Chapter 18

 

"Alright!  Show's over!  Everyone get back to dancing," Krista yelled to get everyone's attention off of Brian.

"You gonna be OK Bri?" Nick asked his best friend.

"I don't know," Brian replied, looking up at him.  He saw such pain in Brian's eyes that he didn't know what to say.  He looked over to Krista for help.

"Brian, you've just got to give her some time.  I'm sure you guys will get back together when-"

"I'll get her back if it's the last thing I do," he interrupted.

Nick and Krista looked at each other not knowing exactly what Brian meant by that.

Meanwhile...

 

Angela tried to remember something familiar.  She was having a tough time remembering anything.  "What was I thinking?" she asked herself.

"I should have hid in the bathroom."

It was getting foggy outside; A sure sign that a storm was coming in.

Everything was distorted and even less familiar through the wet blanket.  "I've got to start thinking before I do things," she scolded herself.

Back at Orlando's Odyssey...

 

"So, who wants to go look for her?" Krista asked, back at the table.
 

"I'll do it," Nick volunteered.
 

"She doesn't even know you that well," she replied, turning to him.

"Well, you know that she's not gonna want to see Brian and she's not gonna want to hear it from you."

 "Good point, but she's still not going to listen to you.  We need someone she knows but someone she'll listen to..."
 

"What about Kevin?" Nick suggested.  "Brian said they knew each other well."
 

"Perfect.  Give me his number and I'll call him."  Nick gave her the number and she left to find a payphone.
 

 "Brian, how are you feeling?" Nick asked with concern.
 

"OK," he lied.
 

"Yeah Frick, I believe you man."  Nick waited for Krista to get back, and didn't know what to do with his best friend.

 Krista came back about five minutes later.  "Everything's good.   Kev said he'd drive around and look for her."
 

"I hope he finds her soon," Brian mumbled and put his head down on the table.

At the same time....

 

Angela found herself in front of a pizzeria and now that she had down a bit, she realized she was hungry.  She walked in and her stomach growled at the aroma.
 

 "Can I help you?" the kid behind the counter asked.
 

"Yeah.  Ummmmm, I'll have a slice of pepperoni pizza and a medium Coke for here."
 

"Sure," the kid replied.
 

When he came back, she paid him and tucked herself in a booth all the way in the back.  She sighed and slowly began to eat her food.
 

"Now what?" she asked herself thoughtfully.  "I can't go home because of Krista.  What about Nick's house... No.  I can't."
 

Angela turned her head and saw a cheap hotel across the street.
 

"Hmmmm.  Maybe I can stay there for the night."  She quickly got up,

On the road......

 

"She couldn't have gone too far," Kevin thought as he drove through the neighborhood.  He was a little nervous, but excited to be seeing Angela again after all these years.  These weren't exactly the circumstances that he wanted to be reuniting with her in, but he did want his cousin happy.  He decided to park the car and go to a coupe of stores to see if anyone had seen her.
 

 "Have you seen a woman in her early twenties with brown hair and eyes come in here?"  he asked the elderly lady behind the register in the
 

After pausing to think for a moment, she finally said, "No sweetie. I'm afraid I haven't."
   

"Thanks anyway," he replied as he left for the next store.
 

 Kevin made his way through a couple more stores and was ready to look somewhere else when he decided to make the pizzeria the last stop.  "Can I help you?" the kid asked.
     

 "Yeah."  And he went through the whole description again.
  

"Did she look depressed, maybe like she was crying?"
  

 "Yeah!" Kevin replied.
        

"If that's the girl you're looking for, then she wasn't in here too long ago.  I think I saw her headed for the hotel across the street."
        

"Thanks alot!" Kevin yelled a the kid as he ran out the door.

At Orlando's Odyssey...

Brian looked painfully at Krista.  "What have I done?  I've ruined everything."
    

 "No, you haven't.  Please listen to me," she pleaded.  "Angela just needs some time.  She'll get over it."
     

"I really don't want to lose her again."
       

"I understand that.  She'll realize that this was a big mistake and she overreacted."
        

"Yeah, I hope you're right," Brian replied and put his head back on the table.
    

Krista sighed and hoped that Kevin found Angela soon.

At the hotel...

 

"Here it is," Angela thought.  "Room 347."
     

Her room had two twin beds, a small bathroom, and a TV.  The floor was a lime green color and the curtains were a hideous orange.  The bedspreads were checkered with purple and blue.
      

"Who designed this place?" she yawned.  She felt a sudden wave of tiredness sweep over her.  The colors on the bed didn't matter anymore, she just wanted to sleep.  So in return, she laid down on the bed.  And no sooner did her head hit the pillow, did she fall asleep.