Blurred Reality

Chap. 11

Pop-Ups Are So Annoying

"That was beyond crazy!" Kelly broke the silence as we headed back to our hotel room.

Nodding I replied, "I know, I have no idea what he was thinking but to be honest I think he did the right thing…"

Kelly slid the card key into the door and when we entered I nearly gasped.

Criss was sitting on Kelly's bed with what appeared to be a pink hair extension clip in his right hand.

"What the- what are you doing here?" My hand found my heart immediately and Kelly ran up to him to snatch the pink extension out of his grip.

Criss laughed at her quick response and noted, "Pink suites you well, you should wear that on our next date?"

Kelly blushed from head to toe and muttered, "Thanks."

"I'm actually here to take Melissa out… if you don't mind Kelly?" His eyes searched hers for a moment and she shrugged.

"Sharing is caring." She joked as her fingers untangled the small synthetic fibers of the extension piece.

Criss chuckled and stood up from her bed.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously. "Should I change?"

He shook his head. "No, you're fine. Come on, follow me."

His hand found mine in an instant and after we said good-bye to Kelly we headed out the door.

Criss explained to me that he needed to get something out of his room before we left and I hesitated for a minute by the door before he invited me inside.

"Come on in. It'll only take me a second, I KNOW I left my cell phone in here…" He walked further into his VIP suite and I paused a moment to glance around. It wasn't like I what had seen on MindFreak. I guess his suite had been moved for the show. I walked further into the large sitting area and took a seat on a plush off white couch. Criss headed off into his bed room and I heard a cat meow softly. Off on the side of the wall I noticed an arcade game with a punching bag and it made it giggle to myself. His voice echoed quietly from his bedroom and I knew he must have found his phone because it sounded like he was already taking a missed call.

A few minutes passed by and I noticed that a slim laptop was open on the coffee table in front of me. Out of boredom and partial curiosity I moved the mouse and saw a browser was open for his Criss Angel website. It looked much different from what I was used to. I guess he was in the process of making updates of sort. The browser on the bottom of the screen was closed and half read EHARM.

Hmmm… that looked all too familiar.

DON'T DO IT, THAT'S PERSONAL! My conscious kicked in as my hand hesitated over the mouse.

Criss was still in the middle of what sounded like an important conversation and I could heard Hammie purring.

Just one peak…

I clicked open the link and gasped a little too loud to be considered "sneaky".

You've got to be fucking kidding me? My hand shook as I covered my mouth.

My Eharmony profile was right before my eyes and the second I went to ex out of it I heard Criss shut his bedroom door and end his call.

"You ready?" He questioned as he strolled up me.

I must have looked like a deer caught in head lights but I tried to calmly replied, "Umm, Yeah… let's go."

Criss glanced down at his laptop and closed it shut. "Alright…" He paused for a moment and then took a seat on the couch next to me.

"Where are we going?" I asked again.

His brown eyes stared deep into mine and I felt myself grow nervous.

"Nowhere. I decided we should stay in…"

"Stay in?" I half smiled as my palms grew clammy.

Criss shut his eyes for a moment and drew in a deep breath. "Yeah, stay in. I think that you and I REALLY have a lot to talk about."

She gazed up at me with the most non-convincing innocent look I had seen in long time. "Okay, sure. What do you want to know?"

I rubbed my hands on the sides of my thighs and thought for a moment before I spoke. "Honestly, I want to know why you didn't just reply to my request on Eharmony?"

There, I tossed it out. Fuck it.

Melissa bugged her eyes out for a second and then brushed a fallen hair behind her ear.

"Seriously… what are you talking about?"

I squared my eyes at her for a moment and she sighed. "Okay, okay. I admit it… I was snooping on your computer…" She confused.

I laughed. "I'm not upset. I probably would have done the same thing. I just want to know why you had to be bitch about it?"

"A bitch about what?!" She folded her arms against her chest in defense.

"About my message to you on the website…" I gestured over to the computer.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh come on! Was I really supposed to believe that you had an Eharmony account! Yeah right!"

"Well, I mean… yes and no. I have several accounts. I have a face book, myspace, twitter… a website. Why not Eharmony?" I rambled.

She laughed. "You don't reply to ANYONE on your website or your face book and then like-"

"You don't know that for a fact." I snapped.

"Whatever. Put yourself in my shoes for a moment..." She glanced away from me and the room got silent.

She was right. I knew she was right, I had absolutely no leg to stand on whatsoever. I just REALLY wanted this whole fucking VH1 show to be done with, I wanted to find the perfect girl already and so far, Melissa and I already had a connection outside of the camera man and VH1 sign ups so it seemed too good to be true.

"I'm sorry I called you a poser." She laughed with her eyes still focused on the ground.

I wasn't too sure if she was being rudely sarcastic or if she was making a joke.

"It's alright. I guess I just need to get over that shit." Resting my head on the palm of my hand I glanced over at the wall and wondered how much easier my life would be if I was just an average guy with a regular 9-5pm job.

Maybe dating would be a hell of a easier but my mind would be a hurricane of useless creative diarrhea. Hmmm… not worth it…

Damn that wall was too white, it was starting to hurt my eyes.

How long was this room going to be quiet? Shit!

Say something, Criss!

"Are you-" I started but she cut me off.

"Is that all you brought me on this "date" for, was to question me about this crap?"

"No, I did want to spend time with you." I replied honestly.

She chewed her bottom lip and sighed. "Well, I think you really need to get over yourself before I can make that happen."

"What?" I muttered.

When did this conversation make that drastic of turn?

"Just think about it. I'll be in my room. You can send me home anytime you'd like. After all that's what we are, your puppets."

And with that she stormed out of my room, leaving me alone with the blinding white wall.

PLEASE NOTE: IT HAS BEEN RECENTLY BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION BY A READER THAT IN BOTH MY STORIES (LUCKY 13 AND BLURRED REALITY) THAT I HAVE "GOTTEN CRISS' MIDDLE NAME WRONG"... THAT IS NOT CORRECT, I DO IN FACT KNOW THAT HIS TRUE MIDDLE IS NICHOLAS... HOWEVER FOR FANFICION AND FICTIONAL PURPOSE I HAVE MADE HIS CHARACTER HAVE THE MIDDLE NAME OF ANTHONY... I AM SORRY IF THIS HAS MADE ANYONE CONFUSSED OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT. USUALLY I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH WRITING NON-MOVIE CHARACTER FANFICTIONS SO I DECIDED TO MAKE A SLIGHT CHANGE IN HIS NAME. THAT'S ALL. LOL! SO I AM TIRED OF GETTING FLAMES ABOUT IT. I DID IT ON PURPOSE!!! ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU FOR READING!

Always,

Deppependant