This plot has been formulating in my mind for quite sometime now…put together my favorites: bowling + POTO fanfic!!
I don't know if I wanna make this a one shot…but it seems my plot is too large or something for a one-timer...
Here it goes hope you like it for whatever it is
I don't own any of the POTO references here
oh btw, a got some info abt chopin from so i don't own that either
Pls read and review dear fanfickers
Christine Daae sat in the front row of Mr. Leventhal's class-Music Appreciation, mind in a state of reverie. She thoroughly enjoyed music in its entirety, but she felt like she had to be somewhere else at that moment.
"Ms. Daae?" Mr. Leventhal asked Christine who was staring at the whiteboard, tapping her Pilot pen on her binder.
Twitched back into reality, Christine looked at her college professor and offered a blank expression for an answer.
"I asked, Ms. Daae," Mr. Leventhal started impatiently, "What was the style that Chopin used to play his music?"
"Sir, he used Clementi's piano method with his own students," Christine started, reciting what she knew by heart.
"But he was also influenced by Hummel's development of virtuoso, yet Mozartian, piano technique."
Mr. Leventhal gave a curt nod to acknowledge her answer.
"That's what I wanted to hear, Ms. Daae." Christine waited to be praised further, sitting up a bit.
"I don't assume you are deaf, as you are a Music Major so I expect you to answer my questions the first time you hear them. Lest your course be but a mere pun to your disability." With that, he turned to the other side of the room to address a student who asked a question.
People around Christine sniggered and she felt her cheeks burn. Meg, her best friend, nudged her with an elbow on Christine's arm and she smiled in reassurance.
Meg was older than Christine by months, who miraculously was at the top of her class but always sat in trance during her classes.
At least the only subjects that were important in Christine's program at University Caro were Music Appreciation and General Logic and Philosophies. These were subjects she effortlessly excelled in.
After Mr. Leventhal gave out assignments, the class dispersed and Christine and Meg lazily flopped out of the classroom.
"Christine, I've got loads of homework!" Meg grunted. "I think I have to space on our weekly malling escapades," they walked down the stairs leading to the main hall of the music building.
"it's fine, Meg. I have to finish my five thousand-word essay for English," Christine groaned back.
"'Summarize the epic Beowulf and present a factual literary essay supported by noted research and references to the epic.'" Christine said, copying the way her old English professor spoke so slowly.
Meg held her stomach and burst into laughter. Christine didn't know what was so funny about it but she laughed along anyway. Meg's laughter was always contagious.
They laughed all the way to the parking lot where Meg's silver Vios was waiting for them.
"Oh my baby! Did you miss me?" Meg exaggerated. Her parents bought her the car for her 19th birthday.
Christine smiled at Meg's funny personality. She was an eccentric person but had a deep heart.
They strapped themselves into the car, and Meg twisted her body so that she can see behind the car. They eased out of the parking slot.
Christine leaned comfortably against the passenger seat and closed her eyes…it had been an exhausting day for her…she tried to relax her body before an unexpected jolt from behind the car made it skid forward.
Their bodies jerked forward and instinctively Christine held her chest. She had a rare condition where her heart would palpitate and her heart beat would slow down at many times. It wasn't concluded yet whether the condition was fatal or curable.
"Shit! Dammit, who the hell was that?!" Meg cursed, unbuckling her seat belt, and facing Christine, worry drawn on her face.
Christine waited for her heartbeat to return to its normal pacing which wasn't really constant but allowed her to live, at least
"I-I'm fine, Meg," Christine breathed. "Let's go see who that idiot was,"
Meg wasn't contented with her answer but decided to just leave it for now. Her next concerns were her poor car, and the driver who bumped it.
She got out of the car and started her rant.
"You idiot! Don't you look both ways before driving out in the parking lot?! Didn't you see a bright and shiny silver car right behind your SUV?!" she spit out the last words, as the driver got out of his car and walked towards the two ladies.
The driver was a man, as old as Meg, possibly older. His short, spiked blond hair complimenting his face structure. He had a pointed nose and deep set eyes of blue. He was much taller than the girls and a strong torso and toned arms supported his height.
"I'm sorry," he said, holding up his big hands in a gesture that could be interpreted into 'please-don't-kill-me-I-didn't-mean-it'.
"I'll be happy to pay for the damages to your car. I was on the phone you see, I was checking in on my niece who is in the hospital right now."
Meg was still sporting an outraged look but it seemed to fade into an expression of understanding and sympathy for this handsome man. Yes, his looks didn't swing by Meg too easily.
"I'm sorry," the guy added, oblivious to the fact that he was already forgiven for his looks and concern alone.
Christine was leaning against the car, just watching the sparks flying between the two people.
She eyed the huge dent of Meg's car and winced at the ugly sight.
"It's okay. Just make sure that this trunk does get fixed or my parents are gonna kill me!" Meg said, the guy confused about her sudden change of feeling.
"Oh of course! If you'd like I'll have it towed right now. I can give you guys a lift to your destination, too." He said, his nervousness diffusing into sweat beading on his forehead.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellular phone. He dialed a number and spoke.
"Hi, this is Raoul Chanery, I'm requesting for a tow truck to come here at my university…" he continued to give details while Meg looked at Christine and gave her a silent 'wow'. Christine giggled.
"…I'm sorry, can I have your name, miss?" he covered the receiver with this hand and leaned towards Meg.
"Marguerite Giry," she replied, "But you can call me Meg," she added, blushing slightly.
Raoul smiled and moved his attention to the man he was speaking with.
It was some time before he hung up and turned to the girls.
"Oh hi, I didn't get your name," he was referring to Christine who was the farthest from them both.
"Christine, Christine Daae," she replied, conscious of the awkward silence that enveloped the company after that statement.
"Well, maybe we should hop into my car, it's pretty hot out here and I can turn my AC on." Raoul motioned the girls to his car who looked at each other in question.
"Oh! No, don't worry, I'm not gonna rape you guys or something. God no!" he said, realizing why the girls were hesitant.
It seemed to be enough to convince Meg and Christine and they climbed into the car. Raoul turned the AC on and moved the vents so that it was pointed to the girls.
"So what are you guys majoring in?" Raoul beamed, encouraging conversation.
"I'm a music major, specializing in Philosophies of Music, and Meg here is enrolled in the fine arts," Christine said, speaking for them both. Meg seemed at a loss for words.
"And yourself?" Christine added as a follow-up question.
"Oh, me?" He didn't seem to be aware that he would be asked in return.
"I'm a business major. I'm studying to take over my family's business in the future. Stocks, are what it is, baby!" he replied with enthusiasm.
They talked more about their courses until a tow truck came around the curb and stopped in front of the Vios.
He hitched up Meg's car and told them that the car would be ready in a couple weeks. They watched the driver take the car with him, and Meg's expression saddened.
They got back into Raoul's car and told him that their condo was a couple blocks off campus.
They rode in silence save for the whirring and revving of the engine. His car endured minor scratches and dents on its backside but it wasn't obvious because of the dark red of the paint.
They got to the condo and they exchanged goodbyes. Raoul told them that he'd better get going because his niece would be looking for him.
Meg and Christine walked up to their condo and shut the door behind them.
"Ahhh! He is so cute!" Meg giggled, almost forgetting the damage that had been done to her car.
Christine removed her shoulder bag and flopped onto the couch, exhausted because of the long day.
"Yeah sure," she said dreamily.
"Did you take your pills, C?" Meg asked while moving into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Christine sat up and dug into her shoulder bag for a small bottle with tiny pills inside. She got one pill and tossed it into her mouth shuddering at what awful taste such a little pill could have.
Forgetting about dinner and anything else, Christine drifted off to sleep on the couch. The last thing she heard Meg say was that she had a doctor's appointment the next day.
just a short intro! sorry, no bowling or Erik yet...we'll get to that. :) i just wanted a clear(yet indirect) depiction of Meg and Christine's college life...and hey! Raoul is there...chapter two a-coming...