a/n I blame this on my friend… she was the one who put the idea in my head, then I HAD to write it, so it's all her fault. Don't take anything in this story seriously, it's just a random crackfic.
Christine's pale fingers were gripped in a fist so tight her knuckles would make snow blush. Raoul was seriously grating her nerves. It was a well known fact (and cliché) that girls took forever to get ready. Christine prided herself on the fact that neither she, nor her best friend and roommate Meg were those kinds of girls (though Meg could take her time when she wanted).
Today Christine had learned something she never wanted to know about her boyfriend, he primped. Oh yes, and that wasn't the worst of it, he was good. He spent hours.
Thus making him late for their date that afternoon.
Now Raoul kneeled in front of her, begging for mercy. He was saying stuff about how important primping was, and that if she tried it now and then she'd totally agree. The boy was skating on thin ice.
The corner of Christine's eye caught something. A folder. A crisp, thick, golden folder sat lightly on the kitchen table. She knew what it was, Erik had dropped it off earlier. His plan. His brilliantly devious plan.
Erik had programmed his friend George onto Christine's speed dial. The press of a button and well, Raoul would be making history.
Christine couldn't help herself, she grinned.
"Stop grobling, Raoul," now she realized why Erik called him a fop. "I know how you can make it up to me." She put on her sweetest smile, and Raoul grinned back.
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Raoul carefully stepped into the rocket. "Are you sure this is safe? It looks pretty real."
"Oh come of Raoul," Christine assured him, from where she stood a good ten yards away, "Why would a real rocket be out here in the middle of the field?"
"But, all that equipment…"
"Like you always say, Erik has way too much time on his hands."
"Pfft, scarred freak," Raoul stepped further into the rocket, unaware that Erik was listening, not too far away, and glaring at him.
"Yea, Kay, the door's about to close, don't worry, I'll open it in a sec." Christine called, giving Erik the signal.
"Alright, but I'm still not sure how me going on this ride will make up for being late for our date."
"Trust me, it'll make everything alright." Raoul shrugged and the door slammed shut. Christine raced over and joined Erik in a steel bomb proof room that would shield them from the rocket blasters when it took off, and give them front row seats to see the first man sent to the sun.
"Lift off in T minus 10, 9, 8," Erik took hold off Christine's hand and squeezed it, "7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, BLASTOFF!!"
There was an explosion as the rocket catapulted into space, taking the annoying fop straight into the sun. He made history that day, shame he didn't live to thrive in his fame.
