Gemma, Amy, and the Wedding Singer

chapter 8

Gemma came to visit Amy after school once she found a day she didn't have too much homework. However, when she came over, she was crying her eyes out as she looked quite miserable after today. Did she fail another test that meant a lot for her GPA?

Amy noticed this and instantly pulled her friend into her arms. "Gem, what's wrong?" she asked softly, but worriedly.

Gemma sniffled and hugged Amy nice and tight right back, she then blubbered and babbled, but it was hard to speak with the sad lump in her throat. Amy made sure it wasn't going to squish her baby and then pulled Gemma to sit down while they hugged so she could calm down.

Gemma was soon given a glass of water, she then drank it and took a breath, her eyes were red and puffy while tears streamed down them. "M-M-M-My teacher is leaving..." she then said, feeling choked up and miserable.

"What do you mean?" Amy asked her softly, dabbing her friend's eyes gently.

Gemma took a deep breath. "He said he was going to miss us all very much and that he would be going away soon to retire for 'other commitments'," she then explained from what she heard in school which was heartbreaking for her due to how much she liked her Latin teacher and only took the class because he was teaching it. "He said very soon, he'll be leaving for Las Vegas."

Amy hugged her gently and stroked her hair. "Maybe you should ask him to keep in contact." she suggested.

"I-I don't wanna seem forward..." Gemma blushed sadly and nervously. "I mean... What if he thinks I'm creepy?"

"Look, you'll never know until you try it." Amy told her friend softly, but serious.

Gemma bit her lip. "Daddy has his number somewhere for when I need extra tutoring..."

"Well, I suggest asking face-to-face first, after all, calling is a little bit un-personal..." Amy told her softly.

Gemma looked nervous. "I-I can't talk to him up close... Every time I try to talk to him, my tongue gets tied, my heart races, and I can't breathe..."

Amy looked at her seriously. This was time for a firm friend, not a too soft one. "If you don't at least try, Gem, you won't ever know... Look, if you need support when asking him, I could come with you." she said.

"Oh, I-I-I couldn't make you come with me..." Gemma stammered nervously as she turned red in the face slightly.

"I don't mind..." Amy chuckled. "Gets me out of the house in the daytime."

Gemma giggled herself, finding the laughter contagious. "Um... Well.... Okay, as long as you promise not to embarrass me in front of him..." she then smirked as a teasing joke to herself. "That's my job."

Amy rolled her eyes and gently pushed her friend, glad she could cheer her up though.

Gemma laughed from that. "I'd push you back, but I don't want the little one to get hurt..." she then cooed before patting her friend's pregnant belly.

Amy smirked. "My thoughts exactly," she teased. She then smiled fondly at her stomach. "Maybe if you keep in contact with your teacher, he could contact us if he sees Billy." she said.

"That would be interesting..." Gemma whispered, she then took another glass of the water as she soon settled down from her tears of never seeing her favorite teacher again, even though she didn't care much for the subject he taught.

Amy squeezed her friend's hand. "And if you end up going with your teacher, you could call me if YOU see Billy." she grinned.

"That would be a dream..." Gemma smirked as she doubted she had a shot with her teacher like that, but she always dreamed and at least she was never late to class.