Friendship
Chapter
9: Kiss and Tell
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Notes: From Cecilia’s point of view.
Why did he have to be so mean? She might be a bitch sometimes, but he didn’t have to insult her like that in front of the whole team, did he?
“I hate him. I hate him more then anything in the world. Funny, two weeks ago, I loved him. This must be how love becomes hate. This is the reason why there’re so much divorces in the world. Because men are mean!”
Cecilia was once again crawled down in her bed, trying to calm down. Fred was so mean! God, she hated him.
She was a little curious about what was going on down in the locker-room. Hopefully, someone had killed Fred off by now. She could just cross her fingers and hope for the best.
“Open up!”
Hysterical banging. Could only mean one thing. Adam was on the other side of the door.
“What?!” she bellowed, loud enough so he could hear.
“Open up,” he yelled back. “It’s me, Cee.”
“Me Cee? Sounds like a name on mouse.”
Cecilia shook her head. Why did she have to have her head up in the air all the time?
Adam opened the door. He stopped to look at the mess she’d been making. Since she hadn’t had any of Fred’s things to smash, she’d been throwing her own things around. Only soft things and things that wasn’t worth anything, but still...
“I see you take this lightly.” Adam sat down next to the lump on the bed. Cecilia put her head out from under the blanket.
“I hate him.”
“I’ve heard you say that several times this week. I know you’re lying. Wanna talk about it?”
Cecilia sat up and snuggled up in his arms. “He called me a bitch.”
“Yes he did. And you threw a hockey-puck in his head. I guess you can call it even.”
Cecilia started to cry again. Why did Adam have to take Fred’s side? Why couldn’t he just be on her side, even if she was wrong?
“Stop it,” he muttered. “You sound pathetic when you cry.”
Cecilia howled even louder, and Adam put his arm around her. “You look cute when you cry, Cee.”
“I do not,” she sniffed and turned her head. Adam chuckled.
“Yeah, you do.”
“Oh, man,” she sighed. “I sound pathetically cute when I cry!”
Adam laughed. “So, tell me what happened.”
“Fred came here last night, to tell me that I should apologize to him.”
“I know.”
“And we got into a fight, and I let him kiss me. And we... What?! You know?”
“I told Charlie to send him here. So you two could talk it through. I didn’t know what Charlie used for an excuse, but obviously it worked.”
“You ass!” Cecilia shouted and hit his arm.
“Could you stop being so violent? Maybe you should cut down to like two fights per day or something.”
That sounded familiar. Hadn’t someone else told her the same thing just the other week? Oh, right...
“Okay,” she said lamely.
“Okay? Did you just agree to something? Call the press, this must be celebrated.”
“Are you done?”
“I think so,” Adam smiled. “What happened after you kissed him?”
“He kissed me!”
“Right.”
“Anyway, he kissed me and I... Let him. So we... We...”
“You what?”
“He slept with me.”
Adam stared at her.
“Okay, so I slept with him too, but you get the picture.”
“Yeah, I do. So, you got into an argue, slept together, and then tried to kill each other with hockey-equipment? Sounds sane.”
Cecilia shrugged. “It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t interfered, this would never have happened.”
“Don’t blame me for this, Cee. I was just trying to help.”
“Well, stop doing that, then. You could’ve ruined it all!”
“Uhm, no, I think you managed to that by yourself, when you tossed that puck at him.”
“Screw you.”
Adam started to laugh again. “You really don’t have any other insult to throw at me, have you?”
Cecilia sighed. “No, I don’t. Could you please leave me alone now? I want to be by myself. So I can figure out my life and stuff. Maybe kill myself.”
“Don’t say that.” Adam gave her a serious stare. “Don’t ever say that.”
“I wasn’t being serious, Adam.”
“Don’t say it anyway. If you do, I have to beat you up.”
“Good luck. You actually would do that?”
“You mean more to me then any other person in this un-crazy world. Of course I’d beat you up if you ever tried to kill yourself. You better believe I would.”
Cecilia grabbed his arm and leaned forward.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
She put her hand behind his neck, and pulled him closer. This was insane!
Adam tried to object, but she had already pushed him onto his back. She closed her eyes and kissed him. It was official, she was crazy.
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Notes: From Adam’s point of view.
He didn’t have a clue why he returned her kiss. When it finally hit him what was going on, and who she was, he tried to push her away.
“What?” she asked, like this was a normal thing they did.
“You’re my best friend, Cecilia. I can’t kiss you. Fred is my friend too. I don’t like you like that. I love you, but not like that.”
“I’m not you’re best friend.” Was that her comeback?
“Yeah, you are. You’re right up there with Charlie and the guys.”
“The guys?”
“Well, Charlie then. You’re my best friend.”
“You’re just saying that, because of these past weeks. I wouldn’t be your best friend if we hadn’t gone to Moonlight that stupid Saturday. I hate that Saturday!”
“Stop kissing me, and try to talk to Fred instead. You’re just doing this, because you want to have some kind of revenge on Fred.”
“Maybe I want to kiss you. Maybe I like to kiss you. Maybe I need to kiss you.”
Adam shrugged. “Fine, let’s make out then.”
“Huh?”
“Well, if you really want to kiss me, kiss me. I won’t stop you. Let’s make out.”
“God, I hope this works.”
Cecilia was so close, closer then she’d ever been before. Adam couldn’t help but thinking that this all came from him tagging along with Chrissie Connors two weeks ago. What did they call that? Karma? Some kind of stupid faith he’d been giving.
Cecilia kissed him, but he didn’t feel anything. He didn’t even like it. She wasn’t a bad kisser, he just didn’t enjoy it. Actually, he hated it. He was kissing his best friend. And it felt like crap.
She was quite heavy, actually. He’d never been this close to her ever before, and her weight was surprisingly enough taking his breath away. Or, it might’ve just been the uncomfortable moment or something.
“I can’t do this.”
“Yeay.”
Cecilia rolled away from him, and down on the floor. He looked over the edge of the bed. “You okay?”
Cecilia stood up and started to put on her
shoes. “I gotta go.”
”No, wait, Cee.” Adam got out of bed too, and tried to catch up with her. She was already out the door, and he heard a thud, coming from outside. What now?
“Cecilia? Are you okay?” Adam called. “Cee?”
He ran to the door and almost tripped over Charlie, who was standing just outside.
Speaking of karma, guess who just ran into Fred again? Twice in one day. That must be some kind of record.
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Notes: From Cecilia’s point of view.
“Fucking piece of holy ass shit, piss,
shit, bitch, fuck. Why? Why me?”
Why was Fred standing outside her door just when she was trying to make a dramatic exit? Why couldn’t he just have left her alone in her agony and pain? And why the hell did Charlie have to be there too?
“Cecilia, stop!”
Shit, Adam. She had almost forgotten about him. One more question: Why did she have to kiss him? What could she possibly have thought would come from that? It was the worst kiss ever. Ever!
All she could think, during the kiss, was the Adam wasn’t Fred. No one could ever replace Fred, not with kisses, not with anything.
Especially not Adam. He wasn’t cut out for being ‘boyfriend-material’. Not hers, anyway. Now she had ruined their friendship, along with her and Fred’s relationship. Could things get messier?
She pushed Fred out of her way and kept on running. Hopefully, Fred wouldn’t follow her. When it came to Adam, she could only hope that he would give up the chase, before it even had begun.
If he continued following her, it was very obvious that he would catch up. He was faster, and he had more persistence then she had. God, she hated being a girl sometimes.
“Cecilia, wait!”
Shit, he was still right behind. She wouldn’t get far. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Why did everybody have to be breathing down her neck all the time?
Cecilia stumbled across the hallway, past Connie’s room, and was about to escape down the stairs, when next obstacle revealed itself in front of her.
“What’s with people today? Why does
everybody have to be in my freaking way?!”
Cecilia ran right into Guy, who was coming up the stairs. They both tripped, and she rolled over him, and down the stairs. Luckily enough, it was only a small staircase, but it hurt pretty badly anyway.
“Cecilia? Are you okay?”
Cecilia didn’t stay for any explanations; she got up again and limped down the next couple of stairs. Guy called out for her, but she just kept running. She was way too embarrassed to let them catch up with her.
She ran through the lobby and was just about to decide where to go next, when the rest of the team got back from practice.
Trying to escape from those nitwits she called friends was easy, compared to trying to push her way through a herd of energetic Ducks. She pushed Jesse out of her way and ran towards Portman so she could reach the door.
Portman was not someone you should try to push away, not when you were a tiny little person, tired, sad and limping. He didn’t even have to try and stop her, running into him, was like running into a brick-wall.
“Hey, take it easy,” he moaned, when she crashed into him. “I’m not a crash-dummy.”
“She’s more of the crash-dummy, you’re the wall she just got thrown into,” Goldberg pointed out.
Cecilia rubbed her forehead, tried to get up again, but couldn’t. She wasn’t just tired and in pain, she had probably gotten a concussion now too.
Adam pushed his way through the crowd. Easy for him, he was a guy. They actually moved when he came towards them.
“Cecilia? Could you stop?” Was he yelling at her? He was not the one being obligated to yell at her. She had a boyfriend for that.
Portman extended his hand to help her up, but she was already on the run again. She slipped when she tried to run, and fell out through the doors. Another spectacular exit on her side.
“For God’s sake, could you slow down?” Adam sounded winded when he finally could grab her arm. She had gotten just outside the school area when he caught up to her.
Cecilia breathed heavily. She was actually quite happy that he had finally stopped her. She was already exhausted from running from her room to outside. Just wonder how she would’ve felt if she had to run even further?
“Let me go!” she pulled free of his grip. Adam was neither Charlie nor Fred, she discovered. They usually held on, when she tried to pull away. Adam didn’t. She fell face down into the ground.
“Are you okay?” Was that the tenth time she’d heard that today, or what?
Adam put his hand on her shoulder. “Cee, you’re not hurt, are you?”
“Don’t call me Cee,” she sobbed back. “I don’t deserve you calling me nick-names.”
“You’re my friend, I can call you whatever the hell I want.”
Cecilia was still lying on her stomach, facing the grass. She wasn’t planning on moving at all for a couple of hours. Her entire body was aching, and she had mud in her mouth. A great ending of a disastrous day.
“Get up, Cee. You’ll get a cold.”
“I deserve to die.”
Adam kicked her softly on her leg. “Get up, so I can beat the hell out of you,” he smiled.
“You’re not being funny, Adam.”
“I better not be, I’m serious. I told you I’d beat you up, if you said that. Now, you don’t wanna be beaten up by a center, do you?”
“No,” she sniffed. “Centers suck. Besides from Sarah, but she’s a girl too.”
Adam sat down next to her on the lawn. He rubbed her back and pushed her hair away from the pile of mud. “Our friendship has improved since our last ‘movie-night’, huh?”
“I hate when you call it ‘movie-night’,” Cecilia said, muffled by the grass.
“I know,” he grinned. “Look, Cee. About today, let’s just forget about the whole thing. You’re clearly upset by this...”
“You think?”
“And, if you let me finish, I’m gonna tell you something.”
“What?”
“I hated you kissing me. Seriously, it was awful. It was the worst kiss I’ve ever gotten. You suck at kissing, Cee.”
“Screw you. Besides, your kissing could be improved too.”
“So, we’re agreeing on how awful that kiss was?”
“Don’t ever kiss me again, Banks.”
“Trust me, I won’t.”
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