Seeing the Thing

Chapter 17

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It was Sunday, and since that night, five days have passed since you and Tom have really talked. Technically four since he found you on Thursday morning. You texted, a lot more than you usually texted anyone actually. It wasn't about anything deep or meaningful. In fact you made sure to keep the conversations light, honestly unsure of how you'd handle a conversation like that right now with tech week rounding the corner and your stress at an all time high. You talked at rehearsal on Friday night, it was friendly with no implication that he found you a mess the day before crying over com wires.

"Well, what do you think is the worst case scenario when Tom goes back to London for the summer?" Gianna asks, spiking the left side of the table as you spike the right, colorful tape marking its spot on the stage, it's obvious where it fits, unlike your spot in Tom's life. Nothing was clear and it felt like there was a ticking time bomb as tech week began. You and Gianna arrived early to spike the set, Quentin on a coffee run. It gave her time to try to interrogate you in the nicest way possible.

"I just think he'll realize that I'm not worth it? And that by the time he goes back to London, to his ex, a girl that he loved, he'll realize just how much easier it is to love someone like her?"

"Shut the fuck up," Gianna almost drops the table on your foot as you bring it back, "did he tell you he loved you?"

"No, god, no. But I don't know, I wish that was a possibility for the future, that there's a way that he won't forget about the girl with strawberry chapstick and panic attacks."

"Do you love him?" Gianna asks as you bring out the next set piece, a bench.

"I don't know," you sigh, watching as Gianna spikes her side of the bench.

"Damn, I mean, I think he loves you, it might not be your one storybook happy ending love, sorry I'm blunt, but we're in college. But I think you get one love per chapter of your life. You've got your childhood love, whether it be Alex Hart, the boy I kissed at eighth grade semi, or who was it? The boy who you kissed on the Ferris wheel before junior year?"

"Jason."

"Right, now that chapter's closed, now we're onto the college or young adult chapter. I've got Harrison. Now you get to decide who this chapter's love is. It sure as hell wasn't Ben, no offence to him but he sort of sucks. You don't want him to be this chapter's love. Tom's pretty great though. I'd snatch him up while he's still got his eyes set on you."

"I just don't know if I'm worth it."

"Oh y/n, you are totally fucking worth it, you kidding?" Quentin interjects, setting the coffee carrier down on the stage.

"Okay, when the hell did you decide to show up?" Gianna asks as the two of you grab your coffees.

"Just when y/n decided to say she's not worth it. Seriously? I'm gay and I'd totally leave my boyfriend for you."

"That's not true," you laugh.

"Okay, fair enough, but, listen, if you want Tom, you go get him, no question about it."

"Really? Just go get him?"

"Yes, easy, walk up to him when he walks in and say 'I really like you a lot and want you to feel the same'."

"Who's feeling the same?" Harrison asks, making all of you jump as his loud voice echoes through the theatre.

"Nobody, nosy," Gianna jokes, jumping down from the stage and kissing Harrison.

"How's the spiking going?" He asks, slinging an arm around Gianna's shoulder as the make their way back up to the stage.

"Pretty great, I think Amy will have more time today to do lights since we're pretty quick spiking everything."