Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2002 05:13:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Eyzonyou Subject: Come rain don't shine chapter 2 Author's Note: So here's the second part. I've decided I should revise the whole thing, so I don't really know where to go from here. I'm very open to suggestions. If anybody really cares. So here it is. Hope you'll bear with me. -Eyzonyou (this sounds a little catchy than just my plain name) Ps. I would really like to comment the works of sliders21. Man you are so cool! Check out "If I Let You Go" and his other stories. You've got talent, I hope you'd keep it up! Ps.(2) And thanks to all those who email me. I can't recall everybody but I'll try to post them in the next chapter. I've tried to respond to each one. I really did. But I guess that's not good enough huh? Ps.(3)-Can't let you go, can I? Well, lastly I want to tell you that this part will be more about the outside characters and not Terrence himself. Hope you'll enjoy the show! Disclaimer: Look if you're under 18 then you shouldn't be here. Unless your persistent then there's no point in warning you, is there? Anyway, persons, places and such are purely fictional. So don't go sending me lawyers, k? come Rain don't Shine Chapter 2: Making mess "So why am I doing this again?" I said to Cathlyn. "Hello? You've been here for like what, 3 hours? This is a library Terrence, not a campsite. Go play somewhere else. I'm really bored here!" For the past months me and Cathlyn have grown close. Like bestfriends. She's really cool once you get to know her. Not like those blonde gilrs in TV that makes you wonder if they ever get tired of saying 'Like' and 'Whatever' in every possible way. I'm so glad she's not one of them cause if she is, I'd staple her mouth, not that I'm brutal or anything. "But I have workloads of stuff to do. And I really feel at home here. It's so nice and quite. The table's so smooth. And look at the books, aren't they just begging for me to read them?" I said pointing to a book that has crawling spiders in it. "I mean it's like my second home world, besides mars of course." "Look Dexter I have come here for one mission and one mission only: to bring you to a place called earth. A land filled with malls and gift certificates. I hereby order you to come with me and go shopping," She said with her square eyes watching me. "Or else I'll have to take you by force," Then her right eyebrow elevated accompanied by a slow nod. I wasn't going to argue. Not that she's 3 inches taller, but because I knew she was trying to intimidate me for the past few days about my 'study habits'. Now, this time she pulled out the last straw. I like persistent girls, especially this one. Though I wonder why we ended up being bestfriends. I mean she likes shopping, wearing tight clothes, making out, dating boyfriends and the girly stuff. Completely opposite from her, I consider myself to be an introvert. "Alright I give up. Take me to your leader." I said smiling as I cleaned the table. "Woohooo! I conviced Dorkster! I convinced Dorkster," She really irritated me with her constant ranting. I hissed her to stop because the librarian just shot me dreadful look. She looks pretty pissed. Like she's gonna twirl me with her huge snake nest-like hair and rip off my liver. Now I really want to get out of here. "Hey Cathlyn, you never did mention about what happened with that English guy you were drooling over. How did it go?" I asked. "Well, I haven't called him yet. I'm just waiting for the right moment. But I did saw him one day." "Oh?" I said. "Yeah. He's cute. Very. Tall and has the gorgeous eyes I've ever seen," sounds like a hottie. "You sure know how to look," I said as I recalled a strange boy I met weeks ago. What's his name again? Er... Tristan? "Yeah, that's the one thing I really could get an A at" she said jokingly. "Let's go," Then Cathlyn dragged me with her. *** "Umm...Cathlyn, I think were lost," I said "Yeah, why is that?" "Duh? Malls don't have hoops and courts. Why are we here anyway?" I can't believe I'm here watching some stupid basketball game in the street. I mean don't get me wrong here, I really like basketball. But when someone says that we would spend our lousy time hanging around in the mall, I smell restraunts, shops, escalators, and most of all...movies! And now I just have to figure out the resemblance of Bruce Willis to this old guy who keeps on showing his false teeth to me. By the way have you seen my butcher knife collection? "Yes!" she roared after one of the guys made a three pointer. "Terrence, because you know I love basketball." "Yeah, sure. And because..." I said trying to spill her baneful demeanor. "And because it's not often I see a good game like this," Yeah right. Try another one. "And because..." "Okay, okay. See that cuttie over there, see, with the green shirt?" She pointed to a tall guy about 6'2. Well from the looks of it, he's quite a pro, fast and furious. I just don't see why Cathlyn likes this guy, aside from his looks, of course. And then wham! Like a paradise in the dessert. Like a rose in the high cliffs of Mt. Everest. Like a pimple on Michael Jackson's ass. The unexpected happened. He removed his shirt. Now that was a bad move. Exposing his well built body like it came out of a laboratory or something. "Yeah. I mean yuck!" I said quickly. "Wow! He is so yummy!" She didn't seem to notice my reaction because she started oogling on the man's front anatomy while trying to contain her giggle. "He's the English guy I'm talking about. Well from the first time I laid my eyes on him I thought I was gonna die. Now, I think I'm gonna burn in hell!" Without warning she started to sing 'I think I'm in love' to my face. Sometimes in life there are worst things than eating buffalo testicles. "So, what do you think? Hmmm?" "I think you need help. Really. That guy is so sweaty. He could smell like a cow's fart for all I care. But, he is kinda tall and lean." "I knew you'd like him." "What? I didn't said I like him. I said he's a show-off." "I bet 10 bucks he's a caring, gentle and affable." "You're on. Let's go ask him," I said "Huh? Are you insane? What if he sees me? What if I turn red? What if he's unfriendly." "Then it all proves your wrong. Come on, I'll raise the stakes to 20," I normally don't gamble. But when the odds go against the possibility that Tom Cruise is black, (yeah right!) it will all be worth it. He! He! He! "I don't know. Urgh! You and your stupid games!" She slapped her forehead while we continue to walk inside the court. The game already ended and the English guy was about to leave. We both walked faster. She kept on saying that I should make the first move. Urgh! But as I got closer and closer, my heart began to pound faster. I don't know why. I'm really getting nervous here and it's not good! Urgh! (Excuse me I if 'Urgh' too much, I do that a lot these days.) "Hi. I'm Terrence," I extended my hand. "My friend Cathlyn and I were just passing by and noticed how well you play the game. And umm... well, we kinda made this tiny little bet that aside from being an awesome basketball player, you're also a sweet, caring guy underneath and stuff. And that you could be gentle and friendly guy. Well, friendly will totally count on you because if not you wouldn't have played with the other guys. And that's good because being friendly counts on you're personality as an English man. And like English men are friendly because they live in England and not some planet where communication could only exist between ameobas. But that's good because there wouldn't be anymore wars and genocide killing and Barney commercials," Damn! Why can't I keep my mouth shut! "Umm, so what do you think Cathlyn?" I said trying to turn my embarassment. But as soon as I flopped my head to my right Cathlyn wasn't there! OH MY GOD! Help! I looked to the guy and he gave me the 'I noticed that a LONG time ago buster' look. Do you ever wonder why sometimes peeing is an essential part of man's existence? No? Well, I give a shit. I'm peeing my pants out here! "Maybe I should go get her," I can feel my cheeks growing tomatoes. "Maybe you should," He spoke with an cool accent. And after a few minutes I quickly ran out there. I can't believe she stood me up! I can't believe I completely made a fool of myself out there! Well, Of course I won the bet but the fact that she left me alone there for like how many hours, I am so gonna kill her! Where's that butcher knife when you need it? Cathlyn!!! Where the heck are you girl! I was really getting irritated. I looked over the streets but she wasn't there. I ran through the alleyways, checked every nook and crany but she wasn't there either. Damn! Was she this scared? I mean she could have told me that she's not cool with the idea before she freaked out. Wait, how about that guy over there. He's the only one left alone in the court. It seems that he was one of the guys playing basketball. I walked closer to the man half hoping he had seen my friend and the other half well, you don't want to know. "Ummm, *cough* Excuse me, have you seen a blonde girl around here?" I said. And I almost fainted right there and then. When he turned around, I knew exactly what was to come. Holy cow! Holy man! Holy fuck! Holy shit! What in the name of all holy and right is he doing in here! "Hey, I recognize you. You're that guy from History class," You have got to be kidding me. Okay, who ever wrote this story, it's not funny anymore! I am so sick and tired of this. Everytime I turn around there's him. Him! If he speaks any word at all. I am gonna kick his....arse. Yeah that's right. You heard me. He speaks, I kick, understand? It must have been a year before I realize I was staring at those eyes. Come out of it Terrence! "I gave you a question. Have you seen my blonde friend?." I said coldly. "Uhhh...does she have sunglasses over her head?" Tristan said. "Yes." "Well, I think she's here somewhere. She walked here a minute ago. Maybe we should try there." We? I didn't ask for his help, did I? "Thanks. Bye." "Wait," he shouted. "It's better if we stick together. I mean its almost dark, it will be difficult for you... to do it alone," So my knight and shining armor comes to the rescue. Yeaaah right! "Whatever. Do what you want," I said We walked around a little bit more. Tristan was right. It was getting late. Where is that damn girl? Hey, what is he doing? Why is he taking glances of me? Must be my imagination. Hey, he did it again! I was thinking of asking him if he has epileptic tendencies but I thought of a better approach. I waited again until his face is turned to me. Gotcha! I looked straight into his eyes. "What?" I said. "Nothing... it's just that you haven't told me your name yet... and everytime I talk to you, you either keep your mouth closed or just give me the cold shoulder," He said nervously. I can sense that he was kind, caring and all that. But something in me feels that if I, even just a bit, give in to that notion, I'll fall all over him. And that's bad. Way bad. Like naming your cat 'pussy'. Silence. I hate silence. I just turned my head, and walked faster. Then out of the blue, my mouth spoke. "Terrence." "Huh?" he said bewildered by my approach. "Name's Terrence, okay?" And then I turned my face forward and saw something eccentric in the bushes. I ran as fast as I could, making a clear figure of a... butt. Hey, that's Cathlyn's butt! "What in the name of all mighty and holy are you doing here!" I yelled at her. "Shhh! Quiet down," She whispered to me. A moment ago I was planning to kill her, but now that I began to see her face make two drops of tears, I suddenly became soft. "What? What is it?" I whispered back. But instead of answering my question, she placed a hand on my mouth, signaling me to stop. Then, she pointed a finger to the two figures in front of us. I can't see it clearly it but I can truly tell that it was a man and a woman. All of a sudden, the man moved closer to the woman that resulted in a long passionate kiss. Then I heard footsteps coming to us. More like running footsteps. And when I turned around, it was too late. *WHoosh* *DUG!* I hate to say this but folks are cover has been blown to pieces. Literally. "Tristan?" "Derek?" "Cathlyn?" "Maya?" Well, I'm waiting for my name to come up. Any moment now. A little bit more. What the heck! "Umm...Hello, I'm Terrence. Nice to meet you all... I was just walking around and here (no reaction) Uhh, Oh look is that a deer over there...(hello?) Ummm, my gosh you have gorgeous er... shoes (I said to the girl in front of me)...Oh my God! Are you Michael Jackson?" Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Even though I made the far worst introduction ever, I don't think they were listening cause they kept staring at each other. Right as I am, they didn't even move an inch. Not when the guy who was called 'Derek' spoke first and broke the ice. "Uhhh... Cathlyn, this is Maya, my girlfriend," With that, I looked over at Cathlyn who was really trying to control her tears now. And then it was Maya's turn, "Tristan, I can explain," But Tristan already started the water works now and couldn't keep a straight face. And without a word, he ran away quickly. Maya tried to stop him but Derek's hand held her by the wrist. "Let him go for now Maya," She then sobbed her way to Derek's chest. All the while, Cathlyn just stood there, bemused of what happened. "Cathlyn, I think we should go," I said, motioning her so as to stop her crying. "I'm sorry Cathlyn, I... have to move on," Derek said. But Cathlyn didn't answer. She just stood there, hands clenched. Without a word, she walked off slowly, then with one last look at them. She mentioned 'let's go' and I was silently sullen for her. *** Cathlyn was really depressed. She forgot about our malling nor what I said when we were 'caught'. But I didn't push it. It was hard enough for her. She wasn't talkative either on the way home. Aside from the constant mourning, she didn't go crazy and cry all the time like those girls in the movies where they found out their guy has someone already. And I'm proud of her in that way. "Why are all guys jerks?" She suddenly asked me. "Cathlyn, you know that's not true. You said you and Derek broke up a few weeks ago. And he just moved on." "That's not fair," she pouted. "Life isn't fair. Sometimes people can be so right for each other and sometimes they're not. You just have to accept that he's not the one. You haven't let go of him, have you?" I asked her. She sighed. "I still love him. And it hurts inside whenever I see him with other girls. And like he seems soo happy even without me. It just pains me to feel like I'm not beautiful enough to be loved by him." "Look, I don't know what you two went through but I certainly know that it wasn't the way you dress or look. You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I mean you could have any guy out there. You're gorgeous inside and out. Screw him if he dosn't see that anymore," I said proudly. "Why can't all the men be like you, Terrence. Smart, charming, sexy. You just know how to tickle a woman's heart," she said. "Well thank you Ms. Cathlyn Abott." I said mimicking the English guy. "So, are you free?" she asked knitting that eyebrow again. Somehow I feel that she's testing me here. But I would not buldge. "Oh, you mean me. The old geezer with his books and preconcived notion of pigs flying. Sorry, I'm actually taken," I smiled at her. "Oh? Who?" "My future. I want to finish first my studies and have a good job and a my personal lagoon. I really have no time for life's sessions on love anymore. Plus you know me. I'm the greatest antagonist of love. That thing just gives you the headache. And I'm busy trying to take over earth and all. I guess I'm gonna be an old geezer for life and watch pigs fly." "I really wish I could be more like you. But then, I can't imagine myself 10 years from now, being single and watching tv ads with Tom Cruise selling silicon ass implants. What I need is a long last relationship. Someone that would hold me and cuddle me to sleep when the end is nigh. Or someone who dosn't have to have sex with me to kindle his 'macho' image. Or a man who makes cockies and bake munchckins when I turn into a big fat whale and sell tupperware products for a living. I like a man who would accept me for who I am. Umm, if you don't mind me asking Terrence, do you believe in true love?" She looked at my reaction intently. "Well, I don't know. Maybe your asking the wrong guy here. But you know, I think if a person really believes in something, why not? Maybe it exists. And if it does, then someone out there will be waiting to give you that love. But I know it doesn't exist for me. It's not on my 'to do list'. And because I'm predestined to become an eternal single dinosaur," I said smiling. *** We talked a little bit longer until we reach her house. It was pretty big, with a humungous front lawn. I wasn't suprised. All of the kids that go to our school is either rich or richer. I was just lucky enough to have that scholarship. Let's just say I'm an alien in a foreign land. Or the other way around. "Bye," I waved at her and she waved back. I was really glad I met her that day. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have enjoyed staying here. At least I have my best friend to go through life's challenges. I just hope its enough to keep me going. I then disappeared to the suburbian street away from the elite. "So how was your day?" My grandma told me as she was reading her book. "I'm fine. Nothing really happened. Just same old," I said my with face down. "But something's bothering you," They say moms are psychic, wait till they meet my grandma, she's a fortune teller in disguise! "Yeah, it's just Cathlyn and her love problems." "Oh, I see. Well, love has its problems. It's a pit of unthinkable torture. That's what makes it so complicated. But for what's it worth, nothing can make you feel more zealous than to be in love," she quipped. Whoopie! Her words of wisdom keep hurling again. I wonder where she gets her psionic powers. Maybe its genetic. Then maybe I could have it too. Obi-wan-kanobi here I come... "I'll remember that. Thanks grams. Night," I then walked to my bedroom contemplating on the blessing that issues concerning love in my life are still dormant. At least that's what I think. Maybe love does exist. Because Cathlyn talks about it almost all the time. And the look on Maya and Derek's eyes were insatiable. Like two dreamy haven lovebirds. Yeah maybe it does. Sometimes being so cynical sucks. Come rain don't shine. *** P.S.(4) God I am so corny! I guess the 'love' theme was a bit too much. I just want to emphasize Terrence thoughts, I guess. And I'm sorry about all the stupid jokes I wrote up there. There have been problems in my life and the only way I could let it all out is by this. Sorry again. Tell me what you think. And I'll think it over. (there it goes again!) (",)