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Soul Searching

By Kimber
 
 

"So, let me get this straight.  You like this guy, right, but he doesn't know?  Or he just doesn't care."

"No, no!"  Angie Ramirez exclaimed.  "You got it all wrong.  Okay, this guy's really nice, right?  And I mean, I feel stuff for him, but now I'm not sure what kind of feelings these are."

Kit Marchado shook her head.  "Ang, when it comes to romance, you are tops in confusion.  I mean, you can't just pick a normal guy to love, can you.  He's gotta be someone you can't have."

"Well, it's not like I can't have him … really.  It's just that I'm not sure he feels the same way for me. I mean, we've been friends for a long time, but I suppose … well I think that maybe we mean more to each other, now."

"So, is he married, or what?"  Kit questioned, sarcastically.  "Or is he maybe only real in your mind?"

Angie threw a pillow at her friend.  "Oh, get off your high horse!"  She cried.  "Of course not.  It's just hard to explain okay?  I just want advice, Kathryn, not the third degree."

Kit grinned.  "Oh, alright Angela.  But you have to answer me one question first.  Who is this mystery beau?  Anyone I might know?"

Across Town…

"So you love her right?  But you don't think she feels the same way about you."

"Right," Rollie Tyler answered.  "But it's much more complicated than it sounds."

"Hey, listen," Francis Gatti began.  "If the woman in question here is Mira, well I'd suggest you make your move pretty quick."

Rollie laughed.  "'Course it's not Mira!"  He replied, although the thought had occurred to him more than once.  "I just don't know what to do!"

"Well, duh.  Have you tried talking to her?  Maybe telling her your feelings?"

Back Across Town…

"It's not that easy, Kit.  You just don't understand.  I can't just jump on him and scream 'I love you' in his face."

"Well … why not?"

"Because.  I'd scare him off for sure," Angie sighed.  "We've been sorta cool lately, and I'm afraid he's angry with me."

It was Kit's turn to sigh.  "For crying out loud, Angie.  It wouldn't kill you to tell me who "he" is.  It might help me out a little here."

"No!" Angie cried, a little too forceful.  "I just can't, because, well, because I don't really want to let too much out of the bag here.  You're my friend, Kit.  Not my shrink."

"Well, I honestly don't know what to tell you.  I'm no love expert myself, so I don't know why you would ask me in the first place.  Why not write a brief, anonymous letter to Ann Landers already?"

Angie laughed.  She got up from her spot on the couch, and began to pull her jacket on.  "I've really got to head home now, maybe mull things over a bit."

"Well, okay." Kit replied.  "Sorry I couldn't be any more help."

"It's fine," Angie assured her.  "See ya!"

"Oh, and Ang?"  Kit called after her.  "Let me know how things work out, okay?"

Angie nodded.  She stepped into her large red truck and revved the engine.  Within seconds, she was on her way to her thinking spot … the brewery that was now Rollie Tyler's loft.

Across Town (Again!!) …

"Well, I'd best be going," Francis said.  "Sarah and the girls were painting our room, and I'm sure they'll need my help."

"Alright.  Thanks again, Francis."

"Yeah, yeah."  Francis threw his coat on.  "Just sorry I couldn't be more help."

"Oh, you were," Rollie answered.  "Thanks."

Once Francis had left, Rollie wandered up to the loft, and sat on his couch.  He turned the lights off, and sat in the darkness, mulling over what Francis had said, and what he felt.

He was so deep in thought,  that he didn't even hear the front door open.

Angie quietly shut the door after her.  She threw her jacket onto the coat rack, and made her way up to the loft.

She knew Rollie wouldn't be home, and didn't mind if she occasionally came in to get some extra work done.

The thoughts had been running around full speed through her mind that day, especially.  She didn't want things to change … she liked life the way it was.  But something inside her longed for change … the change. She slowly made her way up to the top floor of the loft, and was about
to turn on the lights when she thought otherwise.

She knew the lights activated Bluey, and if she disturbed Bluey, Rollie would never forgive her.

She sat on the couch, and lay down, resting her head on a blanket, that had been bunched up.  Instinctively, she put her fingers into her mouth. "Oh, Rollie." She sighed.

"Yes?"  A voice came from on top of her.  She shrieked and jumped up.  It was then that she realized the 'blanket' hadn't been a blanket after all.  It had been Rollie.

"What are you doing here?"  She hissed.

"I live here," he answered.  "The question is: what are you doing here?"

The End: For Now!