Queen of Hearts
Sequel to Lucky 13
Chap. 28
My mom insisted on that fact that Criss and I come back to her place for a "home cooked" dinner to celebrate the news. We didn't leave Oprah's bash until about 8:30pm and by the time we made it over to moms it was nearing a quarter past 9.
Glancing at the clock she frowned. "I hope you two don't mind leftover spaghetti? I made a huge pot of it last night figuring that it could carry me out through the week."
I smiled widely as I took a seat at the kitchen table. "I don't mind it all, you know how much I love your cooking."
Criss mirrored my response while busied himself with his phone. "That sounds great, Linda. Thank you."
While my mom dished us all bowls of her famous meal and reheated it in the microwave we chatted about the more than Mindfreakish performance that Criss had put on for us and millions of others watching.
"So why didn't you tell me that you were going blow up?" My eyes narrowed as a blow of hot pasta was set before me.
Criss forked his spaghetti and decided to let it cool a moment before taking a bite. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
"What do you mean?" My mom asked before I could.
"The 3rd barrel wasn't supposed to ignite. It was supposed to stay 'safe' and still standing after the other two were caught on fire. I don't know what happened. Doug told me that the gasoline lines must have ran too close together. I really don't see that possible unless the crew read my directions wrong." He chewed.
"Well, I'm glad you made it out in time!" I gasped. "What the hell, that's not right… what if something horrible happened?"
My mom cleared her throat trying to erase the tension that was developing between us. "It's not his fault Sarah, calm down. Everything is fine. Criss, I think that you did an outstanding job on your stunt. How did you reappear on the stage?"
He winked at her. "I wish I could reveal that one. In due time, maybe I will."
I rolled my eyes. Why did my mom even bother asking?
"Oh, Sarah… did you ever figure out who those roses were from?" My mom asked curiously as reached in the center of the table for the parmesan cheese.
Shaking my head I replied, "No, I have no idea."
Criss shot me a interested look. "Roses?"
"Yeah, Ashley from crew came by and handed me a bouquet of red roses. At first I automatically thought that they were from you but she said that they were from someone in the crowd. I dunno, someone in row 3 or something. I looked and didn't see anyone familiar."
His eyes squinted in obvious thought. "You don't think that they were from-"
"I didn't see him anywhere." I cut him off already knowing what he was getting at.
"Yeah, me either. I didn't see that TMA fag anywhere or him. Some cowards they are." Criss chuckled.
"TMA?" My mom seemed to state more than question. "That's that Mystical Avenger guy, right?"
We both nodded.
"Yeah, yeah. I know who he is!" She paused to laugh. "I've seen him around here before. What was it, about a month or so ago… I don't know much about him, besides his ridiculous mask and dog piss platinum blonde hair."
Criss bubbled over in laughter. "Shit that's funny! At least I look good."
I sighed at his cocky attitude and my mom tossed out her hands as if to display a scale.
"This is that TMA moron…" She put her hand down towards the floor. "And this is you." She raised her other up above her head. "Yeah, you've got him blown outta the water. I'm pretty sure is only in twenties too. I'd be boastful about the situation."
Great, there we go AGAIN with my mom trying to get in my boyfriends pants. Dear God… so help me, if she wasn't my mom!
Criss smirked smugly and replied, "His battleship as been destroyed."
My mom giggled and returned. "Game over."
Feeling totally lost in their ridiculous conversation I chimed in, "Soooo… mom, thanks for the dinner."
"Aw, no problem honey. Hey, did you go to the doctors yet?" She questioned.
Whew, new topic.
Criss glanced my way excitedly.
"No, I haven't. I just took a test last week and-"
"Whoa, what? Wait, You took the test LAST week and I'm just finding this out TODAY?" He pushed his bowl away and it clinked loudly against the tables candle center piece.
My mom dropped her mouth open in reaction to the dramatic response.
"Well, I didn't want to freak you out." I started. "And with everything else going on, you know…"
"With Holly?" My mom interjected quietly.
My eyes shut wishing that she hadn't butted in.
"Yeah, mom… with Holly and other things."
"What other things?" Criss questioned attempting to be calm.
I shrugged loosely. "Just your work and schedule. I wasn't too sure if you'd be excited or annoyed."
He turned away from me seeming to more annoyed at the fact that I said that he would be "annoyed" than anything else.
My mom stayed silent and began to clear away the table now appearing as if she knew her place.
Criss picked at his thumb nail and replied, "Well, I'm happy that you finally decided to tell me instead of hiding it from me. I guess, there really isn't any sense in being upset in it anymore. It's done and over with now. As for Holly, you know we are just taking that one day at a time and that's all we really can do, since you are so convinced on NOT taking my word that I didn't fuck her."
I heard a plate slam in the sink and my mom whispered, "Oops."
"And, about my schedule and my work," He continued. "I am willing to make any sacrifice, even if they are detrimental to my career for this child. I want to give it the world. I will give it the world. Understood?"
"Yeah, totally." I nodded as I reached for his hand. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."
"Alright, knock off the 'Day's of Lives' crap, who wants some celebration pecan pie?!" My mom turned around with a dull knife in her hand.
Three barrels… check. Gasoline… check. Timer counted down to zero… check. Matches? Well, there was a butane lighter… so, check. Skulls? No, skulls. Oh well. And… No church. Roses, ugh… DOUBLE check. Fire and being worried for Criss, TRIPLE check. I laid in bed that night trying to compare my recent nightmares with that day and it was uncanny how similar it all seemed. The only thing that kept on nagging at my brain was the reason as to why I was STILL having the damned dream. If the day was so much like my nightmare, then why was the same vision impairing my sleep? I rolled over and checked my phone on my mom's guestroom's nightstand. It read:
1:20am and;
3 NEW TEXT MESSAGES
3 new texts? It was 1am? Who was trying to get a hold me?
NEW TEXT FROM MOM:
10:46am
-HEY, IT'S MOM, WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING YOU PHONE?! I'M IN LINE WITH LIKE 100 ZIL. PPL, PICK UP ALREADY!!! LUV YOU!-
I laughed quietly as I remember my moms face through the crowd earlier that day.
NEW TEXT FROM BRANDON:
11:00pm
-Sarah, this is important, I need u to call me ASAP!-
NEW TEXT FROM PRIVATE CALLER:
12:51am
Hope you enjoyed my present.
-TMA-
My heart raced as my eyes burned into my cell phone screen. How in the hell did he even send me "private text"? I had never even heard of such a thing before. What did Brandon have to tell me?
"Criss, wake up!" I shook him hard, flashing the light of my cell phone next to his face.
He groaned a bit and buried his head deeper into the pillows. "What the hell, turn the light off..."
"Criss, that TMA- whatever, he called me. He sent me a text. He knows my number!" I rattled off like a fool.
Criss sat up a bit and sleepily squinted at my cell phone. "What the shit, that's messed up."
"I know, how could he have gotten my number?!" I exclaimed.
He laid back down with a shrug. "I have no idea, I'll get on it tomorrow babe. I promise. We're not dealing with his shit anymore. I wouldn't worry about it though, it could always just be someone messing around."
My eyebrow lifted towards his back in the dark. "Okay, goodnight."
"Love you." He muttered as he trailed back to sleep.
"I love you too." I replied as I quietly tip toed out of bed.
Somehow I felt as if whatever it was couldn't wait until morning.
Note: So happy that everyone liked Criss's stunt in the last chap. I am glad that it was easy to read and understandable. lol! Sometimes it's hard to write them and make sure that the reader can imagine it inside their head, so I am glad that you all could!! yay!!! Let's hope that this TMA douche is going down, lmao! We shall see soon, maybe even within next few chaps?! *Gasps*
Always,
Deppendant
