Chapter Four

Teresa: I didn't really feel like going to the studio today. It wasn't a big deal since I didn't do stuff there, I just went because I liked being with the lads. I was having a lounge around in pjs day. Instead of the normal TV and computer though, I was looking at pictures. I had a big ol' shoebox just full of them sitting in my lap. They were really old too. All of them were from when I lived in America...with Whitney. I picked up one of my favorites, it was Whitney and me all dressed up for a dance and standing in front of this tree in Whitney's old front yard. We were in classic "Charlie's Angels" poses. You could tell that either one of us could burst into laughter at any moment. I remembered that dance, I hadn't wanted to go since I have always been anti-school dances but just being with my friends was great. On the back of the picture was written-in my sloppy handwriting- "Charlie's little angels- Whitney and Rease, friends for life!" under that was a little note in Whitney's happy handwriting "Rease I told you dances aren't that bad! You know you had fun! Admit it! I love you girl, you've always been a good friend to me, you were always ready to listen to me and you truly are the best secret keeper ever!" I re-read her message again. How ironic that I'd pick up the picture she left that message on. I was always known for my locked away forever secret keeping skills but why did I have to pick up that photo right then? Staring at the picture, I whispered, "I let you down. I'm so sorry Whitney..."     "Rease..."  I jumped, startled at the sound of someone else's voice. I looked at my open bedroom door, where Scott was now standing.    "Can I erm..come in?"    "Yeah, yeah of course" I said, trying to disguise the unhappiness in my voice. Scott shuffled in and sat down on my bed that I was leaning against. He looked down at me and reached a hand out towards my face, "You uh..you've got some .." he said nervously, his hand hovering over my face, seemingly debating whether or not to wipe the tears he was reffering to away. "Oh, I, sorry" I stumbled, wiping the tears I didn't realize I cried from my cheeks.    "Looking at pictures?" Scott said, reaching for the box.    "Yeah uh, I was just going to-" I tried to close the box up but Scott picked up the picture I was just examining. He read over the message, "That's what you think?" he asked. I looked at him, puzzled. "You think you let Whitney down?"    "Oh, you heard that"    "Rease, I never thanked you did I?"    "For running your girlfriend off?" I asked miserably. Scott shook his head, "You told me the truth. You risked a lot."    "Risked and lost" I mumbled.    "Well, I still have to thank you for that. I mean, you were in a tough position Doing the right thing included ratting out a friend just for the well being of me."     "Scott, you make it sound like your feelings weren't involved in the decision. I did it for you, not because it was the right thing"     Scott smiled at me, sort of an unreadable smile. For some reason I felt my cheeks burn and the incredible need to break the eyecontact. My eyes averted themselves back to the pictures. Almost all of them were of me and Whitney, and I felt my eyes start to water again. Scott slid down off the bed so that he was next to me. He took the box away and put it aside. As he took my hand he said, "It'll be okay. I don't know how but it'll be okay" Chapter Five...