Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 5
The atmosphere in the limo was awful, at best. Courtney couldn't understand it. So, the crushes best friend had come along, but Blake would have to get to tolerate Woodsey, or was it Hoodsey to be Carl's boyfriend. Blake was making looking out the window, keeping his face from being seen.
"Blake," said Courtney, trying to get her little brother to start talking, "would you like a soda or something?" She blessed silently the fact she was near the drinks cabinet, not to mention she could eat the peanuts.
"Nah, it's okay." Blake pushed a button and the glass separating them from Winston went down. "Winston, how far away is it now," they'd been driving for what seemed forever and a day.
The scrawny man smiled, "It's right around the corner, good thing that this limo is sound proof, I'll bet it's deafening out there,
"Alright!" Carl pumped a hand in the air, almost punching Miranda out; she gave a withering look to the boy, who melted in his seat.
"Sorry, Miranda," already Carl was learning the rules of staying alive when Miranda was near.
"Oh it doesn't matter," smiled Courtney, "oh, and you boys don't have to stay near us, it's a sort of move and mingle thing. Just meet us by the limo when it's time to get home. And have fun!"
"I'm sure we will Courtney," said Hoodsey, glancing at Blake who quickly looked out the window, "I'm sure we will."
**~~**
The atmosphere was amazing, and like Courtney said, everyone was moving about, hardly a person was sitting down. They could see some of their classmates, with more people coming in from the entrances.
"This place is so cool," laughed Carl, he grabbed both Blake and Hoodsey by the hand and started to drag them through the crowd, Blake scowled as Courtney winked at him with a small wave.
"I don't think we should move to far away from Courtney and Miranda!" protested Blake over the noise of the crowd.
"Scared Blakey-boy?" smirked Carl, Blake pouted slightly and tugged his hand, albeit reluctantly away from Carl.
"No!" he said, a little too quickly, "I just think they night...." He was cut of as the crowd suddenly surged and was pushed away from Carl. He frantically tried to get through them to no success.
"Hey, kid! Get outta the way!" a large teen shoved the blonde away from him, into a brunette boy with a monkey on his shoulder?
"Brandon, what are you doing in a place like this?" he straightened up slightly away his older classmate.
"Mr Liquorice just looovvveeeessss concerts! Don't you?" Brandon replied tickling the poor monkey under his chin.
"Riiggght, I'm going to go know," Blake started to back away from Brandon.
"Mr Liquorice doesn't want you to go, are you having fun, my brother and his friends are here! Isn't this cool?"
"It's....wonderful, I have to go. I got separated from Carl, and we really should be with people, so why don't you go find my brother and I'll go find Carl, how about it?" He winced as Brandon dug his sharp fingernails into arm; Brandon was looking angrily at him.
"Mr Liquorice wants you to stay," he said, stressing every word, the grip on Blake's arm tightened, he tried to break the grip, till the monkey bared his teeth at him and he quailed.
"Now!" exclaimed Brandon, his voice was light and hyper like always, but his face was intently staring at Blake, "let's go have some fun, shall we?" He pulled Blake further away from Carl and Woodsey.
"Look, Brandon, I'd love to hang out with you, but they'll all be worried. Besides I'm not sure a monkey is allowed in here!" Blake desperately tried to reason with the teen.
"Mr Liquorice goes wherever I go, and we are going to have some fun..understand?" Brandon finished off angrily; Blake was getting scared now, though he would never admit it to himself. The actions of Brandon were frightening him to no end.
Okay, that's the end of chapter 5, complete with the psychotic Brandon Higsby, Read, review, and I might just tell you what else will happen. So long!
Chapter 5
The atmosphere in the limo was awful, at best. Courtney couldn't understand it. So, the crushes best friend had come along, but Blake would have to get to tolerate Woodsey, or was it Hoodsey to be Carl's boyfriend. Blake was making looking out the window, keeping his face from being seen.
"Blake," said Courtney, trying to get her little brother to start talking, "would you like a soda or something?" She blessed silently the fact she was near the drinks cabinet, not to mention she could eat the peanuts.
"Nah, it's okay." Blake pushed a button and the glass separating them from Winston went down. "Winston, how far away is it now," they'd been driving for what seemed forever and a day.
The scrawny man smiled, "It's right around the corner, good thing that this limo is sound proof, I'll bet it's deafening out there,
"Alright!" Carl pumped a hand in the air, almost punching Miranda out; she gave a withering look to the boy, who melted in his seat.
"Sorry, Miranda," already Carl was learning the rules of staying alive when Miranda was near.
"Oh it doesn't matter," smiled Courtney, "oh, and you boys don't have to stay near us, it's a sort of move and mingle thing. Just meet us by the limo when it's time to get home. And have fun!"
"I'm sure we will Courtney," said Hoodsey, glancing at Blake who quickly looked out the window, "I'm sure we will."
**~~**
The atmosphere was amazing, and like Courtney said, everyone was moving about, hardly a person was sitting down. They could see some of their classmates, with more people coming in from the entrances.
"This place is so cool," laughed Carl, he grabbed both Blake and Hoodsey by the hand and started to drag them through the crowd, Blake scowled as Courtney winked at him with a small wave.
"I don't think we should move to far away from Courtney and Miranda!" protested Blake over the noise of the crowd.
"Scared Blakey-boy?" smirked Carl, Blake pouted slightly and tugged his hand, albeit reluctantly away from Carl.
"No!" he said, a little too quickly, "I just think they night...." He was cut of as the crowd suddenly surged and was pushed away from Carl. He frantically tried to get through them to no success.
"Hey, kid! Get outta the way!" a large teen shoved the blonde away from him, into a brunette boy with a monkey on his shoulder?
"Brandon, what are you doing in a place like this?" he straightened up slightly away his older classmate.
"Mr Liquorice just looovvveeeessss concerts! Don't you?" Brandon replied tickling the poor monkey under his chin.
"Riiggght, I'm going to go know," Blake started to back away from Brandon.
"Mr Liquorice doesn't want you to go, are you having fun, my brother and his friends are here! Isn't this cool?"
"It's....wonderful, I have to go. I got separated from Carl, and we really should be with people, so why don't you go find my brother and I'll go find Carl, how about it?" He winced as Brandon dug his sharp fingernails into arm; Brandon was looking angrily at him.
"Mr Liquorice wants you to stay," he said, stressing every word, the grip on Blake's arm tightened, he tried to break the grip, till the monkey bared his teeth at him and he quailed.
"Now!" exclaimed Brandon, his voice was light and hyper like always, but his face was intently staring at Blake, "let's go have some fun, shall we?" He pulled Blake further away from Carl and Woodsey.
"Look, Brandon, I'd love to hang out with you, but they'll all be worried. Besides I'm not sure a monkey is allowed in here!" Blake desperately tried to reason with the teen.
"Mr Liquorice goes wherever I go, and we are going to have some fun..understand?" Brandon finished off angrily; Blake was getting scared now, though he would never admit it to himself. The actions of Brandon were frightening him to no end.
Okay, that's the end of chapter 5, complete with the psychotic Brandon Higsby, Read, review, and I might just tell you what else will happen. So long!