Part XVIII

*Proven to cause April Conquest Syndrome--but this site, its webmaster, and the author of Good Clean Fun are in no way responsible-ed.* I was reading the last part of part XVII-- it didn't make sense!!! It just left off at a non-sense-making point...so...here's the last part of XVII and the beginning of XVIII-- Enjoy!!

I opened the door, and started toward the phone to call my mother. Just then, the phone rang. I picked it up and the voice on the other end said, "Cari, are you ok?" It was Davy.

Davy explained that she wasn't at the country club, but we have to go back to the country club because her character is having a sixteenth birthday party and the band is hired to play it. I just stood there, holding the phone and holding tears back. I couldn't say anything. I wanted to tell him that I understood, but I didn't--I couldn't.

"Cari, are you still there?" He asked.

I managed to get out a "Yes."

"Just as soon as we finish shooting, I'll be right over," He said then hung up.

I hung up the phone and went upstairs. I just collapsed onto my bed. I buried my head into my pillow and sobbed. My head started to ache. I got up to go to the bathroom to get some aspirin when the phone rang. I ran downstairs to get it. My mother's voice was on the other end of the line.

"Hi, honey! How are you?" She asked.

I suddenly regained my composure because I knew if I didn't, she would know something was wrong. "Fine, Mom. How are you?" I asked.

"Is something wrong, Cari? You don't sound like yourself," she inquired.

"I have a headache. It's pretty bad. I had to come home from the studio." I responded.

"Have you taken anything for it, dear?" She asked.

"No, I haven't. I was on my way to get something when you called," I said.

"Well, I won't keep you long. I just wanted to ask about the young man you went out with last night. Mr. Nesmith told me that you seemed pretty happy when you left," she said.

"Yeah, um, Mom? Can I talk to you about this later? My head is really pounding," I said.

"Of course, dear. I'll call tomorrow and you can tell me all about your date," she said, almost singing.

I told her that I loved her, then I hung up. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. My mother wanted to know about the young man whom I went out with. And in turn with whom I'd fallen in love.

I took some aspirin and laid down on the couch. I must have fallen asleep because I was awaken by a knock on the door. I got up staggering to the door and opened it. It was Davy.

"Cari, my dear. Are you ok? Mike said that you weren't feeling well. You don't look very well either," he said.

"I'm fine. I just had a headache. It's better now," I said as I turned away.

Davy came in and shut the door behind him. "Are you sure the scenes of Amanda and I being together weren't bothering you?" He inquired.

"Are you kidding? I didn't give it a second thought," I replied, almost in tears.

He came toward me and turned me around. "It is what's bothering you, isn't it?" He asked in a whisper.

I bowed my head and replied in a whisper, "Yes, it is."

He took my chin in his hand in raised my head. "Cari, it's acting--that's all. The kisses, the hand-holding--it's all in the script. I don't kiss Amanda because I want to. I do it because that what the script calls for," he said tenderly.

"Davy, don't you think I know that? I know that you don't want to kiss her. It just drives me insane to see you 'play' kiss her. I don't want you to kiss anyone but me!!!" I shouted.

He was taken back by my demand. I don't think he thought I had it in me to get that angry. That was the first of many times that my temper flared.

"Cari, calm down. I have a date with you tonight. I like you--no one else. You're going to have to get used to my kissing actresses. I'm going to be in a television show where my character dates many women. If you want to continue seeing me, you're going to have to adjust, ok?" He asked.

"Ok, I can't make any promises, but I'll try," I said quietly.

"That's all I'll ask of you, but first I wanna see that smile," he demanded. But I wouldn't let him see it, so he started tickling me. I finally smiled. "Now, that's what I wanted to see," he said. He took my face into his hands and drew me closer. When he lips met mine I forgot all about Amanda what's-her-face. I was lost in Davy Jones. The world could've stopped then and there, and I wouldn't have cared.

Just then, Mike and Phyllis came in.

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