Hey y'all,

I would have had this on sooner if I didn't write in my binder and that binder just so happens to be at my school. Moral of this story…either bring home the binder or pages that I wrote on or just to write at home.

Piece of advice for all the girls out of there looking for boyfriends…make sure that you go out with somebody whose parents don't get mad if you break up. That happened to me and my boyfriend's mom came and talked with me during work. It was HORRIBLE!!!

Dedicate this chapter to my three reviewers, Dudett Angel, AngeloftheOpera and LUVaPhantomstory. They brightened my boring week at school with their reviews!

Disclaimer: If I WAS one to own the Phantom of the Opera… I wouldn't let anybody write fanfictions on it for fear of what they might think, but considering that I'm writing one so said fanfictions just proves that I own nothing.

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Erik watched Christine get greeted by that…that….that FOP!!!! How could she even be attracted in the slightest bit to him, with his straightened hair with WAY TOO MUCH hairspray and his addiction to cherry lipstick. WAIT A MINUTE…Christine hardly uses any makeup…why is there a lot more cosmetics on the dressing table then usual. Little did he know, he wasn't the only one who was great at sneaking around the opera house…

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The cousins had lit all the other candles and were ready for Erik and his "crush".

"Wait…doesn't Raoul want to take Christine out for dinner after the performance?" Ash asked.

"Obviously you haven't read the book. He does, but I've made sure that he's way too distracted to even ask the question. He can't take her out for dinner if he can't ask the question." Renée answered.

"What did you do, Renée?" Jess asked, looking quite fearful at the moment.

"Nothing that our "lovable" Raoul can't have a heart attack over." Laughing almost evilly, Renée went back in to the kitchen, and took everything that she had made and placed it on plates that were shining after a REALLY long scrub in hot water and soap. After everything was done, Christine WAS going out to a restaurant, only in Erik's, who she believes is her "Angel of music", house.

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Back in the dressing room…

"Oh, Mademoiselle, where is your scarf?" Raoul asked coming into the room. Erik, still hidden behind the mirror, went pale, if that's even more possible, with fury.

"Monsieur?" Christine asked.

"I was only nine when you dropped it into the sea and I ran and retrieved it." Raoul answered.

"Oh, so it is you, Raoul!" Christine draped her arms around Raoul. Erik winced.

"You have to let me take you out to supper, Christine. You are simply way too thin. Are you anorexic? Or are you bulimic? I tried both but sadly they didn't work out to great." Raoul sulked for a thousandth of a second at the "sad" memory, the fact that he almost died. (AN. Too bad he didn't. oh well, now he gets to be ridiculed by all the fop haters) "GASP… that colour of eye shadow is definitely not right for you. AND THAT LIPSTICK is only a good shade for me." And with this small outburst/ close to heart attack, Raoul picked up the cherry lipstick, and smeared it all over his lips. Erik was about to vomit…or die of laughing. "We'll have to buy you a different shade. Unfortunately, the makeup stores are closed right now so I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and we'll go find the perfect shade…even if it takes all day." And with that, Raoul strolled out of the dressing room, obviously forgetting that he had just asked Christine out to dinner. Erik thought that this was his chance.

After getting into her nightgown, Christine was just strolling to the vanity once more to check if she had done everything she needed to do in order to go to bed, when suddenly she heard the familiar voice of her teacher calling out to her. Looking all of a sudden, very happy, she walked over to the center of the dressing room.

"Christine, do you want to meet me? I mean in person." Erik threw down the flash cards Renée gave him.

"Angel, is it really you? OF COURSE I want to meet you." Christine said.

"Look at your face in the mirror. I'm there inside." Erik sang. Pushing the button that moves the mirror, Erik watched Christine walk slowly as in a trance toward him. Taking her hand, he led her down to his house, again for lack of a better word, and took her inside. The aroma of freshly cooked chicken smelled amazing. And even better, no sign of the mysterious girls he had only met that day. Erik brought Christine to the table where the first appetizer was already there; the light salad. It wasn't huge as appetizers tended not to be but since Erik didn't know anything about what the meal contained, he could only plead that this wasn't the main course. There were lit candles in the center of the table which produced a relaxed ambiance. How did three girls from the future know how to romance, 19th century style? Erik thought to himself while watching Christine take the first bit of the salad. She was gorgeous in this lighting. Erik managed to slip a few mouthfuls of salad in before he realized he had eaten the entire plate. The salad had a bit of a tang to it from spices he couldn't name. Christine picked up the conversation as Erik listened intently. Then Ash and Jess came out of the kitchen holding the next course; vegetables on sticks with pieces of chicken stuck randomly on. Erik saw that Ash came to him with a note in her hand, cleverly hidden half underneath the plate. In the mixture of lifting and placing the new dish in front of them, Erik noticed that they had perfect coordination skills. I'll ask how they got this skill when Christine is gone back to her dorm.

Returning to the kitchen, Ash and Jess immediately spilled what they had overheard. Renée thought that this topic of what Christine learned from Madame Giry was a relatively comfortable topic considering the two of them both have a friendly relationship with her. Renée's only frightening moment of that night would be if Christine and Erik ran out of topics to talk about.

Erik opened the note on his lap and read quickly. It was relatively short.

Erik,

Here are some tips.

1)DO NOT keep Christine overnight. It'll only cause grief and a grudge in your relationship.

2)DO NOT offer to show her the doll made of her in that wedding dress. Even if you DO find it. (I hid it)

3)There is a necklace coming with the final dessert. Ask her if she would wear it to show your care towards her. DO NOT MENTION that you love her, in ANY way.

That's all for now. We'll talk to you later.

Renée

Ash

Jess

Erik lifted his head quickly after reading the note. Finishing of his final appetizer, he talked to Christine about her ballet lessons and her amazing debut as a leading lady. The rest of the dinner came and went. Conversation stayed at the comfortable level and as promised, Ash slipped Erik the necklace into his hand without Christine seeing. Leading her back to her dressing room, Erik put his arm around her waist in a gentle yet protective motion. Erik gave Christine the necklace which had a pendant of silver to accent her neck, and she gladly accepted to wear it as a symbol of his care. Closing the mirror with one final wave to Christine, Erik returned to his house in a thoroughly better mood.

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So what did you think?

REVIEW RESPONSES!!!!

AngeloftheOpera: see? Ok not a lot of Raoul bashing but still it revealed his EXTREME foppish side. Thanks for the review!

Dudett Angel: Is this soon? Only 2 weeks later? Ok I did write this at school then went on spring break, with the entire story left at school! Thanks for the review!

LUVaPhantomstory: I did make this a bit longer but I still wanted to resist my bad habit of rambling while writing. I'll try to make the next one even longer. Thanks for the review!

Well, until next time,

SOPROL

PS. please review. It makes me happy!