Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 4
The digital alarm clock, was evil.
It was already showing the time six-forty much to Blake's anguish. The platinum haired boy was starting to have serious second thoughts about this. He'd already had tried to escape through his window but with no success.
"Master Blake," Blake glanced up, it was Winston. "Carl and one of his friends is at the door," Blake spluttered.
"It's not seven yet, and who's with him anyway?" Then Blake slapped a hand to his forehead, realising who would be with him.
"Anything the matter," asked Winston, genuinely concerned for the boy.
"Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry, you can go know Winston," he gave the butler a slight smile, something he had though beneath him a few years ago. Winston walked off, going in the direction of the kitchens. He just knew it would be Woodsey, he hoped Courtney and Miranda; the so-called Brains behind this all were prepared for some re-planning.
He walked, slower than usual to the front door, delaying the inevitable. Soon, the crush of his young life was in view, with his little tagalong. Blake could already feel his pale cheeks become a rosy colour.
"Hey, Blakey-boy," laughed Carl, green eyes twinkling with hidden mischief, he looked good, too good in fact. "Listen do you mind if Hoodsey comes along? I know it's a bit awkward but can you at least think about it..Blake? Are you all right? Blake was looking at him, rather strangely, the way that Ginger looked at Ian.
"Did you say something?" asked Blake, blinking. Carl open his mouth to start again, Hoodsey interrupted him though.
"Can I come too?" said Hoodsey, casting a suspicious look at Blake.
"I guess so," said Blake slowly, "hang on, I have to ask my sister." He half-ran up the marble staircase.
The taller boy looked at the blonde, "See Hoodsey, he's not as bad as you think, you just needed to give him a chance," effectively placing all blame for their treatment of Blake on Hoodsey.
"I guess," there was a long pause as Hoodsey gathered up his thoughts, "Carl, I'm not trying to be weird or anything but I think Blake has a cr..." his sentence was interrupted by the bombshell known as Courtney who came running down.
"Hey, you're here! Hoodsey can too, I just needed to cancel Deanne invitation," the teen shrugged and smiled, "she'll soon get over it, their always fine after the first few moments of hysteria!" She laughed at the blank expression of the two boys.
"Never mind," Miranda and Blake reappeared who seemed almost to be hiding behind the black girl.
"Maybe if everyone is here, Courtney, we should get going?"
Courtney clasped her hands together and bounced on the spot, "great, Blake get Winston here." She made her way to the door, "the rest of us will wait outside, it shouldn't take long." Then she bounded outside.
Blake started towards the red button, discreetly hidden in the decour. A plump hand stopped him.
"Blake," Hoodsey's round face was strangely serious, "Blake I know! It's so obvious anyway."
"What is," stammered Blake, "look maybe you should go outside." He winced as Hoodsey gripped his arm and pulled him close.
"You have a crush on him," said Hoodsey icily, "well let me tell you something. I care deeply for Carl, and I won't let him be corrupted by a snake like you!" He pushed Blake away from him, confused, and almost in tears.
And that's the end of chapter 4, yippee. Hoodsey lovers, don't worry he'll become nicer in later chapters, I'm just adding some spice. See you at number five and remember to review folk! See ya!
Chapter 4
The digital alarm clock, was evil.
It was already showing the time six-forty much to Blake's anguish. The platinum haired boy was starting to have serious second thoughts about this. He'd already had tried to escape through his window but with no success.
"Master Blake," Blake glanced up, it was Winston. "Carl and one of his friends is at the door," Blake spluttered.
"It's not seven yet, and who's with him anyway?" Then Blake slapped a hand to his forehead, realising who would be with him.
"Anything the matter," asked Winston, genuinely concerned for the boy.
"Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry, you can go know Winston," he gave the butler a slight smile, something he had though beneath him a few years ago. Winston walked off, going in the direction of the kitchens. He just knew it would be Woodsey, he hoped Courtney and Miranda; the so-called Brains behind this all were prepared for some re-planning.
He walked, slower than usual to the front door, delaying the inevitable. Soon, the crush of his young life was in view, with his little tagalong. Blake could already feel his pale cheeks become a rosy colour.
"Hey, Blakey-boy," laughed Carl, green eyes twinkling with hidden mischief, he looked good, too good in fact. "Listen do you mind if Hoodsey comes along? I know it's a bit awkward but can you at least think about it..Blake? Are you all right? Blake was looking at him, rather strangely, the way that Ginger looked at Ian.
"Did you say something?" asked Blake, blinking. Carl open his mouth to start again, Hoodsey interrupted him though.
"Can I come too?" said Hoodsey, casting a suspicious look at Blake.
"I guess so," said Blake slowly, "hang on, I have to ask my sister." He half-ran up the marble staircase.
The taller boy looked at the blonde, "See Hoodsey, he's not as bad as you think, you just needed to give him a chance," effectively placing all blame for their treatment of Blake on Hoodsey.
"I guess," there was a long pause as Hoodsey gathered up his thoughts, "Carl, I'm not trying to be weird or anything but I think Blake has a cr..." his sentence was interrupted by the bombshell known as Courtney who came running down.
"Hey, you're here! Hoodsey can too, I just needed to cancel Deanne invitation," the teen shrugged and smiled, "she'll soon get over it, their always fine after the first few moments of hysteria!" She laughed at the blank expression of the two boys.
"Never mind," Miranda and Blake reappeared who seemed almost to be hiding behind the black girl.
"Maybe if everyone is here, Courtney, we should get going?"
Courtney clasped her hands together and bounced on the spot, "great, Blake get Winston here." She made her way to the door, "the rest of us will wait outside, it shouldn't take long." Then she bounded outside.
Blake started towards the red button, discreetly hidden in the decour. A plump hand stopped him.
"Blake," Hoodsey's round face was strangely serious, "Blake I know! It's so obvious anyway."
"What is," stammered Blake, "look maybe you should go outside." He winced as Hoodsey gripped his arm and pulled him close.
"You have a crush on him," said Hoodsey icily, "well let me tell you something. I care deeply for Carl, and I won't let him be corrupted by a snake like you!" He pushed Blake away from him, confused, and almost in tears.
And that's the end of chapter 4, yippee. Hoodsey lovers, don't worry he'll become nicer in later chapters, I'm just adding some spice. See you at number five and remember to review folk! See ya!