yeah. That was it. 'Twanda hat told me to wear that outfit. She said I'd kill in it. Oh, gosh. They were so short. Anyway, I remember getting a LOT of attention from a really nice guy. He made me feel warm when I was with him. He was so gentle. He didn't talk much, but when he did, it sent shivers down my spine. He was the one who.who.suggested we go upstairs.

Well, reader, what? I was drunk, I was quite drunk actually. Quatre would have been so ashamed. Unfortunately, I don't remember his face, or even if we did anything. I just remember waking up in my bed back in my dorm, with those clothes on. I remember quite well that I had a very good upchuck reflux. So, I learned my lesson. Don't drink.

I got drunk the next weekend with Brett. He didn't pressure me into it, I just wanted to have a little fun. Fun smiled at me from the toilet the next morning. Fun sucks. Fun sucks a good majority. I had fun, and fun screwed me over. Oh, well. A few nights later, Brett and I had a romantic dinner under the stars. It was beautiful, and serene. He told me all these beautiful things that I'd only been told in my dreams. While we sat, I couldn't help but feel I was being watched.

"Are you okay, Chris?"

"I just.Yeah, of course. I'm great."

He was silent for a while, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. He broke the silence a minute later.

"I have something very important to tell you."

"Okay, shoot."

"I know all about you."

"Excuse me?"

"I know everything about you."

I had had too much wine.

"You don't know me, silly. I am not who you think I am."

"You are Relena Peacecraft, of the Sanc Kingdom."

"Wow. You are very right. That's very true. Who told you that? Did I? I just don't remember these things."

He smiled. "You're taking this well."

"I won't when I'm sober. I'm just refusing to let it sink in at the moment."

"I see. So, should I give you more wine?"

"I would ask that you do, sir."

He walked me home.

"You know, Brett, when I first saw you, you reminded me of''  hiccup "Mickey Mouse." Hiccup.

"I really don't know why. It may have been your red pants. It could have been the fact that I can't see where I'm goin' right now, or it could've been the fact that a moose isn't the same thing as the fancy sweet crap you put on all your desserts."

I was hammered, la la la. How I remember this is beyond me.

"You know, Sam,"

"Brett."

"That's what I said, Heero. You're always pushing me away. I never even get the chance to tell you I love you."

"I'm sure you don't."

"You know, stupid people. Stupid people should wear signs so that I know that they're stupid, and I don't have to deal with them. Take him, for instance."

I walked up to a man I didn't know on campus. Thank God he wasn't a professor.

"When I moved to the campus, there were boxes on the lawn, and a U-Haul truck parked beside the dorm. Do you know what you said to me?"

The guy looked startled, and ran off. Brett caught my arm, and led me home.

"He asked if I was moving. I told him, I says, 'Nope. I just pack up all my stuff in boxes twice a week to see how long it takes.' I handed him his sign, his 'I'm stupid' sign that he could wear so the world would know."

We finally got to my room. I remember Brett tucking me in, and kissing me goodnight, and that's all.

Hello fun! How are you? You match the bathroom wallpaper nicely. I have to flush you now, bye bye fun! This was getting old. I sat by the toilet, feeling like a moron because of what I did yesterday. "Uuuuugggggg". It was then I remembered what Brett had said. I went off to find him.

He was, oddly enough, at my front door.

"Hi." He said.

"Hi." I replied. I asked him to come in, and told him to explain what he said last night.

"I haven't told anyone." He stated after I had been filled in.

"Has anyone else figured it out?"

"No. Not that I've heard."

"Brett.Holy crap."

"I just want you to know I'm not dating you because of who you were."

I looked at him. He's not interested in who I was. I looked outside. I must have been asleep all day, because night had fallen. The full moon gave my unlit dorm a creepy glow. Brett moved closer.

"You're not dating me for who I was." I whispered. It a relief, actually. I needed to hear things like that.

"No, I'm not. I have a much more personal reason."

He was still moving closer. I questioned what he was doing with my eyes. He placed his arm around my waist.

"You are so pure, Relena Peacecraft."

I had heard this before. Purity. It made me shudder. Those cults. I shuddered again. Wait.

I looked outside. Full moon. Oh, no.

I looked at Brett.

I was pure.

I was the most pure person in the universe.

He didn't date me because of who I was.

He dated me because of WHAT I was.

Oh, God. Please, no.

I tried to back away, but Brett placed something over my mouth, and the light began to fade.

Disclaimer: Wuh nuh nuhhhhhhhh! This is me, Melville, stating that I don't own GW. That would be Gundam Wing. I don't own it. I guess this is a lucky break, or something. Having a snow day is cool. I have soooooo much time to do whatever I want. I've practiced Melville, and read my book, and written 2 fics, and all I have to do now is practice piano and voice. Our Lord works in mysterious ways. Anywho, I would appreciate some feedback. Later, ya'll. (I a'int suh-thern.) Oh, the thing where Lena was drunk and she was talking about people wearing stupid signs isn't mine, either. It's Andy Roony's. 'Tis funny to the ear.