Who the Fudge Cookie?-Part Four
By: Chrysylis Dawn
Disclaimer: Whoo, took me long enough. School's rough on the thinking process. Okay, so I'm making things up. I've had a horrible case of writer's block, because I hate writing these kinds of scenes. Make me feel too much like a Self Insertion author. I'M SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER SUCKS! I screwed up pretty badly on this one. But I promise to make it up to all my fans in the next chapter! More me bashing! YAY!
"Gotta finish getting ready..." I bustled about my room, searching for the right shirt. "C'moooooon! I'm gonna be late for the movie!" Where WAS it?! I wanted to wear that nice "thespian"-ish shirt for the date I had. I ducked down to look under my bed. "AH-HAH! _THERE_ you are!" I pulled it out and whipped it out, trying to get it as un-dusty and un-wrinkled as possible. I put it on, straightened it out, and ran back over to my mirror. Hair. Aw, crap.
I had my velvet-ish blue scrunchie tucked into my mouth, brushing out my hair as quickly as possible. "OW! OW! KNOT! OH, IT HUUUUURTS!" I shouted at my reflection. Done with bitching, I tied my hair up loosely with the aforementioned scrunchie. I looked at myself in the mirror. Hmm... I picked up my light blue necklace and put it on. It looked more or less like something a hippie would wear. Yeah, perfect. And... last but definitely not least, the ring. My theatre mask ring. The ring my best friend in the whole world, Kate, had given me. She said her best friend in Maine had given it to her, and she was passing it on to me because she loved me like a sister. I really have to find something special for her one day...
Finally, ready. I grabbed my purple Brownsburg coat, flung myself down the stairs, and grinned at my waiting dad. He glared at me.
"Ready?"
"Yee-up!"
"About time," I put out my hand and he forked over a ten.
"Ten? Jeez, you're becoming a cheapskate!"
*FWAP!*
"AH! CHILD ABUSE! CHILD ABUSE!"
I love my parents.
We piled outside to an aquamarine green truck, 94' Ford Ranger XLT. I loved this truck. It's mine, ya know. Despite the fact that I can't drive for another 2 years or so. And within fifteen minutes, we pulled up in front of the theatre. I thanked my dad for a ride, kissed him on the cheek (Daddy's girl. ^_^), and hopped out of the truck, saying I'd use the pay phone when I needed a ride back. He nodded, told me to have a good time, and promised me he'd bring a rifle with him on his way to pick me up in case my date did anything wrong. I burst out laughing and said thanks for the thought. Of course, why would my father ever understand why I laughed?
I turned around and looked for Quatre. I nearly fell over laughing when I saw him. He was crouched down at the far corner in front of the movie theater, making a little snowman. It was so cute! Of course, this was probably his first time around snow. I remember when I was like that. Sort of. Except, I was three.
Now, I could be mean and mischievous and chuck a harmless snowball at him. But it's Quatre. I can't do that. So, how do I get his attention?
*THWAP!* "What the-?" Quatre brushed snow off his back and turned around, looking for the culprit. Okay, so I'm not very creative. I grinned and waved at him. He gave be a friendly glare, I don't know how, but he did, and started to grab for some snow. I laughed and ran, and he ran after me, pelting me in return. I stopped and surrendered, and he laughed.
"Turn about's fair play, huh?" He laughed.
"Right. Cute snow man, by the way," I giggled as he blushed a little, and I took his arm as we walked into the theatre. He insisted on getting the tickets (and wouldn't let me pretend to be 11 to get a cheaper price. I can do it, too!), so I insisted on paying for drinks. Stupid theaters. As if I could afford more than two drinks.
So we made our way into the actual theatre after that. We found seats in the stadium seating. They claimed every theatre had stadium seating. Ooh, elevation. Whoo, how fun. We sat about center elevation, on the end of a row. Not too many people today, which was rather surprising, since it was the first weekend of winter break. Then again, we were in Avon, as opposed to Brownsburg. Brownsburg didn't have it's own theatre yet, I guess it was too small. Well, there WAS the drive-thru, but it's the middle of winter and- oh yeah, the plot. Right. Gotcha. I'll shut up now.
To tell the truth, I was nervous as all hell. I mean, it felt awkward for me. There were three major reasons for this, and of course billions of other minor reasons that would take a few pages to list. But the three major ones were: One, I had a huge crush on Quatre. Two, I never thought I'd EVER have the chance to be sitting next to him, or rather, ever even SEE him in person. Three, it was my first date. Give me a break, so I'm not in high demand. I could feel my hands sweating, a nervous reaction that runs heavily in my family. As in, they were soaked. Okay, think. Give a non-embarrassing reason for having soaking wet hands...
Thirty minutes later...
"You haven't let go of that coke for the entire movie... Is something wrong?" Quatre asked, with a tone of curiosity and sincere concern. Aww. He's so cute!
"No! Nothing's wrong. I'm fine, perfectly fine!" I gave one of the worst nervous smiles I ever had. He probably caught on that I was nervous; he may be naive, but he's not stupid. He smiled at me and nodded, then turned his attention back to the movie.
Thirty minutes later...
"No! Not Snails! NOOOOOOO!" I whispered loudly, slightly aware of the others in the theatre. I heard sniffling next to me and turned to look at Quatre.
"But... no... that's not supposed to happen!" he turned and started sobbing on my shoulder.
"Dammit," I thought. "Siri was right. Again. Spoot. Sort of. I think. I shouldn't be thinking this often," ...You know, I have a very strange thought process.
I sighed and patted Quatre on the back.
"It's okay, Quatre. At least he didn't die in vain, right?"
"*sniffle* I guess. *sniffle*"
* * * * *
"We'll be needing an apartment in this establishment," said a tall and distinguished appearing man. He had two colleagues standing behind him, one male with long platinum blonde hair, and a female with brown hair tied up in buns. They were all dressed in military uniform, unlike anything seen in the 21st century. Naturally, the receptionist gave them very strange looks.
"Um, yes, sure, and how will you be paying for your apartment?" he raised a somewhat suspicious and, how to say, "weirded out" eyebrow.
"Whatever the costs are, I assure you, they will be paid in full whenever the dues are needed," the man reassured. He gave a pleasant smile, that of a diplomat, and the receptionist agreed, giving them three keys to an apartment.
As the three were walking away, another conversation ensued.
"Quite well done, your Excellency. You fit in perfectly wherever you go,"
"Thank you, Lady, but your flatteries I have not yet earned,"
"God, she's such a suck-up,"
"What was that, Merquise?!"
"Nothing, Col. Une,"
* * * * *
The movie had just ended, and Quatre and I were walking out of the dark theatre.
"Great movie, huh?"
"It was kind of sad..."
"But the ending leaves so much to be said! Honestly, I bet Snails will be back!"
Quatre smiled.
"Yeah, he probably will,"
I walked over to the payphone next to the arcade room (the whole 5ft x 5ft space that thing is. _ Cheap games too.), and dropped in thirty-five cents. *Ring... Ring...*
"Hello, Joe's Pizzaria," a male's voice asked.
"Hi, dad. I need to be picked up now,"
"I dunno, how much do you weigh?"
"Ha, ha, very funny. See you in a bit,"
"'Kay, bye,"
I hung up the phone.
"What was that all about?" Quatre asked, smiling a little. I don't know why he smiled, but he did. It sort of made me feel warm inside. It was kind of odd...
"That was just my dad. He's weird," I grinned. "He's cool, but he's weird,"
He nodded a bit, and like the gentleman he is, offered his arm to me, which I took happily.
"It's great you're close to your parents like that..." he commented. He was still smiling, but his eyes were sad. I left the pause there for a moment, then replied.
"Thanks for taking me out, I really enjoyed myself tonight," I gave him a smile, in hopes of changing the subject again. I didn't like seeing him sad like that. It made me sad. I don't like seeing people sad in general.
He looked up, and the sadness washed away from his eyes.
"Me too, I had a lot of fun. We should do this again,"
That caught me off guard.
"R-Really? I-... I'd love to," I smiled, still nervous as all hell permitted.
"Good, I'll call you sometime then,"
"Alright, but make sure it's not when I'm playing a game,"
We both laughed. Ahh, the evilness that is interruptions of my game time.
"Oh, there's my dad," I saw the white van pull up this time. "Do you need a ride? I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind,"
"What?" he looked a bit surprised at the offer, considered it for about a split second, then declined. "No, no, I'll be fine,"
"You have a ride then?"
"No, but I'll walk,"
I laughed. "No, no, it's way too far for you to walk! C'mon, we'll give you a ride," I took his hand and started to move towards the door, but he pulled me back.
"No, really, it's fine. I told you, I need the exercise,"
"Give me a break, you probably weigh less than I do!" I shook my head. "I'm not gonna let you walk home like that!"
He stopped for a moment, looked at me curiously, and then nodded. "Alright, thank you," he smiled that same smile again. I like that smile. Okay, so, I'm obsessed with that smile. He's adorable! How could you not love him?!
"Hey dad?" I asked as I opened the passenger side door. "Can we give Quatre a ride home? Please?"
My dad sighed, and just smiled at me. "Ya know, I suspected as much. Why do you think I'm driving the van? For fun?"
I smiled, "Thanks Dad," and shut the passenger door, then opened up the door next to it, to the back of the van. "C'mon, just tell my dad where to go," I sat in the back passenger seat behind the driver's seat, and Quatre got in the passenger seat next to mine. We had one of those really big vans. Like, fit-eight-people-into-one-van-comfortably big. It had a TV, VCR, and second stereo, all of which didn't work!
We mostly rode the way in silence, except for when Quatre was giving directions. There wasn't really anything that needed to be said. I drummed my fingers together, and after what seemed like an hour of driving (really, fifteen minutes), we got to a small apartment complex. I knew where this was... It was just down the street from where Kate lived!
"Well, thanks for the ride!" Quatre hopped out of the van and smiled. My dad nodded. He wasn't much of a talker. I smiled back.
"No problem, I couldn't let you walk, after all. I'll see you later then, huh?"
"Yeah, I'll call so we can get together again,"
"Okay, see ya then!" I grabbed the door and pulled it shut. He waved, and then ran to a flight of stairs, I'm assuming, where his shared apartment was. I smiled and relaxed in the seat.
"So did he kiss you?"
"DAD!"