Bowling for Raps.
Oops I did it again,
I played with your heart,
Got lost in the game,
Oh baby, oh baby,
Oops you think I'm in love,
That I'm sent from above,
I'M NOT THAT INNOCENT!
Oops I did it again, By Britney Spears.
' AARRRGGGH!' yelled Chris as he swerved to dodge Jill's convertible that veered out in front of him dangerously. Jill was driving ahead of him, trying to concentrate whilst driving full speed on the freeway enduring yet again ' The Wait and Bleed' experience and trying to ignore the activities of the couple behind her. Chris could only see Leon and Claire's legs but when Leon had sat up and turned around, the colour of Claire's fuchsia lipstick was smudged all over his face and his chest. He tried to steer his mind away from where else it was probably smudged too… Ughh. Chris turned his attention to the people sitting behind him. There had been silence for the whole journey, with the occasional cough. The radio blared on, seemingly loud in the still atmosphere. Oops I did it again… sung the Teen queen to the recurring beat, her voice reaching higher levels… he had no idea why she was so popular. He wasn't a fan of pop music having grown up liking the Smashing Pumpkins and attending Red Hot Chilli Peppers concerts, but the concept mystified him. The tunes had no soul, no groove and only a trace of funk. But still they brought in the millions. Chris switched the radio off. There was complete silence now. Bec's eyes were focused on her feet, and Carlos was ogling a girl in a magazine. Chris tried to get some form of conversation going.
' So who are you taking to the dance?' he asked. No reply. Bec was studying her nails, Carlos turned the page and had his eyes fixed on a curvy blonde girl. Chris shrugged and wondered what was up. As far as he was concerned, all of the team were close friends and enjoyed each other's company, but theses two couldn't be more different. Carlos's outgoing, rash personality clashed with Bec's sweet, retiring one. Bec could talk for Britain if anyone gave her the chance. Chris shook his head puzzedley and turned into the bowling alley. Jill and her crew had already arrived and were talking happily, Claire buttoning Leon's shirt and wiping off lipstick marks with a tissue.
'I think we can fit in one game in then head home for dinner' said Jill, checking her watch.
' Yeah, we have a massive day tomorrow' said Chris.
They head into the bowling alley and go to pay for a lane.
' One lane please' asked Chris.
' Oh it's you again!' said the girl at the desk. Chris looked at her closely and recognised her as the salesgirl from the mall. Damn.
' Well we seem to seeing each other a lot today!' she said brightly. Jill cocks up an eyebrow and continues to listen.
' So after my shift do you want to go get some dinner?' she asked.
' Sorry, I've got a big day at the RPD tomorrow' replied Chris fiddling with his collar.
' Oh, but we can play good cop, bad cop' she said fluttering her eyelashes.
' Sorry but Chris's already booked up tonight. He's arranged to play THE game of good cop, bad cop. The one to end ALL' said Leon winking. The girl shrugs, realising she has been shot down was about to walk off, when Claire took it into her head to stir things up.
' Chris here is my brother. He's not really gay, but he's gay at heart. Catch him on a Saturday in his fish net tights and eye make up' said Claire flipping back her auburn hair.
' Does this kind of thing run in the family?' asked the girl.
' Sure does, but in my family, Saturday is the day of love' said Carlos, pouting his lips.
' Really? Well in my family we were told to stay away from stereotypical Spanish men who have a brain the size of there penis and an ego 1 million times the size of that' said the girl.
' If the thinking cap fits, put it on your penis' quipped Claire.
' I think that Chris has his own say in his sexuality' said Bec pointedly staring at Claire who scowled at her.
' Yeah in fact I do. I'm-
Started Chris before Jill suddenly pulled him into a passionate kiss, summing it all up in one action.
' If you were taken you could have told me' said the girl simply, knowing full well that she didn't mean it. 'One lane, go and get your shoes'.
They switch over to the adjacent counter. The team receive their bowling shoes.
' What was that all about' asked Chris, tying a knot in his gaudy bowling shoes.
' Sorry but the whole scene was really annoying me. I just got fed up and ended it all' said Jill giving her shoes a final tug and standing up.
' Thanks. But on another subject, what's up with Bec? She's been so quiet' asked Chris looking at the poker faced red head who was adjusting her shoes.
' She's been a little withdrawn lately. She'll be fine' said Jill, reaching for Chris's hand. Leon came traipsing out in his bowling shoes, enormous compared to the rest of his body, arm around Claire. Carlos was about to pull on his left shoe when he felt an ominous crackle as he placed his toes in, he shoved the shoe back on and suddenly dropped it and yelped in pain, dropping the shoe. Picking up the shoe, his shook it out and found it was full of popcorn. Carlos angrily faced the group, which had by now dissolved into mirth.
' All right, who's the joker? They're going to feel the brunt of my iron Spanish fist for pulling this on me' he said threateningly the group, who's laughter increased at the sight of Carlos's adorable face screwed into a scowl. Bec felt her insides melt a little.
' Damn, he looks so cute when he's all fired up, his cheeks reddened slightly underneath his glowing olive skin' she thought.
Carlos frowned and the group fell silent except from the occasional twitters from Claire.
' Uh, it was me. Just getting you back for that thing you were doing to Chris' said Bec lamely, twitching at her bandana, seriously regretting the action. Carlos regarded her out of his brown eyes and moved onto the lane the others followed them. Bec trailed behind, groaning over the past events.
' Jeez girl, you get crushes on the most unobtainable men. You are waaaay to nerdy for that horny Spanish Amigo. Stick to the spotty, greasy haired cyber geeks you formerly ' Dated' if you could call looking at bug collections dating….' She thought. Jill vigorously shaking her shoulder crudely brought her back to reality.
' Oh shit!' she thought. She had been standing there blankly with her mouth open and her eyes shut in her little world, the land of Becky Chambers where she remained unmarried, untouched for all of her pathetic nerdy life.
' Erm Bec? Are you in there? We've chosen teams. You're with Claire and Carlos. Go it?' asked Chris looking at her with penetrating green eyes, that she dreamed about, in one of her mindless crushes. She cleared her throat to try and mutter back an affirmative.
' Sure. Let's play ball, I mean ball the bowl, I mean… Uh sorry' she feebly countered, under the interested stares of the group. She shuffled down to her side of the lane and sat down waiting for her turn. Claire and Leon were up first, and she so she was seated next to her crush that she'd earlier embarrassed. Carlos entertained her by grunting in an animal manner. Charming. Leon and Claire go for the bowl.
' Come on Love God show me what you got' taunted Claire from the other side. She casually lifted the heaviest ball, the purple one up as if it hardly weighed anything. Leon followed suit, he lifted the ball and felt his muscles strain.
'Ok, just a little more…' he thought. His arms suddenly gave way and swayed, causing great pain down below, and he dropped the ball hard on his foot.
' Yeowhhhhhhhhhh!!!!' yelped Leon, hopping up and down, then wincing as the action increased the burning feeling down below.
' Oh Leon? Are you all right?' asked Claire dropping the ball she was holding.
' Yeooooooooowwwwwwwwhhhh!' yelped Claire identically as the ball made contact with her foot, then she critically examined her hand.
' DAMN!!' shrieked Claire.
' Have you broke your finger or something?' asked Chris, all concerned.
' NO! I broke a damn nail!!!!!!!!!!' screams Claire, her faced twisted into an agonised scowl as she stared critically at the ripped off nail. She suddenly became aware of the throbbing in her foot, and dropped down onto a seat. Leon continued to grope around. Carlos got up to help him.
' Hey dude. What hurts?' he asked Leon, supporting him.
' Down below…' choked out Leon whilst stumbling across to a seat. Carlos clicked his fingers and his face lit up mischievously.
' Dude, you've strained your groin muscle. Nicholai did that whilst lifting the ammo cache and his face turned the colour of boiled puce and he pretended that it was nothing, though he ended up walking like a demented chicken' replied Carlos, smacking Leon on the back, causing him to stumble and groan.
' Hey can't we do something without getting hurt?' asked Jill, gesturing at Claire and Leon who were reclining on the seats, moaning at recurring intervals.
' Uh, if I go to the little girls room and look at my foot, and get it seen too, then I'll come back' said Claire feebly.
' Sure. If you got it seen to here, then we might die of the intoxicating smell' said Carlos, receiving a punch to the groin from Claire. He sat down next to Leon, and groaned with him.
' Two down, one to go. Dear brother?' asked Claire menacingly, eyes, twinkling.
' Uh, I think I'll get Leon seen to' replied Chris shrinking back from his little sister's fist. He pulls Leon to his feet, and helps him hobble to the men's room.
' Where did ya' learn that? I can't even persuade him to do the dishes once in a while' asked Jill, staring at the men who disappeared into the bathroom.
' Tribal instinct.' Replied Claire.
' Yeah. If she doesn't get her way, then she dresses up in beads and body paint. One look at that and he'll do anything to stop her!' said Carlos, dodging another one of Claire's punches. Jill quickly grabs hold of Claire and hustles her to the lady's room, deflecting another Claire-the-biker-girl Vs Carlos-Spanish-amigo showdown. Carlos is left with Bec, who is staring at her feet.
' Do you have some strange obsession with you feet of something' asked Carlos, nudging Bec.
' Uh, no. I'm obsessed with my hair' replied Bec, looking up.
' Thought so. Remember the time when you dyed your hair blonde?' asked Carlos.
' Don't remind me!' said Bec emphatically.
' Your scalp went red and dry and you looked like a sun dried tomato!' said Carlos.
' Thankfully I wasn't so stupid to dye it permanently' said Bec. ' Sorry about earlier'.
' S'alright. I guess I was being kinda ornery.' Said Carlos embarrassedly running his hand through his hair, causing a lump in Bec's throat and other body parts.
' I've noticed a change in your moods. What's up?' she asked, whilst staring at him out of her grey eyes.
' Well it's the dance next week. Can't get a date' said Carlos. Bec's eyes widen in surprise and she doubles over with laughter. Carlos backs away a little as tears of laughter run down Bec's face.
' Excuse, what is the prospect of me arriving alone and lonely at the dance while my friends are dancing with their babelicious girlfriends?' asked Carlos. Bec regains control and sits up straight.
' It's just hard to imagine you without a date. When you first joined STARs we practically had to have buckets to collect the drool amounting from the female officers who also just so casually fixed their gaze on your rear end and practically fainted when you talked to them' said Bec, staring to giggle.' Also I didn't know you'd describe Claire OR Jill as babe- what- you -call- it'. Carlos shrugs, and turns away as if Bec has touched a nerve.
' The reason is that I can't find a date. It's that I'm nearing 22, and I want to settle down a little, lessen the number of times that I wake up in the morning, with no recollection of the night before' said Carlos, looking deep into Bec's eyes, making her melt a little.
' Aww Carlos. Bring on the pipe and slippers' said Bec.
' I knew I shouldn't have tried telling that to a teenager' said Carlos getting up, frowning. Bec stands and stops him, her expression soft.
' Sorry. I have irritable human syndrome today which make me tactless' said Bec, looking at him attentively, batting her eyelashes unconsciously.
' She's kinda cute when she does that. She's changed, no longer the child but a beautiful young woman, flying free as a dove' thought Carlos as Bec's face softened cutley and her lips tugged up into a grin. Carlos sat back down.
' Am I the one to refer you to the pre menstrual hall of fame?' he asked teasingly.
'Not before you enter the immaturity exhibit' replied Bec, smiling.
' Ok, head of the pre menstrual hall of fame. Name one babe who wouldn't mind going to the dance with me?' asked Carlos.
' How about Tessa? Or Zoë and Liz is pretty cute' said Bec without batting an eye.
' Who are they?' asked Carlos curiously.
' Tessa is tan with black patches. Zoë has long legs and Liz has a white patch over one eye' said Bec.
' Very funny, canines are excluded from this question' said Carlos jokingly.
' Ok. I'll name one though she doesn't quite fit the babe category' said Bec, looking at Carlos cheeks reddening. Carlos cocks up an eyebrow.
'Me.'
Bec turned away and fiddled with her bandana, tears pricking at her eyelids, she swiped at them furiously, willing to stop them. Carlos sees the motions and gently touches her shoulder making her body quiver slightly. He persists and turns her around to face him, softly stroking her hands.
' I think she fits into the babe category' he claimed, smiling at her and squeezing her hands. A million thoughts ran through her head.
' My god, he's stroking my hands… his eyes are like garnets… maybe I'm not going to be destined to live in geek land…' she thought, Carlos brushed back a lock of red hair and stroked her cheeks…
' HEY! I didn't strain my groin!!!! It's just pulled a little!' yelled a joyous Leon flopping back on the seat next to Carlos. Carlos quickly pulls back his hands and scratches the back of his head. Bec feels her cheeks going a shade of crimson, whilst the colour DRAINED from Carlos's.
' Becky, you look a little flushed. Are you coming down with something?' asked Chris squeezing her hands.
' No I'm fine. Maybe a little hot' said Bec.
' Whoa. TWO cute guys touching my hands, Maybe the spell is being broken' thought Bec happily, as Claire and Jill rejoined them, Claire limping slightly.
' Howz the foot?' asked Chris.
' It's a little sore. Luckily Jill had a nail file so I repaired what's left of my nail' said Claire sitting down carefully.
' Nail? More like talons!' hissed Jill, regarding the sharp blood red nails.
' Enough gassing! Let's bowl!' yelled Bec, eyes shining. Chris smiled seeing her back to her normal, cheerful self. They resumed bowling, Chris and Carlos rivalling for strikes, Jill keeping scores and dodging gutter balls. Claire and Leon made gallant attempts by bowling half strikes and sending down 4 balls at once. Bec groaned as the ball slid down the edge and rolled down, hitting nothing.
' My arms are about as strong as limp spaghetti!' she wailed, as her scores remained nil.
' It's not all about strength. Come here and I'll help you' said Carlos, pulling her up onto the bowling floor. He picked up a medium weight ball and handed it to her.
' Hold it like this' he said, taking her hand and positioning it. He continued the tutorial.
' Ooh look at Bec and Carlos' said Claire intently watching them.
' Now I know why she's cheered up all of a sudden' said Chris as Carlos gave tips about posture. Bec's eyes were positively glowing as Carlos demonstrated bowling techniques.
' Well if it makes her happy' said Jill, studying the scores.
' And it gets him off your back' said Chris, putting his arms around her.
Carlos finished his tips and stood back to let her bowl. Bec lined herself up and bowled. The ball clattered down the alley and made a loud crash as it made contact with the pins.
' STRIKE!' shrieked Bec happily, Carlos punched the air and pulled her up into an impulsive hug. Bec relaxed slightly against his chest, her chin resting on his chest. The group behind shared a contented sigh. Bec heard this and pulled away, stepping down, back to her seat, cheeks even brighter than before. Carlos smiled and pushed back a strand of hair and sat down.
' Ok! The scores are: 1st Carlos and Chris tie, 3rd Claire, 4th me, 5th Leon and 6th Bec.' Said Jill.
'Cool. Howz about a round of sodas?' asked Chris, checking his watch.
' Lead the Way' said Jill, taking his hands. Claire and Leon limp after them, involuntarily clutching each other at intervals to gain balance. Carlos takes Bec's hand and together, they follow the others to the bar. From the moment Carlos took her hand, she felt like there was a spark between them, she looked down at the place where their bodies were joined and felt her body shiver, Carlos squeezed her hand softly making her feel lighter than before.
' Six Shandys please' ordered Chris, pulling out his wallet.
' Wait Chris, winners split the cost' said Carlos, pulling out a wallet and peeling off some notes. They paid and brought the drinks over to their table.
' So what's happening tomorrow?' asked Claire, taking a long sip put of her shady, savouring the bittersweet taste.
' Training. You're all running 3 miles, plus cardiovascular work' replied Chris, tilting his head back and draining away the last of his shandy.
' Where'd you learn to drink like that?' asked Bec, as the shandy disappeared in less than five seconds.
' Yeah. If I drink that fast it bubbles up and comes out the other way in a poisonous explosion' quipped Leon, taking a sip of his handy and belching loudly.
' Or it comes out that way' said Jill, disgustedly looking at Leon and taking a swig of hers.
' Being in the USAF we played a lot of drinking games. It now takes me a lot to get drunk' he replied.
' We did too when I trained as a cadet. But more often than not, I'd end up semi naked in some street the next morning' said Leon.
' Thank God I wasn't here see that' said Carlos, eyeing Leon.
' True. Finding him and Claire in the infirmary, was pretty high on the rector scale' quipped Bec, receiving a kick from Claire.
' I do not exactly want to bring up the topic of drunk and disorderly' said Jill curtly, finishing off her drink.
' I remember now! It was at the RPD dance before the mansion, and Jill had got drunk and played dares with Forest and Joseph!' said Chris sitting up.
' Go on' said Claire, evilly narrowing her eyes at Jill, who shrunk away.
' She was dared to smack Wesker's butt. And she did!' said Bec, triumphantly raising her glass. ' I propose a toast. To the ecstasy of drinking and it's powers!!' shrieked Bec. The glasses clinked together.
' Let's not forget the time Claire got drunk' began Jill.
' What time? She gets pissed on a regular basis' said Carlos, receiving a kick from Claire. The talk turns to the most outrageous things they have done whilst under the influence of drinks. Bec sits back and sighs happily, a horrendous day shaping up to an unforgettable one, and with an incredible guy to share it with. She regarded Carlos, watching the purposeful lines of his face, the way he used his hands to make gestures and his penetrating brown eyes. Life was peachy. The talk had now moved onto the RPD dance.
' We searched the entire vicinity of two malls and still couldn't find a thing' said Jill.
' So we went to another mall, stepped into the first clothes shop we saw, and bingo we found the perfect dresses' said Claire, slurping away at her shandy.
' And Claire made an entire tour of all the lingerie shops' concluded Jill. ' She eventually settled for a piece of string, which she called underwear'.
' Jill do you really think that I want to talk about the kind of underwear my sister wears?' asked Chris, his eyes pleading. ' I only just recovered from finding out what the stains on the infirmary sheets were'.
' Oh look at the time, we better be going, got an early start tomorrow!' Leon quickly said, whilst dragging Claire to her feet, and wincing as a stab of pain seared up through him.
' Leon's escape excuse!' quipped Jill, rising from her seat. ' I'll drive you two home, but I don't want that hanky-panky thing going on in the backseat again. I fear for my car's backseat fabric'.
' That's fine with us. Besides, I think that slightest movement using that part of my body would induce more pain than one of Claire's knee-to-the-crown-jewel-area' said Leon.
' Bec and Carlos can ride with me. I think I can trust them not to do this 'hanky panky' Or can I?' said Chris, raising his eyebrows at them, and giving them a knowing look. The gang head home.
Chicky sez!: hey y'all! Well I'm looking for reviews here to decide the fate of this fic: trash can or continue? Later! I'm not really a fan of Britney, but I have nothing against her, OK?
Oops I did it again,
I played with your heart,
Got lost in the game,
Oh baby, oh baby,
Oops you think I'm in love,
That I'm sent from above,
I'M NOT THAT INNOCENT!
Oops I did it again, By Britney Spears.
' AARRRGGGH!' yelled Chris as he swerved to dodge Jill's convertible that veered out in front of him dangerously. Jill was driving ahead of him, trying to concentrate whilst driving full speed on the freeway enduring yet again ' The Wait and Bleed' experience and trying to ignore the activities of the couple behind her. Chris could only see Leon and Claire's legs but when Leon had sat up and turned around, the colour of Claire's fuchsia lipstick was smudged all over his face and his chest. He tried to steer his mind away from where else it was probably smudged too… Ughh. Chris turned his attention to the people sitting behind him. There had been silence for the whole journey, with the occasional cough. The radio blared on, seemingly loud in the still atmosphere. Oops I did it again… sung the Teen queen to the recurring beat, her voice reaching higher levels… he had no idea why she was so popular. He wasn't a fan of pop music having grown up liking the Smashing Pumpkins and attending Red Hot Chilli Peppers concerts, but the concept mystified him. The tunes had no soul, no groove and only a trace of funk. But still they brought in the millions. Chris switched the radio off. There was complete silence now. Bec's eyes were focused on her feet, and Carlos was ogling a girl in a magazine. Chris tried to get some form of conversation going.
' So who are you taking to the dance?' he asked. No reply. Bec was studying her nails, Carlos turned the page and had his eyes fixed on a curvy blonde girl. Chris shrugged and wondered what was up. As far as he was concerned, all of the team were close friends and enjoyed each other's company, but theses two couldn't be more different. Carlos's outgoing, rash personality clashed with Bec's sweet, retiring one. Bec could talk for Britain if anyone gave her the chance. Chris shook his head puzzedley and turned into the bowling alley. Jill and her crew had already arrived and were talking happily, Claire buttoning Leon's shirt and wiping off lipstick marks with a tissue.
'I think we can fit in one game in then head home for dinner' said Jill, checking her watch.
' Yeah, we have a massive day tomorrow' said Chris.
They head into the bowling alley and go to pay for a lane.
' One lane please' asked Chris.
' Oh it's you again!' said the girl at the desk. Chris looked at her closely and recognised her as the salesgirl from the mall. Damn.
' Well we seem to seeing each other a lot today!' she said brightly. Jill cocks up an eyebrow and continues to listen.
' So after my shift do you want to go get some dinner?' she asked.
' Sorry, I've got a big day at the RPD tomorrow' replied Chris fiddling with his collar.
' Oh, but we can play good cop, bad cop' she said fluttering her eyelashes.
' Sorry but Chris's already booked up tonight. He's arranged to play THE game of good cop, bad cop. The one to end ALL' said Leon winking. The girl shrugs, realising she has been shot down was about to walk off, when Claire took it into her head to stir things up.
' Chris here is my brother. He's not really gay, but he's gay at heart. Catch him on a Saturday in his fish net tights and eye make up' said Claire flipping back her auburn hair.
' Does this kind of thing run in the family?' asked the girl.
' Sure does, but in my family, Saturday is the day of love' said Carlos, pouting his lips.
' Really? Well in my family we were told to stay away from stereotypical Spanish men who have a brain the size of there penis and an ego 1 million times the size of that' said the girl.
' If the thinking cap fits, put it on your penis' quipped Claire.
' I think that Chris has his own say in his sexuality' said Bec pointedly staring at Claire who scowled at her.
' Yeah in fact I do. I'm-
Started Chris before Jill suddenly pulled him into a passionate kiss, summing it all up in one action.
' If you were taken you could have told me' said the girl simply, knowing full well that she didn't mean it. 'One lane, go and get your shoes'.
They switch over to the adjacent counter. The team receive their bowling shoes.
' What was that all about' asked Chris, tying a knot in his gaudy bowling shoes.
' Sorry but the whole scene was really annoying me. I just got fed up and ended it all' said Jill giving her shoes a final tug and standing up.
' Thanks. But on another subject, what's up with Bec? She's been so quiet' asked Chris looking at the poker faced red head who was adjusting her shoes.
' She's been a little withdrawn lately. She'll be fine' said Jill, reaching for Chris's hand. Leon came traipsing out in his bowling shoes, enormous compared to the rest of his body, arm around Claire. Carlos was about to pull on his left shoe when he felt an ominous crackle as he placed his toes in, he shoved the shoe back on and suddenly dropped it and yelped in pain, dropping the shoe. Picking up the shoe, his shook it out and found it was full of popcorn. Carlos angrily faced the group, which had by now dissolved into mirth.
' All right, who's the joker? They're going to feel the brunt of my iron Spanish fist for pulling this on me' he said threateningly the group, who's laughter increased at the sight of Carlos's adorable face screwed into a scowl. Bec felt her insides melt a little.
' Damn, he looks so cute when he's all fired up, his cheeks reddened slightly underneath his glowing olive skin' she thought.
Carlos frowned and the group fell silent except from the occasional twitters from Claire.
' Uh, it was me. Just getting you back for that thing you were doing to Chris' said Bec lamely, twitching at her bandana, seriously regretting the action. Carlos regarded her out of his brown eyes and moved onto the lane the others followed them. Bec trailed behind, groaning over the past events.
' Jeez girl, you get crushes on the most unobtainable men. You are waaaay to nerdy for that horny Spanish Amigo. Stick to the spotty, greasy haired cyber geeks you formerly ' Dated' if you could call looking at bug collections dating….' She thought. Jill vigorously shaking her shoulder crudely brought her back to reality.
' Oh shit!' she thought. She had been standing there blankly with her mouth open and her eyes shut in her little world, the land of Becky Chambers where she remained unmarried, untouched for all of her pathetic nerdy life.
' Erm Bec? Are you in there? We've chosen teams. You're with Claire and Carlos. Go it?' asked Chris looking at her with penetrating green eyes, that she dreamed about, in one of her mindless crushes. She cleared her throat to try and mutter back an affirmative.
' Sure. Let's play ball, I mean ball the bowl, I mean… Uh sorry' she feebly countered, under the interested stares of the group. She shuffled down to her side of the lane and sat down waiting for her turn. Claire and Leon were up first, and she so she was seated next to her crush that she'd earlier embarrassed. Carlos entertained her by grunting in an animal manner. Charming. Leon and Claire go for the bowl.
' Come on Love God show me what you got' taunted Claire from the other side. She casually lifted the heaviest ball, the purple one up as if it hardly weighed anything. Leon followed suit, he lifted the ball and felt his muscles strain.
'Ok, just a little more…' he thought. His arms suddenly gave way and swayed, causing great pain down below, and he dropped the ball hard on his foot.
' Yeowhhhhhhhhhh!!!!' yelped Leon, hopping up and down, then wincing as the action increased the burning feeling down below.
' Oh Leon? Are you all right?' asked Claire dropping the ball she was holding.
' Yeooooooooowwwwwwwwhhhh!' yelped Claire identically as the ball made contact with her foot, then she critically examined her hand.
' DAMN!!' shrieked Claire.
' Have you broke your finger or something?' asked Chris, all concerned.
' NO! I broke a damn nail!!!!!!!!!!' screams Claire, her faced twisted into an agonised scowl as she stared critically at the ripped off nail. She suddenly became aware of the throbbing in her foot, and dropped down onto a seat. Leon continued to grope around. Carlos got up to help him.
' Hey dude. What hurts?' he asked Leon, supporting him.
' Down below…' choked out Leon whilst stumbling across to a seat. Carlos clicked his fingers and his face lit up mischievously.
' Dude, you've strained your groin muscle. Nicholai did that whilst lifting the ammo cache and his face turned the colour of boiled puce and he pretended that it was nothing, though he ended up walking like a demented chicken' replied Carlos, smacking Leon on the back, causing him to stumble and groan.
' Hey can't we do something without getting hurt?' asked Jill, gesturing at Claire and Leon who were reclining on the seats, moaning at recurring intervals.
' Uh, if I go to the little girls room and look at my foot, and get it seen too, then I'll come back' said Claire feebly.
' Sure. If you got it seen to here, then we might die of the intoxicating smell' said Carlos, receiving a punch to the groin from Claire. He sat down next to Leon, and groaned with him.
' Two down, one to go. Dear brother?' asked Claire menacingly, eyes, twinkling.
' Uh, I think I'll get Leon seen to' replied Chris shrinking back from his little sister's fist. He pulls Leon to his feet, and helps him hobble to the men's room.
' Where did ya' learn that? I can't even persuade him to do the dishes once in a while' asked Jill, staring at the men who disappeared into the bathroom.
' Tribal instinct.' Replied Claire.
' Yeah. If she doesn't get her way, then she dresses up in beads and body paint. One look at that and he'll do anything to stop her!' said Carlos, dodging another one of Claire's punches. Jill quickly grabs hold of Claire and hustles her to the lady's room, deflecting another Claire-the-biker-girl Vs Carlos-Spanish-amigo showdown. Carlos is left with Bec, who is staring at her feet.
' Do you have some strange obsession with you feet of something' asked Carlos, nudging Bec.
' Uh, no. I'm obsessed with my hair' replied Bec, looking up.
' Thought so. Remember the time when you dyed your hair blonde?' asked Carlos.
' Don't remind me!' said Bec emphatically.
' Your scalp went red and dry and you looked like a sun dried tomato!' said Carlos.
' Thankfully I wasn't so stupid to dye it permanently' said Bec. ' Sorry about earlier'.
' S'alright. I guess I was being kinda ornery.' Said Carlos embarrassedly running his hand through his hair, causing a lump in Bec's throat and other body parts.
' I've noticed a change in your moods. What's up?' she asked, whilst staring at him out of her grey eyes.
' Well it's the dance next week. Can't get a date' said Carlos. Bec's eyes widen in surprise and she doubles over with laughter. Carlos backs away a little as tears of laughter run down Bec's face.
' Excuse, what is the prospect of me arriving alone and lonely at the dance while my friends are dancing with their babelicious girlfriends?' asked Carlos. Bec regains control and sits up straight.
' It's just hard to imagine you without a date. When you first joined STARs we practically had to have buckets to collect the drool amounting from the female officers who also just so casually fixed their gaze on your rear end and practically fainted when you talked to them' said Bec, staring to giggle.' Also I didn't know you'd describe Claire OR Jill as babe- what- you -call- it'. Carlos shrugs, and turns away as if Bec has touched a nerve.
' The reason is that I can't find a date. It's that I'm nearing 22, and I want to settle down a little, lessen the number of times that I wake up in the morning, with no recollection of the night before' said Carlos, looking deep into Bec's eyes, making her melt a little.
' Aww Carlos. Bring on the pipe and slippers' said Bec.
' I knew I shouldn't have tried telling that to a teenager' said Carlos getting up, frowning. Bec stands and stops him, her expression soft.
' Sorry. I have irritable human syndrome today which make me tactless' said Bec, looking at him attentively, batting her eyelashes unconsciously.
' She's kinda cute when she does that. She's changed, no longer the child but a beautiful young woman, flying free as a dove' thought Carlos as Bec's face softened cutley and her lips tugged up into a grin. Carlos sat back down.
' Am I the one to refer you to the pre menstrual hall of fame?' he asked teasingly.
'Not before you enter the immaturity exhibit' replied Bec, smiling.
' Ok, head of the pre menstrual hall of fame. Name one babe who wouldn't mind going to the dance with me?' asked Carlos.
' How about Tessa? Or Zoë and Liz is pretty cute' said Bec without batting an eye.
' Who are they?' asked Carlos curiously.
' Tessa is tan with black patches. Zoë has long legs and Liz has a white patch over one eye' said Bec.
' Very funny, canines are excluded from this question' said Carlos jokingly.
' Ok. I'll name one though she doesn't quite fit the babe category' said Bec, looking at Carlos cheeks reddening. Carlos cocks up an eyebrow.
'Me.'
Bec turned away and fiddled with her bandana, tears pricking at her eyelids, she swiped at them furiously, willing to stop them. Carlos sees the motions and gently touches her shoulder making her body quiver slightly. He persists and turns her around to face him, softly stroking her hands.
' I think she fits into the babe category' he claimed, smiling at her and squeezing her hands. A million thoughts ran through her head.
' My god, he's stroking my hands… his eyes are like garnets… maybe I'm not going to be destined to live in geek land…' she thought, Carlos brushed back a lock of red hair and stroked her cheeks…
' HEY! I didn't strain my groin!!!! It's just pulled a little!' yelled a joyous Leon flopping back on the seat next to Carlos. Carlos quickly pulls back his hands and scratches the back of his head. Bec feels her cheeks going a shade of crimson, whilst the colour DRAINED from Carlos's.
' Becky, you look a little flushed. Are you coming down with something?' asked Chris squeezing her hands.
' No I'm fine. Maybe a little hot' said Bec.
' Whoa. TWO cute guys touching my hands, Maybe the spell is being broken' thought Bec happily, as Claire and Jill rejoined them, Claire limping slightly.
' Howz the foot?' asked Chris.
' It's a little sore. Luckily Jill had a nail file so I repaired what's left of my nail' said Claire sitting down carefully.
' Nail? More like talons!' hissed Jill, regarding the sharp blood red nails.
' Enough gassing! Let's bowl!' yelled Bec, eyes shining. Chris smiled seeing her back to her normal, cheerful self. They resumed bowling, Chris and Carlos rivalling for strikes, Jill keeping scores and dodging gutter balls. Claire and Leon made gallant attempts by bowling half strikes and sending down 4 balls at once. Bec groaned as the ball slid down the edge and rolled down, hitting nothing.
' My arms are about as strong as limp spaghetti!' she wailed, as her scores remained nil.
' It's not all about strength. Come here and I'll help you' said Carlos, pulling her up onto the bowling floor. He picked up a medium weight ball and handed it to her.
' Hold it like this' he said, taking her hand and positioning it. He continued the tutorial.
' Ooh look at Bec and Carlos' said Claire intently watching them.
' Now I know why she's cheered up all of a sudden' said Chris as Carlos gave tips about posture. Bec's eyes were positively glowing as Carlos demonstrated bowling techniques.
' Well if it makes her happy' said Jill, studying the scores.
' And it gets him off your back' said Chris, putting his arms around her.
Carlos finished his tips and stood back to let her bowl. Bec lined herself up and bowled. The ball clattered down the alley and made a loud crash as it made contact with the pins.
' STRIKE!' shrieked Bec happily, Carlos punched the air and pulled her up into an impulsive hug. Bec relaxed slightly against his chest, her chin resting on his chest. The group behind shared a contented sigh. Bec heard this and pulled away, stepping down, back to her seat, cheeks even brighter than before. Carlos smiled and pushed back a strand of hair and sat down.
' Ok! The scores are: 1st Carlos and Chris tie, 3rd Claire, 4th me, 5th Leon and 6th Bec.' Said Jill.
'Cool. Howz about a round of sodas?' asked Chris, checking his watch.
' Lead the Way' said Jill, taking his hands. Claire and Leon limp after them, involuntarily clutching each other at intervals to gain balance. Carlos takes Bec's hand and together, they follow the others to the bar. From the moment Carlos took her hand, she felt like there was a spark between them, she looked down at the place where their bodies were joined and felt her body shiver, Carlos squeezed her hand softly making her feel lighter than before.
' Six Shandys please' ordered Chris, pulling out his wallet.
' Wait Chris, winners split the cost' said Carlos, pulling out a wallet and peeling off some notes. They paid and brought the drinks over to their table.
' So what's happening tomorrow?' asked Claire, taking a long sip put of her shady, savouring the bittersweet taste.
' Training. You're all running 3 miles, plus cardiovascular work' replied Chris, tilting his head back and draining away the last of his shandy.
' Where'd you learn to drink like that?' asked Bec, as the shandy disappeared in less than five seconds.
' Yeah. If I drink that fast it bubbles up and comes out the other way in a poisonous explosion' quipped Leon, taking a sip of his handy and belching loudly.
' Or it comes out that way' said Jill, disgustedly looking at Leon and taking a swig of hers.
' Being in the USAF we played a lot of drinking games. It now takes me a lot to get drunk' he replied.
' We did too when I trained as a cadet. But more often than not, I'd end up semi naked in some street the next morning' said Leon.
' Thank God I wasn't here see that' said Carlos, eyeing Leon.
' True. Finding him and Claire in the infirmary, was pretty high on the rector scale' quipped Bec, receiving a kick from Claire.
' I do not exactly want to bring up the topic of drunk and disorderly' said Jill curtly, finishing off her drink.
' I remember now! It was at the RPD dance before the mansion, and Jill had got drunk and played dares with Forest and Joseph!' said Chris sitting up.
' Go on' said Claire, evilly narrowing her eyes at Jill, who shrunk away.
' She was dared to smack Wesker's butt. And she did!' said Bec, triumphantly raising her glass. ' I propose a toast. To the ecstasy of drinking and it's powers!!' shrieked Bec. The glasses clinked together.
' Let's not forget the time Claire got drunk' began Jill.
' What time? She gets pissed on a regular basis' said Carlos, receiving a kick from Claire. The talk turns to the most outrageous things they have done whilst under the influence of drinks. Bec sits back and sighs happily, a horrendous day shaping up to an unforgettable one, and with an incredible guy to share it with. She regarded Carlos, watching the purposeful lines of his face, the way he used his hands to make gestures and his penetrating brown eyes. Life was peachy. The talk had now moved onto the RPD dance.
' We searched the entire vicinity of two malls and still couldn't find a thing' said Jill.
' So we went to another mall, stepped into the first clothes shop we saw, and bingo we found the perfect dresses' said Claire, slurping away at her shandy.
' And Claire made an entire tour of all the lingerie shops' concluded Jill. ' She eventually settled for a piece of string, which she called underwear'.
' Jill do you really think that I want to talk about the kind of underwear my sister wears?' asked Chris, his eyes pleading. ' I only just recovered from finding out what the stains on the infirmary sheets were'.
' Oh look at the time, we better be going, got an early start tomorrow!' Leon quickly said, whilst dragging Claire to her feet, and wincing as a stab of pain seared up through him.
' Leon's escape excuse!' quipped Jill, rising from her seat. ' I'll drive you two home, but I don't want that hanky-panky thing going on in the backseat again. I fear for my car's backseat fabric'.
' That's fine with us. Besides, I think that slightest movement using that part of my body would induce more pain than one of Claire's knee-to-the-crown-jewel-area' said Leon.
' Bec and Carlos can ride with me. I think I can trust them not to do this 'hanky panky' Or can I?' said Chris, raising his eyebrows at them, and giving them a knowing look. The gang head home.
Chicky sez!: hey y'all! Well I'm looking for reviews here to decide the fate of this fic: trash can or continue? Later! I'm not really a fan of Britney, but I have nothing against her, OK?