Cheer Angels

Just A Plush

"It's just a plush, just give it to her, Chris. Just give it to her, it's not that hard, or is it?"

Chris was nervously waiting for Pamela. The balcony was only so small and he could walk so much nervously until he ran out of space.

Pamela came around from the door.

"Hey!"

Pamela's cheerful introduction startled Chris.

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

Pamela just looked around at the scenery.

"Isn't this nice? How did you find this place? It's so nice! Wow! I'm Impressed! To be honest, you're good at finding places! Wait, Chris, is it?"

"Uh yeah."

"Oh wow, so you are Chris! I've heard about you and how you are such a great and strong guy! Right?"

Jeez, Pamela's energy was all over the place, not to mention that her energy alone could tire someone who was not buzzed off of coffee. Chris could slowly feel his eyelids getting droopy. Or maybe he was just going insane, what's the difference?

"You know? I needed some time away from this show and my team and thank GOD that you called me here because I thought I was going to die of insanity and other things like that. I love my team, yes I do, but I need a break from them every once in a while and I need a moment to BREATHE and I can finally breathe, like you know what I mean? Right? Yeah, I think you do. Anyways, how did you find this spot? It was like stuffed in a janitors closet, pretty weird and odd, right? I bet so, you know.........."

Chris started to slowly regret his feelings for Pamela. Yeah, she's cute, but she is a little too overbearing even for him.

'So this is what she's like without her best friend in tow.'

Chris thought about that and slowly, the more Pamela spoke, the more he realized that his feelings were her were a trick on his mind.

Pamela was cute when she giggled or dragged you around, but when she was alone.....

"You are such a man for bringing me here and how did you know I needed some time to relax? I know, you know. Yeah."

Pamela giggled and scratched her head. She noticed the plush toy that Chris had.

"Oh! Is that a Green Bay Packers teddy bear?"

Chris forgot he was even holding it.

"Uh, yeah."

"Is it for me?"

"Sure."

Chris handed it to Pamela.

"OH MY GOD THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH! I ALWAYS WANTED ONE OF THESE AND I THINK I HAD ONE AT HOME! IT MIGHT BE TOO SMALL, BUT IT'S SO CUTE AND ADORABLE!"

Pamela started running to the exit.

"THANK YOU! BYE!"

Pamela slammed the door and Chris felt his mild headache get worse than it was before. He laid his head on the railing and groaned while shaking his head.

"I knew she was too good to be true."

The next day at lunch, Chris went to report his status to Greg.

"So you never really liked her then?"

"I guess not. Maybe when she giggled, she was cute."

"So, you're saying that instead of feelings-feelings, she brighten your day instead?"

"Basically."

Greg put his hands on the table.

"What a waste of $15."

"She liked the plush. She just went on and on about how insane she was going."

"I could understand her insanity. She hasn't been home since she became an Angel which it's probably going to be one year from now. Or maybe it is, I'm loosing track of the days too, you know."

"This show should be ending at the end of 2009 and it's only November 17."

"Hang in there bud, we have a month left."

"Ugh."

Chris laid his head on the table just as Pete and Mike were coming around.

"Hey Chris! How'd it go?"

"Mike, Chris never had feelings all along."

"Really, Greg?"

"Pamela brighten his day, but he couldn't handle her. I would call it 'giddy jumps in your heart' and why? Because, it's like a fake feeling, you know it's too good to be true."

"And the present?"

"She took it, and that's really the only thing I remember. I'm tired because of her going on and on and on and on. Like, Mike, Lisa doesn't talk that much. And Pete, I know Brooke's not shy or anything..."

"She's more on the quiet side."

"Chris, you owe me $15 for the plush."

"But you bought it with YOUR money."

"You know, let me break it down like this. It's just like ordering a pizza and getting it delivered to your house. You have to pay for the pizza. If you don't, then you'll die."

"I won't die."

"It's technically illegal. I can give you about a thousand more examples of why you should pay me because I bought it. If she didn't like it, I could understand and you could get a refund for it... but she liked it, and she's most likely keeping it, so you have to pay me."

Chris almost shook his head no.

"Do it, Chris."

"At least you didn't buy a Lamborghini from him, he would be up your butt."

Chris reaches in his pocket with a 5 and a 10.

"It was my lunch money for the week."

"You didn't know? That you could go to the directors and ask for lunch money?"

"So all this time I was taking out funds from my account?"

"Yeah."

"I could've saved like $450 alone. I'll go talk with them right now!"

Chris left the lunchroom. Mike and Pete took a seat.

"Chris and Pamela backfired?"

"I would call it a backfire, or maybe a trick on the heart. Like I said, I'm not perfect or anything like that. At the best, I have like a 60% accuracy in love. Hold on, let me calculate."

Greg took out a piece of paper and did some division.

"So far, I have a 66.6 accuracy in love. I knew one would screw up, or not get their feelings across. Who cares?"

Greg threw the paper in the trash.

"I don't need no math equations to hurt my pride. I just want to see my friends be romantically happy. Or I will die. No, I'm kidding. I'm not dying on the battlefield of love, I am the nurse."

"Weird speech but go off Greg."

"Yeah."

Greg sat down.

"What matters is that everyone is happy. And me, I'm fine single, I'm fine Taken. I'm fine whenever. What matters to me is that I'm Greg, and Greg's Greg Greg."