I Think Not.

By Katie

Pairing: Chadpay

Rating: K+

A/N: Reviews love. Constructive criticism is welcome.

I'd never really thought about how the earth came to be when I was younger. I used to eat, sleep, and breath theater. You know how it is when your parents were Broadway mega-stars that retired very early due to injuries to the leg and hip. Well, I guess not. Anyway, my brother Ryan and I have always been big into the dramatics. When I was really little, and I got hurt, I'd kick and scream and cry. Even if it was just a little paper cut.

I've always been a little hard to deal with. Sure, I've had boyfriends, but they never lasted more then a week or two. I'm just too much for them. That is, for most of them. You see, I have this problem. With this guy. Whom I happen to have a humongous crush on. And he's crushing on me back.

The only problem is that he is the exact opposite of what I want in a guy! Smart? No. Bossy? Not really. Maybe a little domineering, or overbearing, but never bossy. Headstrong? He's always a little unsure of himself. So do you see the predicament I'm in? Chad Danforth said crush is the complete and total reverse of what I'm attracted to! Chad doesn't even LIKE the theater! He thinks that Rodgers and Hammerstein were two rappers in the 1800s. Do you SEE what I mean? A/N: Rodgers and Hammerstein were actually born in the late-1800s and early-1900s!

Plus, there's this other little thing. Called Taylor McKessie. Currently, Taylor is Chad's bossy, smart, and headstrong girlfriend. okay, how reverse is this? If Taylor were a guy, her appeal to me would be OFF THE CHARTS. Taylor McKessie is a kill-joy, a pessimist, and furthermore, a complete and total snob. Chad told me once that he likes how different he and Taylor are. Don't even ask me why.

Chad and I don't necessarily admit our feelings to each other. We don't talk to each other. Body language is enough. A stolen glance during homeroom while Darbus does roll call. A few weird-shoulder-bump type deals which, I assure you, are completely "friendly" weirs-shoulder-bump type deals. No sexual innuendos are being hinted here. Last week, though, he ran into the girls' locker room looking for Taylor. I always stay 5 minutes later. At least 2 minutes after the bell rings. Making an entrance is very Evans-esque. Just ask Ryan. He's nearly a half-hour late to all of his classes.

Anyways, I told him very curtly that I had no idea where his girlfriend was. The utter idiocy and stupidity he showed at that very moment was completely overwhelming. So, then, he asks, "Well do you know where she is?" and I keel over laughing, because it's just THAT funny! After laughing for a while, and taking a moment to compose myself, we just stared at each other for a very long time. Chad took a step toward me, and I took a step back. We did this for a long while. He advanced, and I shrank back. It was becoming sort of a game. That is, until, we realize that we'd exited, not only, the girls' locker room, but the gym, the main hallway, the front entrance, and were now standing in the middle of the East High Parking Lot.

You can stifle a cough. Hold in a sneeze. Even cut off a hiccup. However, there is no known antidote for blushing like mad. And I knew I was doing just that. Blushing like mad, that is. My cheeks were bright red, and I felt like I was going to throw up. "Uh...I better..." I began, but I couldn't finish. There were no words that could end a sentence was destined to go on forever.

Chad kissed me. Yes, that's right, you read correctly, then Chad kissed me. For a really, really long time. He's a good kisser. I can see why Taylor keeps him around. When we broke away, finally, he said in this really soft voice, "We can make this work."

And that's how my entire life became one big love affair.