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Room to be Ourselves
Twilight Poet: Hey everyone! I'm SORRY it took so long for the last chapter but I've just started grade 11 and you have no idea how hard it is! They gave me a bag full of homework on the first day back! School is evil…
Chapter 10
Money's funny in a rich man's world
It wasn't long before they stopped at a flashy building covered with colourful lights and topped with a large neon girl in a suggestive position. Konna and Tanya froze.
"We're going in there?" murmured Tanya, wide-eyed.
"Yup," Enrique chuckled, "This is our usual hang-out."
"Aren't we underage?" frowned Konna, hoping for a way out.
The group laughed and Tyson lightly punched her on the back.
"Don't worry, Robert owns this place, you won't miss out of anything!"
As he lead them towards the door, the girls didn't know whether to whimper at what was about to come or laugh their heads off at the thought of Robert in a Strip club. Instead they settled for a muffled squawk and ducked under Tyson's arms.
Tala sneered, "Feeling a little jumpy are you?"
"Nooooooo," mused Konna, her eye twitching slightly. They were treading on dangerous ground.
Suddenly Oliver and Kai broke away from the group, each walking in opposite directions. Konna thought quickly. They didn't know anything about Oliver, but even less about Kai…
"HEY OLIVER!" She grabbed Tanya, pulling her away from a glaring competition with Tala.
There were hisses and mutters behind them, but they were easy to ignore. The French boy stopped and waited for the girls to catch up.
He grinned, "I guess we have the same opinion about places like that?"
The girls laughed nervously and followed him down the street.
"So where are we going?" asked Tanya.
Oliver paused for a moment, his ears turning slightly pink. He muttered something incoherent (that sounded an awful lot like: Well… was…. until… you… along…) before, almost randomly, spluttering out the name of a bar near-by. Shrugging, the girls dropped back and let him lead.
"So what are we going to do when the schools merge?" whispered Tanya.
"I don't know," Konna sighed, "Let's just thank God, Ollie was here to save us from a fate worse than death!"
They were walking past the art museum when Tanya tapped Konna on the shoulder, "Speaking of said Hero, check out his expression."
Oliver was staring at the museum, his eyes slightly glazed over with longing.
"Oliver?" called Tanya, "Do you wanna get something to eat?"
"Yea…sure…"
"Can you pay?"
"Right, ok…"
Konna raised an eyebrow, "Hey Ollie, we're gonna dye your hair neon orange, sell your hat and uses your small intestine to make a banjo so we can dance on your bloody corpse. It's that ok?"
"Whatever you want…"
Tanya sniggered, "Oliver? Do you want go look at the art?"
"YES!" Next thing the girl knew, the were being dragged into the museum by the ecstatic Greenette, who was taking the steps three at a time.
"WHOA!" cried Konna, as she bumped into people, poles and various other objects. Tanya was fairing no better and they both collapsed when they reached the top.
Now inside the beloved building, Oliver seemed to regain his composer, or in other words, he was no longer drooling like a lunatic and jumping about like a sugar-high rabbit. They spent a while walking around the halls, it was lucky both they girls had their own special liking for art. Konna loved the surrealism and Tanya, the sculptures. Oliver flittered from on art piece to another like a boy in-love, whispering to himself in French, "merveilleux! Beau! Magnifique! Amoureux de ceci!"
(please forgive mistakes, they don't teach French at my school so I had to get this off the internet… stupid school)
Suddenly Tanya spotted the clock of the wall near-by, "OHMIGOD! KONNA! OLIVER!"
"Yea?"
"Oui? …I mean, Yes?"
"We were meant to be back by now!"
They both stared at her for an instant before they all bolted for the door, shoving people past as they went.
"Fâché! I'm sorry! Please forgive me! Pardonner! Excuse moi!"
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"
"MY BAAAAAAD!"
They practically flew down the steps and into the street, but despite the fact his concentration was mainly on dodging things as he ran, Oliver quickly slipped short glances at the two 'boys' running with him, his mind whirling with that once, small, insignificant memory:
"OHMIGOD! KONNA! OLIVER!"
"Konna? Maybe it was a slip of the tongue?" mused part of Oliver's mind. "But what kind of slip?" Questioned another part, "a mere slip, or an accidental truth?" He continued to ponder, and decided on not saying anything until he was sure…
The girls, oblivious to their mistake, charged on. They weren't sure why, it wasn't like they were looking forward to what waited for them back at school. Roger and his cronies… would they recognize them? If he did, they were as good as doomed, there was no way Roger would keep a secret for them.
Kai was already waiting outside when they reached the brightly coloured building.
"Well?" asked Konna, "Where are they?"
Kai looked at her and raised his eye brow, "if you want to go in there and dragged them out, be my guest."
Konna paled and looked up at the neon sign. She loosed her tie than took off her jacket, handing it to Tanya, she took a breath. "I'll be back."
Tanya watched the small figure vanish among the crowds and smirked. Minutes passed and her smiled began to fade. What was going on in there? She handed Konna's jacket to Oliver and made to run in when Kai stopped her.
"Don't," he said simply.
Tanya starred at the strange blunette that always seemed to know what was going on. Nodding she backed off, Konna wouldn't be impressed if she knew her friend hadn't trusted her to do the job.
Oliver handed back the jacket, "Kai's right," he said. His eyes narrowed, "I'm sure Konna will be fine…"
Tanya stared at him, "You mean Kon right?"
Oliver grinned, "Yes, sorry. Kon. My mistake."
He backed away, still grinning to himself. So his suspicions were correct. Tan had denied the name, but the French boy had seen the flash of fear that clouded her eyes than vanished as quickly as it had come. Now that he understood, Oliver wondered how he could not have noticed before. He watched Tan out of the corner of his eye. The way she stood, turned her head, even the way she paced up and down, nibbling her thumb. How could he have missed it?
As Oliver pondered, Tanya worried and Kai (seemingly) slept standing, another drama was unfolding in the depths of bright colours, intense heat, little clothing and loud music.
Konna was LOST.
She'd charged into the crowd, head high, expecting to stalk in, grab the guys, and drag them out. She hadn't expected the place to be so bloody big! She loosened her tie a little more, bloody hell, it was hot! Suddenly she was confronted by two tall women, who might have been beautiful if there clothing hadn't practically screamed the word SLUT!
"Hey there Junior." One pouted, "Aren't you a little young to be around here."
There high pitched giggling hurt Konna's ears and she rolled her eyes, "I'm a friend of Roberts."
"Oh reeeeeeeally!" asked the other stripper, a glint in her eyes, "Well in THAT case…"
She leaned over to pull Konna towards her. Startled, Konna jumped backwards and tripped over a drunk that some one hadn't thrown out yet. With a loud curse, she fell backwards and knocked over a table. It was like a game of dominos! The plate on the table went flying across the room and smacked a man in the face. He blinked once and fell like a stone, bumping into another man who fell over the front of the bar.
The bartender growled and threw him back, but not before he had knocked one of the many glassed lined up. It fell, and smashed into the next, which smashed into the next. Smash smash smash smash smash smash smash smash smash. Konna what it all with humor and confusion. The final glass fell of the bench and, instead of smashing, rolled across the floor, right under a waiter's foot. Of course, he slipped! The bucket of ice he was carrying flew threw the air with the greatest of ease, sending ice flying everywhere. One young girl screamed as a cube fell down her top and she jumped around, trying to get it out – refusing the help offered by most of the guys around her. Her flapping arms, elbowed one of the men in the head and he fell backwards onto another table. The ashtray on the table soared off, its contents landing in the large, fluffy wig of a dancer. As soon as she realized her head was on fire, she began shrieking like a banshee, running around, setting fire to everything else; looking very much like a psychotic bird. Konna sniggered, well that was one was to win a war, Bombard the enemy with flaming chickens and wait for them to do their work. She'd have to send a message to the president with her idea. (Sorry chicken lovers!)
Finally the fire alarm came on and the sprinklers popped out, wetting everyone. Konna smiled, this had turned out well. No only had she survived coming into this Gods forsaken place, The very guys she'd been looking for had spotted her just before the woman had attacked her, and were now staring at her, their clothes drenched and faces twitching slightly.
"HI!" she waved from her spot on the floor, "We're late! I came to get you!"
"Did you have to burn the place down to get our attention?" Johnny yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders and yanking her to her feet.
Konna took his face in her hands and rocked his head back and forth, "relax!"
Lee cut in before Johnny could explode, "You know, we're gonna have to tell Robert who burnt his building down…"
"More punishments," Konna scowled, "Gak! Well let's go than."
Tanya breathed a sigh of relief as the drenched, grumpy Konna trudged out of the building, followed by the others. People had suddenly come screaming from the building and she'd feared the worst.
"KON!" she cried, "What the HELL happened in there?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," she soggy friend muttered and continued walking. Tanya didn't push the matter, she could always drag the information from one of the guys later. She didn't tell Konna about Oliver either, but why bother? She'd dealt with that…
During the walk back, Konna seemed to cheer up a bit and, to the beat of their fast pace, began singing one of her favorite short songs; The Colorectal Surgeon. (A doctor that works on the inside of your butt… fascinating, no?)
We praise the Colorectal Surgeon
Misunderstood and much maligned
Slaving away in the heart of darkness
Working where the sun don't shine!
Tanya recognized the song, burst out laughing, and joined in.
Respect the Colorectal Surgeon
It's a calling few would crave
Lift up your hands and join us
Let's all do the finger wave!
When it comes to spreading joy
There are many techniques
Some spread joy to the world
And others just spread cheeks
Some may think that their dentist
Is their best friend
But the Colorectal Surgeon knows
He'll get you in the end!
Why be a Colorectal Surgeon?
It's one of those mysterious things
Is it because in that profession
There are always openings
When I first met a Colorectal Surgeon
He did not quite understand
I said, Hey! It's nice to meet you
But do you mind if we don't shake hands?
He sailed right through medical school
Because he was a whiz
But he never thought of psychology
Though
he read passages
A doctor he wanted to be
For golf he loved to play
But this is not quite what he meant
By 18 holes a day!
We praise the Colorectal Surgeon
Misunderstood and much maligned
Slaving away in the heart of darkness
Working where the sun don't shiiiiine!
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Twilight Poet: THERE WE GO! And for one lucky reviewer, there will be a special surprise with the next chapter! What will it be? FIND OUT MEXT TIME ON ROOM TO BE OURSELVES!