**Passion Days**
CHAPTER 2: Definitely Téa's Night
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, there's basically nothing to say but to enjoy the fic. It seems as if everyone likes it so I'm writing this on the double. –If you really can't stand to even see the lyrics to a Selena song or even see it MENTIONED…please leave. ^_^ Anyway, peace out.
Italic text signifies people's thoughts.
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That following sultry evening, Téa observed herself in her wardrobe mirror. She glazed her prudent fingertips over the frill just below the cleavage of her buxom chest then descending to the French corsét-like piece of her costume that fit her body like a glove to a hand. Downward beneath her waist there was a flowing, lustrous beauty of silk material that cropped at mid-thigh; the attire's coloring were of somber, neutral shades.
Téa gave the finishing touches to her hair into a tight bun with bobby pins, not a piece left unraveled; a perfectionist in the making. Finally she applied her cosmetics, which were of red lipstick, midnight blue eyeshadow and pastel pink blush; the equivalent of a porcelain doll! She spritzed some hair spray, grabbed her windbreaker and left for her father's car grabbing her pointe shoes on the way out the door to the Domino High School auditorium.
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"Hi! Welcome to Diana's School of Dance, here are your programs. Enjoy the show!" One of the dance instructors beamed as she handed three boys their programs.
The suspicious looking boys nodded and nonchalantly walk into the barely dimmed auditorium flashing their tickets.
"Tristan!! I can't see with these dark sunglasses on! DID I FORGET TO MENTION I HATE LEATHER! I'M CHAFING!" Yugi shouted while tugging at Tristan's arm.
"Will you shut up?! I don't want to be here just as much as Joey but in order for no one to recognize us, you need to shut your piehole and buck up, okay?" Joey patted Yugi's spiky hair and bustled it in a circular motion as if he were some sort of puppy dog. Tristan chuckled at the sight.
THAT'S IT! I'M CALLING OUT YAMI!
/Yami, wake up!!/
//…//
/Yami you know you want to watch your girlfriend…/
//Who the blating hells are you calling my girlfriend? Téa? Did you screw around with your sennen eye again? You're the one who's enthralled with her, aibou.//
/Please. She wants to see you more than she does me. I'm a midget, and she's so much taller than me. I don't have a chance./
//Oh for the love of Amon-Ra, head for the restroom and release me.//
/You're a self-centered, drill sergeant aren't you?/
//Pharaoh, yes. Drill sergeant—methinks not in this millenium.//
/Okay…mind if you wear leather?/
//My specialty.//
"Yugi, where are you going? I don't know if we should trust you going ANYWHERE after your eyeballs were rolling around and making gestures like you were talking to King Tut." Joey placed his arm around Yugi's shoulders delicately whilst crouching a tad to meet Yugi's height better.
"Umm…something along the lines of that…heh, heh. I have to go to the bathroom."
"Sure you know how to use toilet paper, now?" Tristan queried adding a wink picking up a leftover piece of T.P. from the previous day. Joey stifled a snicker shoddily and came out as a snort instead; he is straightening up fixing the clear wrap of the bouquet of deliciously sweet flowers.
Yugi grimaced, ruffling his eyebrows and brusquely shifted to his left to the men's room.
"Man, we'd better cut the shenanigans before he really goes medieval on us. He's a good kid; 'don't want him to end up like us, huh!" The two tall boys chuckled as they sat in their designated seating.
Tristan discarded Joey's shunning attitude from yesterday. Still, Joey wasn't himself emotionally. He couldn't stop quivering since he had the conversation with his sister. Though, it was so slight you wouldn't be able to tell unless you had him balance a needlepoint on the tip of his finger. Joey could damn well notice it, however. There was no way of getting her off his mind now. He inwardly cussed at himself for not asking her to come to Téa's recital; the girls got along so well, too.
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Téa's number had come and she gracefully enchanted every step of her dance along the way. There were two other girls dancing with her to "Dreaming Of You" by Selena. The song was a sweet-hearted serenade about telling that special someone that you love him or her. It was a typical flowing song for a ballet pointe routine; lots of pirouette fan-kick turns and leaps. Elegant and a dessert for the eyes. Tristan, who was most reluctant about showing up, was in awe how swift and on the ball Téa was at ballet.
Yami resumed the role of Yugi without anyone knowing there was a difference, only in an insignificant height change. No one realized it at all. Within about three minutes, the routine was over. The girls leapt to the right of the stage and exited out when the curtains closed in addition to the screaming and whistling of the audience clapping at full volume. Joey, Yami, and Tristan were absolutely living forms of rigamortus; they had a piercing sense of utter amazement. The only motion they made was swerving their eyes to each other clenching onto the armrests.
"Hey Téa," a girl who was on stage with her just a minute ago motioned her to walk over to her, "Umm—"
"I think we did a great job! Did you hear the audience howling?!" Téa was more than ecstatic; no need pressuring her to take drugs.
"That wasn't the only thing they were howling at, I'm afraid." The two girls pointed to Téa's chest concurrently. In Téa's mind she was hoping this wasn't happening. She dreadfully hung her head staring at her bare chest that had been exposed to over 200 people and even children!
I—I—I can't believe this is happening. I—I—I forgot to tie the string around my neck! NIGHTMARE! I am so gone…
Saline liquid rushed to her eyes quickly as she scampered her way to the dressing area grasping her corsét for dear life. Téa dug her face into her soft, inviting arms as she sat down at a table. In confined seconds, she didn't have a dry spot left on her facade; make-up was blotched on her cheeks. Soon after, the two dancers consoled Téa by rubbing her back gently.
Joey nevertheless showed up on the scene with the fresh flowers. The girls dispersed by Joey's signal towards them. Téa continued to flow more water through the floodgates.
He silently pressed up against her ear and whispered, "BOO," Téa jumped up from her arms and looked at Joey's smirking face, but looked oddly pleasant.
"Don't look at me." She swiftly twisted her neck the opposite direction folding her arms across her chest tightly.
"These are for you," his voice was soothing.
"Trying to soften me up, are we?" Téa responded curtly not changing her position. "Just because you saw my…breasts," she hesitated, "doesn't mean you can act like I'm a Playboy bunny." She escaped a soft cry lurching her shoulders forward.
Joey was taken aback and blinked intensely for a few seconds, "Téa, Téa, Téa. Is this the Tenacious Téa I've known? Crying over something completely worth crap? Heh, bullshit. Who are you and what have you done with the real Téa Gardner?"
Her blood was just about boiled, steamed, and deep fried, "YOU THINK THIS IS CRAP?! YOU THINK EXPOSING MY BOOBS TO OVER TWO HUNDRED PEOPLE IS WORTHLESS?! WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING JOSEPH WHEELER YOUR BRAIN SUCKS!" Téa scrunched her hands into full grown fists while shooting up in the air staring him square into chocolate paradise; did he have any idea how beautiful his eyes looked to women? She collapsed onto the metal chair breathing heavily.
"Yeah, two hundred people you'll never see again. Thank your lucky stars it wasn't a school assembly." There was that smirk again. She loathed that smirk. Joey slid back into his chair with his legs sprawled out in bad posture and his limbs thrust back hanging over the support of the seat. The leather jacket arms were rolled up to his elbows so you could glance at his well-toned forearm.
"Oh, ARRRGHH!! You're so annoying! I can't stomach you! Go find Mai Valentine she'll be glad to flash you her fake silicone-filled—GRR!!!" Gnashing her teeth together, she gathered up her clothing and swung behind the changing petition as she hurled over he costume to hang until she finished dressing herself into normal clothing.
"Don't think you're the only one with problems, honey," Joey walked up to the petition, "override things before they get to ya. Trust me, it'll help. Who the hell cares what people thought about your breasts—you were a great ballerina. People come to see their friends or family dance well, and that's all that matters to them. You danced well, Téa and me, Yug' and Tristan are proud of you for that." Joey, you kick ass, he mused.
Ever so slowly Téa inched out from behind the petition's wall. Her beauty shone greatly now than ever before. She let her mahogany hair fall from the bun thus giving it a crimped look. The teal blue of her eye created emphasis on the sapphire eyeshadow spread like the night sky over a carribean ocean. Her lips glimmered a flesh pink colour. The girl was clad in a black mini skirt, and a light blue silk blouse.
I'll give him a dose of his own medicine…Téa began to smirk; she almost broke into laughter, but refrained. Slyly she sways her hips from side to side as she approaches him.
"Hmm, very nice. Smart, a shirt that buttons up. Why still the box shoes, eh?" Joey winked.
"Because I want to try something." Joey's smirk was too contagious; it is still sticking to her face.
Téa boosted up onto her pointe shoes' flat carton at the tip of her toes to rely on the strength in her thighs. She met Joey's altitude, curling her wrists inward below her pelvis area in a ballet-like state.
MAYDAY…WHAT'S SHE DOIN'…MAYDAY!!! Téa swung up her arms and blossomed them carefully onto Joey's shoulders. Uh oooooooh…I thought she liked Yugi! Crap! This goes to show that I don't keep up with Miho's gossip… and why am I going weak in the knees? I don't got those shoes on! DAMN HER SEXINESS, DAMN IT ALL! Did I HAVE to wink…
Téa squished her torso against his and made the final move for a kiss. Joey didn't want to stop after the first minute, he made a concluding decision: Téa is too, too tempting!
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Yami and Tristan kept contemplating if one should go up and see if anything was wrong, as intermission had just started. Yami took a stroll up the hall and Tristan went to buy a beverage in the lobby. Just as he opened the door he decided to take a gander through the small window. He then saw it—Joey and Téa?! How could this have happened?
Yami released a long sigh, "Yugi isn't going to comprehend this kind of concept…" He caressed the millenium puzzle dangling from the thick string and closed his serene, violet eyes. The boy twisted the opposite way and headed for the restroom…
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, I hope you REALLY liked this one…took me ages ^_^; I made it long for you guys, too. PLEASE REVIEW! And remember, smoke and flames are PROHIBITED!