A/N: ok, this is gonna be the last chapter for a little while. I can't post
anymore till Courtney finds the other chapters buried in that dark, endless
void of hers that she calls her locker. Lol. Anyway, reviews are coming in
a bit slow so keep them coming!
And than, Draco's Secret Lover for all the reviews. We'll put ya in the story, and you'll actually start to get mentioned in this chap. :-)
Chapter Three- By Courtney
"And this, finally, is your father's music room. That about wraps up the tour of Northern. Oh, and down there's the basement…the, uh…lab."
"Oh, cool. Can I look?" She was quick to want to see a lot of nothing. But I shrugged.
"Okay, sure. Follow me," I told her as I headed for the steps. We climbed down. The cool air whipped around us and Delia shivered.
"Man, it's freezing down here," she stated the obvious.
"Yeah. It's directly under the ice hockey rink. The place has to be cool so the particle accelerator," I pointed to the long glass tube covering the glowing red beam, "won't overheat."
"Ok, I get it now. I think I remember reading about this thing in a newspaper," she went over to it and ran her hand across the top. "This is what you made that big discovery with, right?"
"Yup. Dr. Krickstein and I used it to find the graviton. But, well the way we actually defied gravity…that's a long story."
Delia laughed. "Oh, I know the rest. You and your friends had to keep the other hockey team from cheating so you put graviton halves on their skates, and well…to shorten the story, Dr. Krickstein ended up slamming into the wall and started flying…or something like that."
I stared at her. "Umm… I didn't think they printed *that* part of the story in the papers. How did you know all that?"
She looked back at me darkly. "Well, I could tell you…but then I'd have to kill you."
"C'mon, really."
"No. If I revealed my source you'd find yourself brutally dead in a bathtub," she warned, smiling,
That sounded familiar… "Hey! You watch 'Alias'?"
"That is so unfair! You're not supposed to know where I got that from! Oh, fine, because you've seen one of my favorite shows I'll tell you. I have a friend who goes to Franklin named Becca. She's friends with Claire," she admitted.
At the mention of Claire, my expression dropped. "Oh," I answered simply.
She looked guilty. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, it's not that…it's just… Claire's moving. We broke up."
"Oh," she said, just as simply. "Sorry. Really."
I didn't want to get the both of us upset, so I brightened and said "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"Upstairs!" I shouted, racing back up the stairs and onto the ice. I grabbed two pairs of skates from the equipment room, two hockey sticks and a puck. I threw Delia a pair of skates and a stick.
She looked down at the stuff then back up at me as if I were crazy. "Hockey? Are you kidding? I suck at hockey. I'm lucky if I can even hold the stick right."
"That's okay…I'll show you."
"Charlie!"
"Delia!" That made her laugh.
We skated out. Well, Delia *tried* to skate out. She was okay, but the skates were a little big and she kept slipping and sliding over the cracks in the ice. I couldn't help but laugh a little. She took it lightly and laughed, too. She was acting pretty cool about the whole thing.
We played, or attempted to play, hockey for about an hour before calling it quits. I could tell Delia was glad.
"Ok, Charlie Boyle. I've endured a game of absolutely nothing but terror for myself. Now you'll play my kind of sport," Delia laughed, catching her breath after pulling off the hockey mask and re-braiding her long hair. She grabbed my shirt sleeve and pulled me out of the rink.
"What are we doing?"
She didn't answer. We ran out of the school and down the street, with me following close behind Delia. She didn't stop until we had reached a large building.
I raised my eyebrows. "River Valley Mall?"
"It's called shopping."
Now it all came together. I didn't really want to go but, then, she didn't really want to play hockey. Besides, I needed to start making new friends. I couldn't let myself be one of those people who dragged themselves around alone all day because someone moved.
It was fun with Delia and I wasn't planning on blowing it up. Not that she erased all sadness about Claire, but it helped to be making new friends.
Still, if only Claire wasn't moving away.
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a/n: REVIEW!!! Lol. Thanx!!
And than, Draco's Secret Lover for all the reviews. We'll put ya in the story, and you'll actually start to get mentioned in this chap. :-)
Chapter Three- By Courtney
"And this, finally, is your father's music room. That about wraps up the tour of Northern. Oh, and down there's the basement…the, uh…lab."
"Oh, cool. Can I look?" She was quick to want to see a lot of nothing. But I shrugged.
"Okay, sure. Follow me," I told her as I headed for the steps. We climbed down. The cool air whipped around us and Delia shivered.
"Man, it's freezing down here," she stated the obvious.
"Yeah. It's directly under the ice hockey rink. The place has to be cool so the particle accelerator," I pointed to the long glass tube covering the glowing red beam, "won't overheat."
"Ok, I get it now. I think I remember reading about this thing in a newspaper," she went over to it and ran her hand across the top. "This is what you made that big discovery with, right?"
"Yup. Dr. Krickstein and I used it to find the graviton. But, well the way we actually defied gravity…that's a long story."
Delia laughed. "Oh, I know the rest. You and your friends had to keep the other hockey team from cheating so you put graviton halves on their skates, and well…to shorten the story, Dr. Krickstein ended up slamming into the wall and started flying…or something like that."
I stared at her. "Umm… I didn't think they printed *that* part of the story in the papers. How did you know all that?"
She looked back at me darkly. "Well, I could tell you…but then I'd have to kill you."
"C'mon, really."
"No. If I revealed my source you'd find yourself brutally dead in a bathtub," she warned, smiling,
That sounded familiar… "Hey! You watch 'Alias'?"
"That is so unfair! You're not supposed to know where I got that from! Oh, fine, because you've seen one of my favorite shows I'll tell you. I have a friend who goes to Franklin named Becca. She's friends with Claire," she admitted.
At the mention of Claire, my expression dropped. "Oh," I answered simply.
She looked guilty. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, it's not that…it's just… Claire's moving. We broke up."
"Oh," she said, just as simply. "Sorry. Really."
I didn't want to get the both of us upset, so I brightened and said "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"Upstairs!" I shouted, racing back up the stairs and onto the ice. I grabbed two pairs of skates from the equipment room, two hockey sticks and a puck. I threw Delia a pair of skates and a stick.
She looked down at the stuff then back up at me as if I were crazy. "Hockey? Are you kidding? I suck at hockey. I'm lucky if I can even hold the stick right."
"That's okay…I'll show you."
"Charlie!"
"Delia!" That made her laugh.
We skated out. Well, Delia *tried* to skate out. She was okay, but the skates were a little big and she kept slipping and sliding over the cracks in the ice. I couldn't help but laugh a little. She took it lightly and laughed, too. She was acting pretty cool about the whole thing.
We played, or attempted to play, hockey for about an hour before calling it quits. I could tell Delia was glad.
"Ok, Charlie Boyle. I've endured a game of absolutely nothing but terror for myself. Now you'll play my kind of sport," Delia laughed, catching her breath after pulling off the hockey mask and re-braiding her long hair. She grabbed my shirt sleeve and pulled me out of the rink.
"What are we doing?"
She didn't answer. We ran out of the school and down the street, with me following close behind Delia. She didn't stop until we had reached a large building.
I raised my eyebrows. "River Valley Mall?"
"It's called shopping."
Now it all came together. I didn't really want to go but, then, she didn't really want to play hockey. Besides, I needed to start making new friends. I couldn't let myself be one of those people who dragged themselves around alone all day because someone moved.
It was fun with Delia and I wasn't planning on blowing it up. Not that she erased all sadness about Claire, but it helped to be making new friends.
Still, if only Claire wasn't moving away.
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