A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait on this chapter, I was kinda on a break .
. . Anywho, glad you're back to read more!!
CHAPTER 9
It had been days on that little boat. The Argentinean knew how little time he had left with Christian and wanted to make the most of their time left together.
Argentinean: "Hey Christian, have you ever . . . experimented?"
The Argentinean smirked suggestively.
Christian: (focused on driving) "What are you babbling about Argentinean?"
The Argentinean wrapped his bubble gum around his finger and pulled it out, teasing Christian.
Christian: "Ugh! That's disgusting! Keep your gum in your mouth."
The Argentinean frowned and folded his arms. This Christian was one tough cookie.
Argentinean: "What I mean is . . . have you thought of . . . converting??"
Christian: "Well, yes . . . "
The Argentinean perked up and stared at him in amazement.
Christian: "I've been thinking about becoming Jewish."
The Argentinean slumped back into his seat in disappointment. Christian went on and on about his thoughts about becoming Jewish. Not exactly the type of "converting" the Argentinean was talking about. The Argentinean thought maybe it was time to muster up his courage and just plant one right on his cheek.
He faced Christian and puckered his lips. He lunged himself toward Christian, but at the same time Christian had jumped to his feet.
Christian: "HALLEJIUAH! We've gotten to Paris! Look at that Eiffel Tower, Argentinean! Argentinean?"
Christian looked down to see the Argentinean's face smooshed into Christian's side.
Christian: "What are you doing now?"
Argentinean: "Oh . . . uh . . . That a great scent! What detergent is that?"
Christian: "My Snuggly Wuggly Bear! He's so cute!"
And Christian began to ramble on about Snuggles. The Argentinean rolled his eyes and began to tune out of Christian's voice. He could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Their romance was doomed! He didn't want to hear another word about this stupid Snuggly Bear, so he fell back asleep.
Christian: "You foreigners sure are strange."
Christian steered the boat up toward the land and hopped off.
Christian: "HOME! At last!"
Christian fell to his knees and kissed the ground, filling his mouth with dirt.
Argentinean: "That dirt doesn't know how lucky it is . . . "
Christian and the Argentinean were on their way to the Moulin Rouge. Christian promised the Argentinean that as soon as he got to see Satine again, he would buy his ticket back to Argentina first thing, not noticing the Argentinean's quivering lip and watery eyes.
Christian, meanwhile, was having a great time, seeing old Montmarte again and all the strange villagers. He was quite turned on by all the women, having been in jail for a while.
Christian: (whistling at an old woman with one eye and a peg leg) "Hey there, cutie!"
Once at the Moulin Rouge, Christian climbed up the Elephant as quick as he could, leaving the sad Argentinean behind. He swung himself like a monkey into the Red Room and landed on his knees, with his arms open.
Christian: "Ohhhh Lucy, I'm hoooome!!! . . . Shit, I mean . . . Satine!"
Christian smiled wide and waited for Satine to run into his arms, but when she did not come, he opened one eye to see what was going on.
There was his father sitting in his wheelchair, with Satine on his lap!
Christian: "FATHER!!!"
Father: "Christian!"
Christian: "SATINE!!!"
Satine: *gasp!*
Christian: "I escape jail . . . I risk my life . . . just to see you, Satine! And this is how I find you? Scantly clad in the arms of another man! AND MY FATHER!!! I thought you loved me . . . "
His father wheeled his way over to Christian and gave him a pitiful look.
Father: "You see Christian? This can-can dancer doesn't love you. You don't need love."
Christian: (sniffling) "B-but, all you need is . . . "
Father: "NO! Love is like poison! Love is a many stupid thing. Love brings us down to Hell where we all burn. The last thing you need is love."
Christian looked painfully at Satine, who was nodding her head in agreement. Christian looked at her bitterly.
Christian: "Satine, why?"
Satine: (in an unusually high pitched voice) "Hmmm..mmm?"
Christian: "The least you could do is answer me!!!"
Satine: "Mmmm . . . "
Christian walked angrily toward her, Satine backing away with every step.
Father: "Christian, don't go to her. It's useless! CHRISTIAN!!!"
As Christian got closer, he began to see that Satine had oddly grown a red mustache and seemed to have gained about 200 pounds. He looked a little closer and saw that it was not Satine at all, but Zidler with a red wig and wearing a dress.
Christian: "Zidler!"
Christian's father grumbled angrily under his breath. Christian ripped the wig off his head and tossed it to the ground.
Christian: "Where's Satine?"
Zidler lifted his index finger and opened his mouth, as if he was about to make a serious statement, but then snapped around and ran for the door.
Zidler: "Smell ya later!"
Christian turned around and glared at his father.
Father: "I had a feeling that psychotic, mouse-loving old man might mess up my first plan! Obviously, my back-up didn't work too well on you either, son. You might be a dumb ass, but you certainly are clever, my boy!"
Christian: "Why are you doing this?"
Father: "I thought perhaps if you thought this can-can dancer did not love you, you would give up, but no! You couldn't leave it alone!"
Christian: "Stay out of my life!"
Father: "I was hoping it would not come to this!"
His father pulled out a gun.
Father: "Either you come back to London or I will end this now. I will either have a respectable son or no son at all!"
Christian: "Don't do anything crazy, you old bastard. I'll go with you."
Christian walked toward his father, but to his father's shock, grabbed hold of the wheel chair handles and wheeled him out onto the balcony. His father screeched, his gun flying out of his hands, and with one forceful push, Christian's father rolled off the Elephant and splatted on the ground.
A/N: Well, now that that's out of the way, won't be long until the much anticipated (well, not really) ending is posted!!
Glad you were so amused to be addressed, Schizo Elf Chick! Here I am, doing it again!!! I love you - thanks for all the reviews! And a huge thank you to Kattydid also, you guys have been great!
DISCLAIMER: See other chapter's disclaimers. (I'm getting tired of writing these.) Maybe I should mention the "Lucy I'm hooome" is from I Love Lucy . . .
CHAPTER 9
It had been days on that little boat. The Argentinean knew how little time he had left with Christian and wanted to make the most of their time left together.
Argentinean: "Hey Christian, have you ever . . . experimented?"
The Argentinean smirked suggestively.
Christian: (focused on driving) "What are you babbling about Argentinean?"
The Argentinean wrapped his bubble gum around his finger and pulled it out, teasing Christian.
Christian: "Ugh! That's disgusting! Keep your gum in your mouth."
The Argentinean frowned and folded his arms. This Christian was one tough cookie.
Argentinean: "What I mean is . . . have you thought of . . . converting??"
Christian: "Well, yes . . . "
The Argentinean perked up and stared at him in amazement.
Christian: "I've been thinking about becoming Jewish."
The Argentinean slumped back into his seat in disappointment. Christian went on and on about his thoughts about becoming Jewish. Not exactly the type of "converting" the Argentinean was talking about. The Argentinean thought maybe it was time to muster up his courage and just plant one right on his cheek.
He faced Christian and puckered his lips. He lunged himself toward Christian, but at the same time Christian had jumped to his feet.
Christian: "HALLEJIUAH! We've gotten to Paris! Look at that Eiffel Tower, Argentinean! Argentinean?"
Christian looked down to see the Argentinean's face smooshed into Christian's side.
Christian: "What are you doing now?"
Argentinean: "Oh . . . uh . . . That a great scent! What detergent is that?"
Christian: "My Snuggly Wuggly Bear! He's so cute!"
And Christian began to ramble on about Snuggles. The Argentinean rolled his eyes and began to tune out of Christian's voice. He could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Their romance was doomed! He didn't want to hear another word about this stupid Snuggly Bear, so he fell back asleep.
Christian: "You foreigners sure are strange."
Christian steered the boat up toward the land and hopped off.
Christian: "HOME! At last!"
Christian fell to his knees and kissed the ground, filling his mouth with dirt.
Argentinean: "That dirt doesn't know how lucky it is . . . "
Christian and the Argentinean were on their way to the Moulin Rouge. Christian promised the Argentinean that as soon as he got to see Satine again, he would buy his ticket back to Argentina first thing, not noticing the Argentinean's quivering lip and watery eyes.
Christian, meanwhile, was having a great time, seeing old Montmarte again and all the strange villagers. He was quite turned on by all the women, having been in jail for a while.
Christian: (whistling at an old woman with one eye and a peg leg) "Hey there, cutie!"
Once at the Moulin Rouge, Christian climbed up the Elephant as quick as he could, leaving the sad Argentinean behind. He swung himself like a monkey into the Red Room and landed on his knees, with his arms open.
Christian: "Ohhhh Lucy, I'm hoooome!!! . . . Shit, I mean . . . Satine!"
Christian smiled wide and waited for Satine to run into his arms, but when she did not come, he opened one eye to see what was going on.
There was his father sitting in his wheelchair, with Satine on his lap!
Christian: "FATHER!!!"
Father: "Christian!"
Christian: "SATINE!!!"
Satine: *gasp!*
Christian: "I escape jail . . . I risk my life . . . just to see you, Satine! And this is how I find you? Scantly clad in the arms of another man! AND MY FATHER!!! I thought you loved me . . . "
His father wheeled his way over to Christian and gave him a pitiful look.
Father: "You see Christian? This can-can dancer doesn't love you. You don't need love."
Christian: (sniffling) "B-but, all you need is . . . "
Father: "NO! Love is like poison! Love is a many stupid thing. Love brings us down to Hell where we all burn. The last thing you need is love."
Christian looked painfully at Satine, who was nodding her head in agreement. Christian looked at her bitterly.
Christian: "Satine, why?"
Satine: (in an unusually high pitched voice) "Hmmm..mmm?"
Christian: "The least you could do is answer me!!!"
Satine: "Mmmm . . . "
Christian walked angrily toward her, Satine backing away with every step.
Father: "Christian, don't go to her. It's useless! CHRISTIAN!!!"
As Christian got closer, he began to see that Satine had oddly grown a red mustache and seemed to have gained about 200 pounds. He looked a little closer and saw that it was not Satine at all, but Zidler with a red wig and wearing a dress.
Christian: "Zidler!"
Christian's father grumbled angrily under his breath. Christian ripped the wig off his head and tossed it to the ground.
Christian: "Where's Satine?"
Zidler lifted his index finger and opened his mouth, as if he was about to make a serious statement, but then snapped around and ran for the door.
Zidler: "Smell ya later!"
Christian turned around and glared at his father.
Father: "I had a feeling that psychotic, mouse-loving old man might mess up my first plan! Obviously, my back-up didn't work too well on you either, son. You might be a dumb ass, but you certainly are clever, my boy!"
Christian: "Why are you doing this?"
Father: "I thought perhaps if you thought this can-can dancer did not love you, you would give up, but no! You couldn't leave it alone!"
Christian: "Stay out of my life!"
Father: "I was hoping it would not come to this!"
His father pulled out a gun.
Father: "Either you come back to London or I will end this now. I will either have a respectable son or no son at all!"
Christian: "Don't do anything crazy, you old bastard. I'll go with you."
Christian walked toward his father, but to his father's shock, grabbed hold of the wheel chair handles and wheeled him out onto the balcony. His father screeched, his gun flying out of his hands, and with one forceful push, Christian's father rolled off the Elephant and splatted on the ground.
A/N: Well, now that that's out of the way, won't be long until the much anticipated (well, not really) ending is posted!!
Glad you were so amused to be addressed, Schizo Elf Chick! Here I am, doing it again!!! I love you - thanks for all the reviews! And a huge thank you to Kattydid also, you guys have been great!
DISCLAIMER: See other chapter's disclaimers. (I'm getting tired of writing these.) Maybe I should mention the "Lucy I'm hooome" is from I Love Lucy . . .