Burning Desires
By HonestFFWriter
Rated: T (may change to M depending on story)
Genres: Romance & Tragedy
Pairings: OzzyXLeah, ThraxXOC
Summary: An incident at the Jones Family Reunion causes Ozzy to look after his two cousins Mimi and Christine. Five years later, all Mimi wants to do is to forget about it and move on, but how can she because of her so-called gift? And when Thrax enters the body of Frank, how will it affect everything?
Chapter Three:
Hidden Talents
The final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. A lot of teenagers rushed out of the building as much as they could, just so they would go home and get to do whatever. Since their break was to start by Friday, in a crowded school like this in a body full of trillion cells, yeah, it's a wonder how all the cells have managed.
Christine and Mimi were waiting at the front of the building just as Christine was hugging Zoë and Kai goodbye.
"I'll call you later, okay?" Kai said.
"Cool."
Mimi watches with her sister as Zoë and Kai were taking the bus home. Mimi looks around. It was funny. They were waiting here since the bell has rung 10 minutes ago, and usually Marc and Alexis would've walked out of the school building by now.
"Where the heck are they at?" Mimi asked, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her backpack resting on the ground right by her feet.
"Who?" Christine asked.
"Marc and Alexis. They should've been out here, by now. Where are they?"
"Sorry about that, Mimi!"
Both girls looked and saw Marc and Alexis had just walked out of the building.
"Sorry, Marc was having problems opening his locker again," Alexis said, simply pushing her braid back over her shoulder. "That thing is always jammed."
Mimi shrugged. "True." She uncrossed her arms and simply walks over and hugged Alexis. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
They pulled away and Alexis nodded. "Sure thing." She then turned to Marc and said. "My car's waiting. We can go."
Mimi raised an eyebrow. "Car?"
"Oh, Alexis needed to head over to the store for her parents to pick up some groceries, and she agreed to drop me off down by the station," Marc explained, pushing his hair back. He then walked over to Mimi and wraps his arms around her. "I'll see you tomorrow, too. Hopefully, I'm still free tomorrow night."
With that, Marc and Alexis waved to Mimi and then took off towards the parking lot. Mimi simply places a hand on her hip.
"Funny."
"About what?" Christine asked.
"Marc usually takes the city bus down to the station after school," Mimi said.
"Maybe it'd be faster to just drive down there rather than to wait around for the bus," Christine thought out loud.
Mimi walked back over and grabbed her backpack. "True." Mimi hung her backpack over her shoulder and simply pushes her bangs aside from her eyes. "You know, it's strange."
"What's strange?" Christine asked again.
"Ever since lunch, I've been feeling rather hotter than usual," Mimi explained. "I hope I'm not getting sick."
"You're probably having your cycle again," Christine said.
"Yeah, well it's a good thing Frank isn't a girl, otherwise we'd be in big trouble," Mimi said. "I mean, who would name a girl Frankie?"
"Nitwits, that's who," Christine replied.
Mimi wiped a few beads of sweat from her forehead and simply leans back against the building again.
"I hope this doesn't last long. I don't want to get sick when I'm having that date tomorrow night."
"Maybe when we get home, you should think about having a cold bath. That might help cool you off," Christine suggested.
"Yeah, I'll try that."
HONK! HONK!
"Hey girls! Ova here!"
Both sisters turned towards the voice and saw Ozzy sitting in his car waving his hand over. Both Mimi and Christine walked over towards the car and Christine got in the passenger seat while Mimi sat in the back. Ozzy then took off in such a fast speed than the other cars.
"What's the deal?" Christine asked.
"Oh, nothing much," Ozzy shrugged his shoulders, both his hands on the wheel. "Just don't want to face the rush."
"Oh, I see," Christine said. "We think that Frank might've had a cramp today."
"You're sure right, he did," Ozzy said. "And, believe it or not…my gun always pulls to the right, oddly enough for some reason."
Mimi simply crosses her arms and legs and looks out the window. "Gee. Why does that not surprise me?" She asked rather sarcastically. "The news will be all over that first thing tomorrow."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault! This germ was bigger than all of us! It's not even from Frank's body! It's like a heavy d-germ, a psychotic germ, that big of a germ!"
"Oz, if I had the power to look into your memories, I'd have to see it for myself, but since I don't, I'm letting you off this time."
"Gees, everything alright there, girl?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
Christine turned her head towards Ozzy and explains, "Mimi's been feeling hot since noon. She's probably just sick, so after you drop me off down at the station, you might think about taking her home soon after."
Ozzy nodded in understanding the situation. "Sure, yeah, okay. My shift is over, anyways." So as soon as Ozzy had dropped Christine off at the station, Ozzy immediately drove back home.
The first thing Mimi did was to drop off her stuff in her room, grabbed some comfortable clothing, and went to the bathroom. Mimi focuses her eyes on the handles of the bathtub, and so the water had started running. She then strips herself of all her clothing and when the tub was full enough, she turns the handles again and took a nice relaxing bath, and soon enough, she felt no longer heating up.
"Funny, maybe I just am getting sick," Mimi pondered. She dips her head into the water and then sticks her head out, pushing her hair back from her face. "Maybe I should think about drinking some extra water tonight and probably go to bed early."
Meanwhile…
"Christine, can I get you to take these files into the file room?"
"Sure thing."
Christine took a huge pile of files and simply made her way into the file room, where she remembered where her Uncle Max once worked at, and simply places the pile on a desk where another cell was working.
"Hey Bill, how's it hanging?"
Bill looked up and smiled up at Christine. "How's it hanging? Well after what your cousin did, I've been getting these files nonstop."
"Sorry about that," Christine said with a sad smile on her face. "But that's just how he is. Thinking that he can simply handle a simple task all by himself."
"Just be glad you're not like him. Thanks for bringing me these files, they're really important."
Christine nodded. "Sure thing. Be seeing ya."
"Same here."
Christine then left the file room and headed back to the front desk where she saw Jim signing a lot of papers.
"Hey Jim, any work for me to do?" Christine asked.
"Yeah, the dishes still need to be tending to in the lounge," Jim explained.
"On it," Christine said. But before she could turn and head for the lounge, she stopped when Jim spoke up.
"You know, you've been working really hard these last few weeks. You must really want to work here, huh?"
Christine smiled. "It's what my dad would've wanted, Jim."
Jim nodded. "He would be awfully proud of you, Christine."
"I know he would," Christine said. She then notices something and then turned to face Jim again. "By the way, have you seen Marc today?"
"Marc? No, haven't seen him. Must be out on patrol with his mother."
Christine nodded. "Okay. Thanks." With that, Christine took off towards the lounge, and from the moment she got there, she saw how the sink was piled up with dishes. She simply sighed and got under the sink, where she put on a pair of rubber gloves…and for some reason a pair of goggles over her eyes.
"Volunteer work is never done."
With that, she simply got to work cleaning up the dishes. After cleaning up the dishes, she simply places each of them in the dish washer. She was humming a happy tune as she was just halfway done. That was when someone walks in.
"Hey, Christine. Man, you're good."
Christine turns her head and saw Jillian Phlemming just walking over towards one of the counters and simply pouring herself some coffee.
"Hey, Ms. Phlemming."
"Please, call me Jillian, honey. If only my husband were alive, I wouldn't have to go back using that name."
"So are you planning on voting for Tom Colonic, then?" Christine asked, simply going back doing her job washing the dishes.
"Yes. I mean, you'd think having a mayor for a brother would be great, but just look at what he's doing to this body. One of these days, my brother is going to be the death of us."
"Preaching the choir on that one, Jillian," Christine said. "Hey, where's Marc? Wasn't he on patrol with you?"
Jillian turned her head and looked over at Christine with a confused look on her face. "Marc? But I thought he wasn't volunteering today."
Christine's eyes widened and turned around to face Jillian. "Wait, what do you mean by that? Mimi told me that Marc told her that he had to changed the plans for their date tonight to tomorrow night because she told me that he told her that you needed his help today."
"What? But he told me he was busy tonight because he needed to study for a test."
"Strange." Christine then turns around and continued working on the dishes.
Why would Marc say to Mimi that he had to do work here and yet he needed to study for a test? Didn't Marc say that Alexis was going to drop him off there? Maybe Marc forgot he had to take a test and so maybe he probably called his mom to tell her that he needed to study. That's must be it. But wait, he actually told Mimi that Alexis was going to drive him even though he usually takes the city bus. Shouldn't he have told Mimi that Alexis would take him home?
Maybe I'm just over-thinking this. Of course he's at home studying. Education is important after all, right?
The Next Day…
"Does this look alright? Ugh, what am I saying? I think I'm overdressed."
"What are you talking about? You look fine."
Mimi was standing before a mirror, and she was simply wearing a pair of blue jeans but with a stitched moon on the right leg, she was wearing her black high-heel boots underneath, and was simply wearing a black vest with a white long sleeve shirt underneath where the sleeves were much longer at the end. She was also wearing a necklace around her neck.
"Are you sure? This is our third date so…"
"So what?"
"Do you even know that in a lot of dates, people actually kiss after their third date?"
"Of course I know that. Just…just be yourself. Simple, got it?"
"Piece of cake, sis."
"Hey there, missy. All set for your date?"
Both girls looked over and saw Ozzy leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed with a smile on his face. Mimi simply nodded, "Does it look like I am?"
Ozzy chuckled and said, "You know, I'm proud of you. All grown up and such. You were actually the more mature out of the three of us these last five years, get what I'm saying?"
Mimi chuckled and crossed her arms. "Then how come you wouldn't let me be the parent, huh?"
"Hey, it's in the paperwork, clear as crystal," Ozzy retaliated. "I'm the legal parent here."
"Hey, you did all you could, alright?"
Ozzy then uncrossed his arms and reaches into his jacket. "Hold up, now. There's something missing there."
"And what's that?"
Ozzy then takes his hand out and Mimi saw that he was holding a fake blue rose with a barrette attached to it. He then walks over to Mimi and simply places the rose in her hair.
"There, matches your jeans," Ozzy said.
Mimi felt the rose with the tip of her fingers and then smiled awkwardly at Ozzy.
"Oz, you're acting as if I'm getting married. It's just a date, nothing fancy."
"True, but on your third date, you're gonna get pretty lucky."
"Funny, that's what Christine told me."
"Hey, you're going to have fun tonight, right?" Christine asked. "Just act normal and you'll be fine."
"Oh trust me, I'm as normal as the both of ya," Mimi said placing both her hands behind her back. Both Christine and Ozzy began to laugh their heads off, and just as they were done, they heard the doorbell ringing.
"That must be him, now," Ozzy said. "I'll get it!"
He then left the bedroom, and Mimi turned to face Christine and simply gave her a smile. "Well, I guess I'll see you later."
"Tell me how it goes, alright?"
Mimi waved a hand up. "Will do." She then walked right out of their bedroom and headed for the front door, where she saw Ozzy and Marc waiting for her. Marc was just wearing a simple black polo shirt but with his sleeves rolled up and dark blue jeans.
"Hey, Mimi. You look pretty tonight."
"Thanks. You look nice, too." Mimi could feel her face burning. She's probably blushing.
"Well, have fun tonight, guys," Ozzy said, simply gesturing Mimi out the door.
Mimi rolled her eyes as Marc took her hand and they both took off. By the time they left, Ozzy reached into his coat pockets and took out his keys. He then called out, "Come on, Christine! We got to get down to the station!"
Christine left her bedroom and walked towards the front door. "I'm ready to go. Do you think Mimi's going to be okay?"
"She'll be fine," Ozzy said, placing a hand on Christine's shoulder. "Why'd you ask?"
"Oh, nothing," Christine simply said with a smile. "I just worry too much. Must be twin telepathy."
"True," Ozzy laughed, as they both exited the house, and after Ozzy locked the door, he and Christine took the car and headed down towards the Immunity station.
At 4:36…
Marc had to borrow his mother's car to Mimi's house, and so he was driving in the down town of Frank City while Mimi was in the passenger's seat. Mimi was merely looking out the window while Marc was focusing his attention on the road while his hand was fidgeting with the radio.
"So, any place where we should go to eat?" Mimi asked.
"I found this nice café around here that'd be perfect," Marc explained. "It has great food, some fun nights, and the works."
Mimi then turned to face Marc as she asked, "As in fun nights, you mean…"
"You know; karaoke, dancing, some small band performances, that kind of stuff," Marc explained, looking over to Mimi before looking back towards the road. "I heard they might be doing karaoke tonight. I saw how interested you were in singing, recently."
Mimi then turned to face the open road ahead of them and said with a smile, "You always know how to push the right buttons, Marc."
Marc nodded. "Well of course I do. Oh, this is the place. Hang on, I'll find some place to park."
Marc started to park the car right by the street outside of a place with a sign above it that says Downtown Frank Café. Marc got out of the car and quickly runs to the other side and opens up the car for Mimi just as she unhooked her seatbelt. She saw him holding his hand out to her.
"Ready?" he asked.
Mimi smiled again and took his hand. Marc pulled her out the car and closes it and so they both walked into the café. Mimi was impressed. The walls were a bright color; there were many tables and chairs, there were even stands and stools where a couple of people were working, and right behind them were small shelves of many different kinds of drinks and above the shelves were a couple of wide mirrors. On the right from them was a door which was obviously where the kitchen and maybe the restrooms are. And near the end of the café was a small stage where there was a karaoke machine hooked up along with a few microphones, where there was a cell singing out loud.
"There's got to be a morning after! If we get closer to the shore!"
Mimi nodded and smile. "Yeah, yeah this place looks alright."
Marc blushes and looks away. "Glad you like it."
"Should we find a place to sit?" Mimi asked.
Marc nodded. "Sure. There's a great place over there."
He led Mimi over to an empty table with some cushioned chairs. As soon as they both took their seats, a female cell with her hair tied in a ponytail walked up with two glasses of iced water and a couple of menus tucked under one of her arms towards where both Mimi and Marc were sitting.
"Hey there, welcome to Downtown Frank Café," she said, placing both glasses in front of them and handed them their menus. "My name is Stacy and I'm going to be your waitress for the night." She reaches into her pocket and takes out a notepad and a pencil. "Now what'll it be?"
And so after browsing through the menus, Mimi simply said, "I'll have an Epipepsi for a drink, and I'll think I'll have a double cheeseburger with fries."
"Anything you like for dessert?"
Mimi shook her head. "No, I'm good. Thank you."
"Yeah, I'll have the nachos with the chili and spices and I'll also have an Epipepsi," Marc said.
They both handed their menus back to Stacy who gladly took them and said, "Okay. I'll be back with your dinners in a few." She then takes off towards the kitchen.
Mimi took a drink of her ice cold water and asked, "So how did you found this place? It's really interesting."
"Oh, nothing special. My mom actually took me out to lunch here sometimes on the weekends whenever we're on patrol," Marc explained. "I know it sounds weird, but hey, I can't complain. Let me know how the food is; it's that great."
Mimi nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." Mimi then began to look around the café. "So what kind of people does this place attract?"
Marc shrugged. "Most of the time cells, white or red. Some germs like to hang out here too, but nothing too violent or too bad, and not too very often. Viruses…don't know. Of all the time I've come here, I've never seen a virus step foot here. Maybe they just lack appetite."
"They don't," Mimi said. "They eat just like us, though they can last longer without food than cells and germs." Her eyes were still browsing the café. There were some red and white blood cells, and a couple of germs, but they were just hanging out with some other cells acting like they're having a good time.
She then watches as a germ walked his way up stage and grabbed a microphone. He then began to sing, though he was mostly singing off-key.
"I doubt germs even know how to sing," Marc admitted.
"You and me both," Mimi replied.
Not too far from where they were though, Mimi could hear a male voice speak out, "And what would you like, mister?"
"I'll just have today's special and…do you have wine here?"
"Of course, sir. We have red wine, white wine…"
"Red wine would do fine."
"Alright, be with you in a few minutes."
Mimi looked across from them, and just couldn't believe what her eyes were showing her. Across the café was a person…though he didn't look like a cell nor did he look like a germ. Mimi saw that he had red skin, has these weird purple locks as if for hair, and has these weird claws, though she instantly notices that one of his index fingers on his left hand seemed longer than the rest. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, so Mimi couldn't see his eyes, but saw he was wearing a long black jacket with a gray turtleneck underneath, with black pants and weird shaped boots.
"Marc, is that a virus there?"
Marc turned his head and his eyes widened a bit. He then turned to Mimi and whispered, "Yeah, that's a virus. No doubt about it. It'd be best just to ignore him. It's funny, though." Marc scratches the back of his head. "I did a lot of research about different types of viruses, but from what I can tell, I've never seen or heard about that kind of guy, before."
"Just drop it, alright? Forget that I asked."
"Sorry."
"No, I should apologize. I didn't mean to say that."
"Here are your dinners, you two."
Both Marc and Mimi saw Stacy coming back with two different trays; one holding their sodas and the other holding their dinners. She gave both of them their dinners and their drinks and places two of the trays under one of her arms.
"Enjoy your dinner, and let me know if you need anything."
"Thank you," Mimi said, just before Stacy took off towards the kitchen again.
And so the two began to eat, and watched as many more people, cells and germs alike, sang their own karaoke songs. Some sing rather well, others not so much. It took about twenty minutes before Marc and Mimi were all done with their dinner. Marc stretched his arms out and groaned.
"Man, did I tell you this food was good or what?"
Mimi nodded. "You did, and you were right, Marc. Maybe I should bring Christine down here, sometime. She'd love it. Oh, and Oz, too."
Marc lowered his arms down and places his hands behind his head. "Yeah. I'm sure they'd love this place. On Saturday nights, they have small bands to perform here."
"Cool." Mimi's smile then turned into a frown when she notices something. "Uh…Marc, what's that on your neck?"
Marc lowered his hands and asked, "What's what on my neck?"
Mimi got up from her chair and walked over to the other side of the table and knelt down next to Marc and she reached her hands up to his collar. She pulled it back a bit, to notice a red mark on the crook of his neck. It looked like it was made from a marker, but Mimi couldn't tell.
"Marc, what's that?"
"Oh, this?" Marc asked, covering up that spot. "Uh…um uh…d-da-darn it! I thought I washed it all away!"
Mimi then stood up and looked down at him. "Washed what away?"
"My mother's lipstick," Marc explained, though he wasn't making eye contact with Mimi. "Before I left, she started smothering me with her lips, and so I had to wash it all off before I could leave. I must've left a spot." Marc started to blush and began to scratch the back of his head. "I told her that I'm too old to be getting kisses, but apparently she doesn't seem to get the message."
Mimi scratches her chin and then shrugged. "True. I mean, look at Oz, for example. Ever since he took us in, he'd thought he could take care of everything for us. He wouldn't even leave the house after 5 o'clock, for crying out loud."
Marc started to laugh while Mimi just giggled. The virus across from them took a sip of his wine as he looked over and saw Marc and Mimi across from him. Hearing them laugh like that was really annoying him. He couldn't actually make out Mimi's face, but then as she turned to her head and started talking to Marc again, he could actually make out most of her face.
The virus scratched his chin. Not a bad-looking cell, but then again he'd seen better. Heck, he's been with several other cells and germs who were much beautiful and prettier than her.
One of the workers at the café got up on the small stage and called out, "Alright, people! Just one more performance! Who's up for singing?"
Marc then called out to Mimi, "Mimi, you should perform! You enjoy singing, so go up there and do it!"
"What?" Mimi shook her head. "No, Marc, I don't think that I can…"
"Sure you can," Marc said. "You're just going to sing one song. Besides, some of these people did good, the germs…not so much, but still, just do your best, okay?"
"Marc, again, I can't sing, especially not in front of these people."
The virus watches their pointless bickering as he finishes the rest of his dinner. It was actually entertaining.
"Come on, Mimi, it's only just for once, then after that, you won't have to perform again," Marc tried to explain as he got up from his chair and places both hands on Mimi's shoulders. "In case you get shy, just look at me and pretend I'm the only one here, okay?"
Then, Mimi let's out a frustrating sigh. "Why bother? Okay, just once, you dig?"
Marc said. "That's the spirit!"
"Last chance, people! Going once…going twice…"
Marc reached for Mimi's hand and lifted it up in the air as he called out, "We have one more right here, good sir!"
The worker looked over and saw Mimi and Marc with their hands up. He places a hand over his eyes and said, "Well, Ill be. We have one more customer who would like to perform. Care to come up on stage, young lady?"
Mimi and Marc lowered their hands and Marc patted Mimi on the back. "Go on. Again, look at me straight in the eye in case you get scared."
"Trust me…I already am."
Mimi then walked on over to the stage and stood in front of the worker. He simply raises his hand and so Mimi took and they both shook hands. "Can I get your name, little lady?"
Mimi took the microphone from him and said, "I'm Mimi…Mimi Jones."
"Jones?" Someone called out. "Like that police officer, Osmosis Jones, that joke of an officer?"
Mimi put on her serious face and said back, "Shut it if you don't want me to do it for you, buddy!"
That same person then stuttered back, "O-Okay, take it easy there!"
The virus rather chuckled under his breathing. This little one sure as a sharp tongue.
The worker then got off the stage and so Mimi was left alone. She gulped and places a hand on her cheek to wipe away any beads of sweat that she head. She was feeling hot again.
"Hey, aren't you gonna sing something!"
"I think she's just like that Jones officer!"
"Wanna bet how badly she'll sing?"
She shook her head and took a deep breath. Mimi then heard the guitar starting playing, and the next time she opened her mouth, she began to sing.
It's too late to change your mind
Even though this fragile world is tearing apart at the seams
You can't wash these sins away
A sinking feeling every day
I'm waking up in someone else's life
Everyone was still talking. She ignored it and began to listen for the right time. Mimi looked over at Marc like he told her to and then she began to sing, if only for him.
Is it so hard for you
Cause it's so hard for me
To believe in what we dreamed
Could ever come to life again
Cause I cannot erase this lie
Everyone then stopped talking and looked over at her. Good. That outta shut them up throughout the song. Mimi tosses her hair back over her shoulders and began to sing again.
I'm not gonna let this day go by
I'm gonna save this wasted life
And nothing can stand in my way
Not enough to say goodbye
Run until there's nothing left
I'm drowning in the mess that I have made
Mimi can hear Marc whistling, shouting out, "Go Mimi!"
The virus leaned against his seat and watches Mimi sing. For a cell, she's not that bad of a singer. He places both his hands under his chin and continued to watch on.
Is it so hard for you
Cause it's so hard for me
To believe in what we dreamed
Could ever come to life again
Cause I cannot erase this lie
Someone hear me
The water's rising around us
There is no other way down
I only have myself to blame
For it all
By now, she can also hear the piano beginning to play. Mimi felt everything around her fade away, and she could feel the darkness surrounding her body, as if there was no one there to sing to, not even Marc. She felt as if she was trapped in her own singing. She feel as if the world around her was spinning. Nonetheless, Mimi continued to sing.
Is it so hard for you
Cause it's so hard for me
To believe in what we dreamed
Could ever come to life again
If I could just erase my mind
But I cannot erase this lie
By the time she was done, Mimi could hear clapping. She snapped out of her world and saw that she was back at the café. A lot of people were clapping, a couple were whistling. She simply smiled and waved.
Just smile and wave, Mimi. Smile and wave.
Mimi could also hear Marc whistle the most. She looked over and saw him whistling followed by clapping.
"Good job, Mimi! Good job!"
Mimi then decided to do a bow and so she did. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something black moving. She turned her head and saw that same virus, only this time he stood up from his seat with his hands out in front of him clapping for her. He was also smiling too.
Gee, and I didn't even know viruses wanted to be part of the crowd, Mimi thought.
Mimi also notices something hanging from one of his wrists. It looked like some kind of long bracelet, but she didn't really care. Mimi then heard footsteps next to her, so she turned and saw her waitress Stacy who was also clapping while making her way towards her.
"Bravo, Ms. Jones. Bravo. Would you mind doing an encore?"
"An encore? You kidding me?" Mimi raised an eyebrow, feeling another bead of sweat going down her face.
Stacy shook her head. "No, I'm not. Just one more song, it's not that hard. Plus, listen to that. They so love you."
Mimi turned away and crossed her arms. "They so do not. They're not even loud enough, which I personally don't care. I only decided to do one song and that's it."
"Oh come on! It's just one last song! I'll tell you what; if you sing one more song, I'll personally pay you for your dinners."
Mimi's eyes wandered over to Stacy and asked, "You will?"
Stacy nodded. "Yep. For tonight only, your dinner is free, but only if you sing."
Mimi sighed. "Fine, but I'm only doing this for the free dinners."
Stacy waved a fist in the air. "Awesome! Alright, show them who's boss!" With that, she walks off the stage and once again Mimi was left alone. She looked over and saw that many cells and germs have gone back eating their dinners. She looked over at Marc and she saw him giving her a thumbs up. Mimi nodded, but couldn't help but to look over at the virus once more.
She narrowed her eyes over to him and saw that he was still standing, and that he was reaching up to his face to remove his sunglasses. Mimi could now feel his eyes burning into her as if his bright yellow eyes were staring at her very soul. Mimi could feel the heat coming back to her, but she ignored it. She narrowed her eyes down at the microphone and heard the piano beginning to play.
Come on, baby. Show me more of what you're made of.
When the piano stopped playing, Mimi closed her eyes and begin to sing into the microphone.
The day starts, the day ends
Time crawls by
Night steals in, pacing the floor
The moments creep,
Yet I can't bear to sleep
Till I hear you sing
Mimi opened her eyes and saw the many eyes looking back at her again just like they did during the last song. She felt something in her throat, but decided to continue to sing.
And weeks pass, and months pass
Seasons fly
Still you don't walk through the door
And in a haze
I count the silent days
Till I hear you sing once more.
And sometimes at night time
I dream that you are there
But wake holding nothing but the empty air
Mimi then felt herself crawling back into her own world of darkness, but this time she wasn't alone. There, standing before her, was her mother and father. She could still remember their faces. Mimi blinked and felt her eyes hurting again, and then sang into microphone again, as if she was singing just for them.
And years come, and years go
Time runs dry
Still I ache down to the core
My broken soul
Can't be alive and whole
Till I hear you sing once more
And music, your music
It teases at my ear
I turn and it fades away and you're not here
Mimi instantly reached her hand out, hoping to even touch her parents, but they simply faded away, along with her little world once more, and found herself back at the café, where many people were still watching her sing. She lowered her hand and began to sing again, but this time with so much passion, yet she still kept her figure.
Let hopes pass, let dreams pass
Let them die
Without you, what are they for?
I'll always feel
No more than halfway real
Till I hear you sing once more!
A lot of cells started to clap for her, those they still remain in their seats. A few even whistled. Marc was clapping and whistling the most.
"Yeah! That's my girl there!" he called out.
Mimi smiled and bowed again. She then began to rub her eyes. Why are they hurting so much? When she leaned back up, she heard a voice next to her.
"A deal's a deal." Mimi turned her head and saw Stacy standing before her, with her arms crossed, but with a smile on her face. "See? Told you they love you. And now you won't have to worry about paying for your dinners. They're on me."
Mimi nodded. "Thanks." Mimi then puts down the microphone and walked over to Marc. "So do you really think I did…"
She was cut short when Marc leaned close to her to the point where his lips were on hers. It lasted about half a minute before he leaned back with a smile on his face. "You were beautiful, tonight."
Mimi smiled and returned the favor by wrapping her arms around him and simply hugged him back. "Oh, and the dinner was free tonight."
"Really? That's also cool." They both pulled away and stared at each other in the eyes for a minute before sounds of someone clapping snapped them out of their little trance. They both looked where it was coming from and saw that same red virus standing before them. He stopped clapping, yet let out a small chuckle.
"That was very beautiful tonight, young lady. You must feel so proud of yourself today," he simply said.
"Th-Thanks," Mimi almost stuttered. However, Marc simply wrapped an arm around her in a protective grip. Mimi's eyes widened a bit out of shock. "Uh, Marc, what the heck do you think you're doing?"
"I don't trust this guy," Marc admitted. "He's a virus, remember?"
"He was just complimenting me, Marc. That doesn't count as being bad now, is it?"
"It still pays to be careful, though."
Mimi simply pushed him away from her and looked back at the virus. "Sorry about my boyfriend here. He volunteers for the Immunity."
"Mimi!"
"No, no, it's quite alright, baby," The virus said as he eyed down on the chain that was wrapped around his right wrist. "It's natural to be careful around viruses like myself, but you can relax; I'm not gonna cause any harm here."
Marc merely crossed his arms and glared at the virus. "Right."
The virus ignored him and took a couple steps towards Mimi and simply held his hand up. "My name is Thrax."
Mimi also held up her hand and let Thrax hold it. "I'm Mimi."
"I know, you announced it right before you sang," Thrax said, pulling Mimi's hand closer to him as he leaned down and places his lips over her hand.
"You're not a music contractor, are you?" Mimi asked. "Because if this is some ploy to get me to start a music career, I'm not interested at the moment."
Thrax drew away and chuckled. "No, baby, I'm nothing of the sorts. Just thought I'd get acquainted with myself. I'm quite new here in this body, after all."
"I seemed to notice," Mimi said. "If a virus were to be loose in the body, I would've known one way or another."
"Like through me?" Marc asked, but in a rather harsh tone.
Thrax lets go of Mimi's hand and puts on his sunglasses. "It was nice meeting you, baby, but right now, I'm gonna find a place to stay and have some errands to run. Who knows, maybe we'll meet again soon."
With that, Thrax walked off towards the exit while humming a tune. Mimi recognized it from the song Fever, but she only heard the song a few times to even understand the words.
"I could've sworn that Thrax might've been up to something," Marc said.
"If he was that bad, do you think he would've just taken this whole place down?" Mimi asked.
Marc uncrossed his arms as he said, "True, but again, it pays to be careful around guys like him. For all we know, he could be the Ebola virus." Marc then took Mimi by the hand. "Come on, I'll take you home."
Sometime Later…
Marc stopped the car right in front of Mimi's house. He then turned to her and kissed her on the lips once more. He then pulled away and said, "Other than meeting that virus, tonight wasn't actually that bad, at all."
Mimi nodded. "For now, just stop talking about Thrax. I had fun tonight, as well. I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay?" With that, Mimi gave Marc one last smile before stepping out of the car and walked towards the front door. She reaches into her pocket and took out a key, and then unlocked the door. She then gave Marc a wave before closing the door.
Mimi leaned back against the door and slid down onto the floor with a blush on her face.
"That was actually my first kiss…Wow…" Mimi then looked down at the back of one of her hands. It was the same hand that Thrax had kissed. She places another hand over it and could've sworn that she could feel some kind of heat radiating from it. She let out another sigh.
"If Oz and Christine found out, they're gonna be all over my back. What's tomorrow, again? Oh right, Thursday. And then after Friday, we get to go on that break." Mimi then got up and walked towards the living room. "Hello? Anyone home?" When she couldn't hear a reply, she assumed that Christine and Ozzy are still out. She then looked over at the clock. It reads 6:30. So she was out for almost two hours.
So, with nothing better to do, Mimi sat down on the couch and simply turned on the TV.
"Law & Order: Special Cells Unit marathon is brought to you by the letter H."
Mimi raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
Meanwhile…
Marc had just waved back at Mimi before she had entered her house. He smiled and blushed a bit, but then his smiled turned into a frown and so he leaned his head back and rubbed his face with a hand.
"Ugh, what am I going to do?" Then, Marc could hear his cell phone going off. He reaches into his pocket and took it out. He saw who was calling and so he answered it. "Hello? Marc here. Hey. Yeah, I just dropped her off at her house. Yeah. Okay, I'll be over there soon. Wait for me, okay? Okay, bye."
With that, Marc hung up and shoves his phone back into his pocket. He then sighed and looked back at the house.
"I'm sorry, Mimi," Marc said. "But you're not that good of a kisser than I thought."
With that, Marc started up the car and began to take off at such a fast speed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Uh-oh. What's up with Marc's behavior? And just what is going on around here?
The next chapter is going to focus on Christine and Ozzy, and also the debut of Drix! To give you all a heads up, the events of the next chapter is going to take place during the events of this chapter when Mimi left on her date with Marc and when Christine and Ozzy left for the Immunity Station.
I'm updating this now because it might take a while to upload the next chapter. Is it just me, or are these chapters just keeps getting longer and updating more than I had intended?
As for Mimi singing, I tried my best not to make the crowd go crazy over her, and just try to make it minimal, just so people wouldn't think the wrong idea of Mimi.
The songs used for this are 'Erase This' by Evanescence from their newest album, and also 'Till I Hear You Sing' from Andrew Webber's Love Never Dies. If you have never heard these songs before, I'd recommend you do. They're that great.
Until next time, my dear fellow readers.
