fools x tony stonem [completed]

thirty six

Things were weird between Tony and I ever since I had kissed him, and the tension between us was only heightened after I had beaten up his "girlfriend" Abigail. She still had the black eye to prove it, which was the only thing that gave me the least bit of satisfaction in my sad, sad life.

I even stopped by his house after college the day of Abigail and I's fight. He answered the door, looking me up and down, before saying:

"Abigail says I should stay away from you."

All I could do was frown.

"Can I ask why?"

"Because you tried to kiss me," he tells me. "And she says you have anger issues."

I frown again.

"But do you really want to stay away from me?" I ask him. "After everything?"

He doesn't have time to speak, because Anthea Stonem walks up from behind him, gently placing a small hand on his arm.

"Come on, Tony. I've ran you your bath," she tells her son. She notices me standing there and offers a weak smile that I am incapable of returning at the moment.

"Bye Freya," Tony tells me, softly shutting the door, leaving me sad and alone.

That was two days ago, and we hadn't spoken sense. Not even at rehearsals for the school musical, where he didn't even dare to look at me. Michelle must have noticed this tension between Tony and I, and she seemed to be eating it up. Because now that I didn't hold Tony's attention, she most definitely did, prancing around and singing on stage while Tony admired and watched her in awe.

I thought about quitting the musical. They didn't need me anyway and definitely wouldn't miss me, I was just another untalented kid painting cardboard cutouts. But Maxxie argued against me trying to quit, saying what was the point of quitting something I was so close to completing.

Maxxie was right, as always, because tonight was opening night of Osama: The Musical. And the schools theater was surprisingly packed. Who would've thought a college musical about 9/11 would be that appealing? I sat beside Sid, who sat beside Chris, who sat beside Tony in the crowded auditorium. Tony had obviously chosen the seat farthest from me. What did he think I was gonna do? Try to make a move on him while our classmates sang about Osama bin Laden?

I tried to shake off the feeling of hurt I felt, because I was here for Maxxie after all, and to see the shitty work I had done painting the props. I could ignore Tony's behavior for just one night.

"Alright, we're over 10 minutes late now, and it's time for action," Chris announces to the three of us. He begins to slowly clap, trying to get others to join around him to send a message to the cast and crew back stage. He surprisingly succeeds, as people clap around us.

I glance over to Chris as he begins to say some shit about Mohammad, but I block his voice out once I see Abigail Stock walking over people's knees that sat in our aisle, and plopping down in the empty seat beside Tony.

"Hey Tony," she exclaims, loud enough for me to hear. She must have seen me sitting beside Sid, because her eyes watch me as she places a gentle kiss on Tony's cheek. I look away, staring straight ahead as the music plays and the curtain opens.

"Works everytime," Chris gloats.

A spotlight shines on Maxxie, who wears an ugly suit that only he could manage to pull off, and he does a fancy twirl and begins singing. A smile immediately makes its way on my face, as I watch my best friend do what he adores, and watching him do it flawlessly. Chris and Sid are enjoying it to, nodding their heads along to Maxxie's singing with grins that stretch ear to ear as they watch him dance on stage.