Three/Four parter.
I was listening to Carly Rae Jepsen's "Call Me Maybe" and this idea just sort of popped into my head..
Reviews/Thoughts welcome!
a.n/ Someone from Twitter suggested that I could write another fic with the same title, inspired by the song, except doing a Carchelle version.. PM me your thoughts about this idea? Oh yes and I do apologise for the shortness of this chapter, and the song will continue throughout the fic.. :)
Carla entered the nightclub, "Cayotes" as it was known, the black, elegant dress which accentuated each one of her curves following swiftly behind her as the cold night's gentle breeze shut the door. She searched the room with her emerald orbs, her eyes glistening in the dim lights of the club, as she locked eyes with a handsome man's hazel orbs.
Your stare was holding,
Ripped jeans, skin was showing.
Hot night, wind was blowing,
Where you think you going, baby?
She admired his messy and careless dress sense, his ripped jeans revealing his leg, his worn leather jacket carelessly thrown around his broad shoulders. She moved swiftly over to him, her smile growing wider as she reached his table. She sat down, not speaking, just downing the shot of vodka which was left on the table.
Hey, I just met you and this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me maybe?
"Anyone ever told you that staring's rude?" Carla joked, the man snapping out of his daze.
"Sorry.. can't help it.." Peter smiled, offering her his hand. "Names Peter.."
"Carla.." she smiled, taking his hand and smiling.
"Shall I get another round in?"
"Hm, large orange, no ice. Got to get home to me son in the morning."
"Son?" Carla said.
"Yeah Simon, he's only eight, told him me and his mum were trying to sort things out.."
"What happened with you and 'is mum then?"
"Separated.. though she's only his step-mum."
After abruptly finishing the conversation about Peter's hectic and complicated life, Carla went up to the bar and ordered some drinks.
"Eh, what happened to my orange?" Peter frowned slightly, upon seeing that Carla had ordered him a vodka and cranberry.
"Thought you deserved a treat.. I mean you've just told me the story of your very complicated and hectic life so I think you deserve a drink or two, no?"
After nearly an hour chatting away, the short-lived annoyance with Carla now a nearly distant memory, the pair were sipping wine and downing numerous sambuca's, before Carla cut the pair's conversation short.
"What?" Peter frowned, not liking her tone.
"I have to go.. Was only meant to come in 'ere for a couple of drinks.."
Peter chuckled as his eyes flickered to the club's clock, realising that it was midnight.
"What?" Carla now frowned, thinking that something she had said was the reason for his slight chuckle.
"Oh no, I get it. Cinder's has to be home at midnight, eh?" Peter laughed, his smile reciprocated as Carla realised what he was getting at.
"You got it.. And I'm pretty sure the handsome prince comes chasing after me, but I'll save you the bother.." Carla smiled, fumbling in her purse for a pen and paper.
Finding only an eyeliner and receipt, she hastily scribbled down her phone number.
"Here's my number.. Call me maybe?" she smiled as she gulped the last sip of vodka down her throat and hastily hurried to the club's exit
a.n/ I do find this incredibly crap, but reviews would be lovely. And I shall be updating some of my fics tomorrow, though I have a couple of ideas for new fics..