Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 3
Blake quickly covered the mouth piece on the phone. "What do I do, it's Carl," hissed Blake, Miranda thoughtfully put a finger on her lip. "Oh, let's see now. Ah, yes. How about saying, hello to him or something." Courtney put a hand on the girl's designer shirt. "Now, now Miranda. Remember Ian, and that little date you had arranged."
If there was a God, Blake believed now, since Miranda's face went a peculiar shade of red.
"HELLO, Blake are you listening to me," came Carl's slightly irate voice. Blake uncovered the telephone.
"Uh, hi Carl." Blake winced at how high-pitched his voice was sounding. Carl would know something was wrong for sure.
Strangely enough, he didn't.
"I wanted to get more details about the concert, you know, before the Courtney's phone gave out. Like do I meet you at the concert, and times getting back and everything?"
Blake turned to his sister, who started talking to him softly, as so not to be heard.
"Oh, you meet at our place....at seven, seven? Yeah, seven. Winston'll drive us down there. The concert ends at twelve, but we'll leave earlier if your Mom wants us to.
"What kind of music is it, who's playing?" asked Carl.
"You except me to know? It's a Nu metal thing. Father decided he wanted to get with the music of this time."
Carl chuckled. "Yeah, mine wants to get into everything I do. It's nuts, he's not around for years, and all of a sudden it's lets go out and do stuff. The thing is, the stuff he wants to do. I've already out grown. Anyway, I have to go, The time I'm allowed on the phone is shortening by the minute. Bye!"
The phone was obviously put down so Blake switched his off.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" smiled Courtney sweetly.
Blake scowled at her. "Maybe for you. Oh, I remembered something, who's the fifth ticket for?"
Courtney smiled secretly she looked conspiringly around, and whispered in a loud whisper. "Someone, who is not privy to the plot, my young apprentice," with a side long glances at people.
Miranda sighed, "We need to get you out of that drama group." She dragged the blonde girl by the arm, and frog marched her out of the mall, Blake following at her heels.
~**~
As often as Hoodsey told him, Mr Bishop was still convinced that fish could be found in the lake. It was a belief that he had been holding for several hours now.
"There isn't anything here, let's go. Come on Dad, we'll stop off for a burger on the way home." Hoodsey hoped the mention of food would sway his father. George Bishop looked at his son, before recasting a line.
"It's the principle of fishing that counts, the peacefulness, the solitude. It's the greatest gift a father can give his son." "I'd prefer a stereo," muttered Hoodsey.
The older man tugged the collar on his t-shirt and shifted in the boat. "Now Hoodsey, you know what your Mom feels about that sort of stuff." Joanne Bishop was still strict and harsh, and more than certain that Carl should be locked up. His sister was starting, in his opinion, to take after her. Carl was certain that it was teenage angst.
"Dad, please. I'm not having fun, and I've already run through my life six times now. Besides," he threw a packet of something barely edible into the water, before remembering the no littering rule. He leaned forward out of the boat and took it out of the water. "I would like to eat something that I can pronouce, you know."
"Do you really want to go?" sighed Mr Bishop, Hoodsey nodded frantically and gave his best "Don't you love me anymore" look. The one that surprisingly had got him off detention. He was sure that it was the still chubby cheeks that set it off. He wished that people would stop pinching them.
They worked. Hoodsey smiled to himself as they sped off in the car. Hopefully they'd be back before six-thirty. He couldn't wait.
Well this is interesting, will Hoodsey be a help, or mess things up for Blake. The next chapter comes in soon, hopefully. Till then, read and review.
Chapter 3
Blake quickly covered the mouth piece on the phone. "What do I do, it's Carl," hissed Blake, Miranda thoughtfully put a finger on her lip. "Oh, let's see now. Ah, yes. How about saying, hello to him or something." Courtney put a hand on the girl's designer shirt. "Now, now Miranda. Remember Ian, and that little date you had arranged."
If there was a God, Blake believed now, since Miranda's face went a peculiar shade of red.
"HELLO, Blake are you listening to me," came Carl's slightly irate voice. Blake uncovered the telephone.
"Uh, hi Carl." Blake winced at how high-pitched his voice was sounding. Carl would know something was wrong for sure.
Strangely enough, he didn't.
"I wanted to get more details about the concert, you know, before the Courtney's phone gave out. Like do I meet you at the concert, and times getting back and everything?"
Blake turned to his sister, who started talking to him softly, as so not to be heard.
"Oh, you meet at our place....at seven, seven? Yeah, seven. Winston'll drive us down there. The concert ends at twelve, but we'll leave earlier if your Mom wants us to.
"What kind of music is it, who's playing?" asked Carl.
"You except me to know? It's a Nu metal thing. Father decided he wanted to get with the music of this time."
Carl chuckled. "Yeah, mine wants to get into everything I do. It's nuts, he's not around for years, and all of a sudden it's lets go out and do stuff. The thing is, the stuff he wants to do. I've already out grown. Anyway, I have to go, The time I'm allowed on the phone is shortening by the minute. Bye!"
The phone was obviously put down so Blake switched his off.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" smiled Courtney sweetly.
Blake scowled at her. "Maybe for you. Oh, I remembered something, who's the fifth ticket for?"
Courtney smiled secretly she looked conspiringly around, and whispered in a loud whisper. "Someone, who is not privy to the plot, my young apprentice," with a side long glances at people.
Miranda sighed, "We need to get you out of that drama group." She dragged the blonde girl by the arm, and frog marched her out of the mall, Blake following at her heels.
~**~
As often as Hoodsey told him, Mr Bishop was still convinced that fish could be found in the lake. It was a belief that he had been holding for several hours now.
"There isn't anything here, let's go. Come on Dad, we'll stop off for a burger on the way home." Hoodsey hoped the mention of food would sway his father. George Bishop looked at his son, before recasting a line.
"It's the principle of fishing that counts, the peacefulness, the solitude. It's the greatest gift a father can give his son." "I'd prefer a stereo," muttered Hoodsey.
The older man tugged the collar on his t-shirt and shifted in the boat. "Now Hoodsey, you know what your Mom feels about that sort of stuff." Joanne Bishop was still strict and harsh, and more than certain that Carl should be locked up. His sister was starting, in his opinion, to take after her. Carl was certain that it was teenage angst.
"Dad, please. I'm not having fun, and I've already run through my life six times now. Besides," he threw a packet of something barely edible into the water, before remembering the no littering rule. He leaned forward out of the boat and took it out of the water. "I would like to eat something that I can pronouce, you know."
"Do you really want to go?" sighed Mr Bishop, Hoodsey nodded frantically and gave his best "Don't you love me anymore" look. The one that surprisingly had got him off detention. He was sure that it was the still chubby cheeks that set it off. He wished that people would stop pinching them.
They worked. Hoodsey smiled to himself as they sped off in the car. Hopefully they'd be back before six-thirty. He couldn't wait.
Well this is interesting, will Hoodsey be a help, or mess things up for Blake. The next chapter comes in soon, hopefully. Till then, read and review.