Silence

                                    

                                          
"What are you doing? Why aren't you dressed yet?" Vivian asks me looking extremely annoyed. "What part of me is naked?" I raise my eyebrows and look down at my t-shirt and pyjama-clad body. "No, not that, unless you are planning on going out in these?" Vivian says, wrinkling his nose at me. "Where am I going?" 
"To the caterers." Vivian tells me slowly, as if speaking to a child. "What? We're supposed to go tomorrow after we drop John off." I say. "No. We changed the plans. Don't you remember?"
"We most certainly did not."
"Did too!"
"Did not! You never said anything to me!" I insist. "I am now." Vivian retorts like a child. "Why aren't you dressed then?" I ask him. He'll take more time to get dressed anyway, I'll finish watching this episode of 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S' by then. "I'm not going."
"What? I'm not going alone. Besides, this is a moot point because, we didn't change the plans at all and so, I'll go tomorrow." I inform him. "Oh, you are. You are going today but not alone. Tony will go with you." Vivian says and my heart stops.
Rachel says "Nooooo" on my phone screen and it perfectly depicts my thoughts.
 Tony and I are not talking properly ever since that stupid call he'd made while George had been with me. I cannot handle this today. I'm tired. My face must look super horrified because Vivian scowls. "John is going away tomorrow for the meeting thing or whatever... and he will not be back for one whole week. I need you out of the house." he says. I groan. I hate him. He's putting me in this position because he wants to bump uglies with his stupid fiancée. "Tony isn't talking to me; he doesn't want to go with me." I tell him. Vivian rolls his eyes. "See, this is a win-win situation. I get to make love and you get to resolve whatever it is you two are fighting over." he says, smiling brightly.
 "Vivian! You can't do this! You are sacrificing me, me, your little sister, who, by the way, almost died a few months back, just for sex? Sex?"
Vivian rolls his eyes again. "Quit being dramatic and get your arse off the sofa. Tony is on his way, so, you better be dressed before he's here." Vivian informs me and then struts out of my room. What the fuck. I don't want to face Tony. Ever, if possible. That guy is confusing the shit out of me.
 Does he like me more than a friend? Then why doesn't he tell me so? Why doesn't he break it off with this Fleur girl? Does he see me just as a friend? Then why does he get so fucking jealous of George? Why does he behave like it's more than that?
 I'm freaking tired of this crap. Being with Tony, alone, for an extended period of time might just make me explode with frustration. On top of that we aren't talking and are apparently in the middle of a fight over God knows what. Last time this sort of a thing happened was when I was having a bloody honeymoon with him in a dream. That had been over George. This one might be too and that just raises those confusing questions all over again.
If someone heard my thoughts right now, they'd think I'm a freaking nutter. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm going crazy because of bloody Anthony White.
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 We still haven't spoken a single word. The entire car ride had been silent, Tony staring straight ahead and me staring out of the window. And then when we were talking to the caterer, well, we talked to the caterer, not each other. I would've never believed that people could get this sort of a job done without saying a single word to each other if I hadn't experienced it myself.
 We are walking towards the parking lot when my stomach grumbles. I've skipped lunch today; I was napping and didn't want to wake up. I flush as Tony turns to look at me. Of course, it just has to be like this; this is the first time he's looked at me in the entire evening and it's because my stupid stomach is making weird noises. Could I be any more embarrassed? "Are you hungry?" he asks me. "No." I say. Tony stops and I keep walking till I'm next to his car. Tony just stands and stares and then walks up to me. "Do you want to eat something?" he asks. "No."
Tony sighs. "I want to get something to eat. Come along with me." he says. I stare at him for full thirty seconds, crossing my arms and tapping my foot, remembering to keep my nose as high as I can, as I decide what I should do. I am pretty hungry... "Okay, only because you insist." I say finally. Tony looks at me for a beat, shakes his head and the says, "Come on then." We walk silently till we reach the nearest pizza place. "Pizza?" Tony asks, raising an eyebrow. "Sure." I shrug.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. It is probably the shortest one in the entire story. Please comment and vote. Au revoir!