Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 8
They had been searching for Blake for over 15minutes, it seemed as if the platinum haired boy had completely disappeared from the concert, and Courtney was getting more than a little worried.
"Where could he be," she asked spinning around on her toes trying to see over the heads of so many different people, "what if he's hurt, or worse feeling claustrophobic, it'd be the caverns all over again. This is all my fault!" Miranda put a hand, awkwardly on her shoulder.
"I'm sure he's fine," comforted Miranda stiffly, the words nor the gesture not coming easily to her.
"Maybe, he is smart. But I'm still his big sister! He should know better than to get himself lost. Blake is so inconsiderate at times," huffed Courtney.
"Is it me," whispered Carl to Hoodsey, "but she reminds me of Ginger when she acts like that." Miranda gave him with a hard whack around the head. Carl smiled sheepishly at her. The black girl rolled her eyes dramatically then turned her attention to the panicking Courtney, who was now biting her perfectly manicured nails.
"Mama is going to kill me! No Daddy is, and then when he's through Winston will!"
"Courtney, no one is about to kill you, least of all Winston!" shouted Miranda.
"Oh yes he will," retorted Courtney, causing several people to look at them and shake their heads. "Winston adores Blake, trust me, I'm dead!"
"Always said it was the butler who did the murder," said Hoodsey, nodding his head.
"There has to be some way, this way of looking is impossible. What we need is something a little more substantial...." her eyes drifted to the stage, and more importantly the microphone. Courtney gave a squeal of delight.
"Wait here," she ordered as she dashed as fast as she could to the direction of the stage.
The remaining three looked at each other in bafflement. Then one by one they looked at where Courtney was looking.
"She wouldn't!" gasped Miranda.
"I think she might," said Hoodsey, inwardly gleeful about what was going to happen.
"Blake's going to be so mad," finished Carl, his eye following the swiftly moving teen.
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Darren couldn't believe how he got into these things. He tried to be a good Samaritan and he ended up a babysitter. It didn't help his feet were killing him, and Blake was skittering here and there, calling names randomly.
"Blake...Blake! Perhaps we should stop now, my feet are killing me," pleaded Darren.
"What for," asked Blake innocently, never before dealing with people with sore feet, or any other kinds of aches and pains.
"I want to stop," said Darren, stressing each letter of each word.
"Oh!" said Blake, slowly, "why didn't you say so?"
Darren rolled his eyes to the sky, an action he'd been doing a lot this evening, something which he'd thought kicked out of his system when Will had left for college. His head was still feeling sure over Will's "brotherly love."
"There is no reason to get so high-strung about it," said Blake, ignoring the huge number of times he had been called that, "It's not.......what is Courtney doing on the stage?"
Darren turned and the music slowly came to a stop. The blonde high- school girl was now talking to a member of the band, and the band member gave her a mircrophone. Blake's face became a deathly white.
"That knave, she wouldn't dare!" gasped Blake, as he suddenly clutched Darren's arm, squeezing the life out of it.
Blake shuddered as Courtney raised the microphone to her lips and opened her mouth.
The end of chapter eight, and with a whopping great cliffhanger at the end. So, if you want to see the obvious embarrassment that's going to happen to Blake, read and more importantly review, and have a nice day. See ya.
Chapter 8
They had been searching for Blake for over 15minutes, it seemed as if the platinum haired boy had completely disappeared from the concert, and Courtney was getting more than a little worried.
"Where could he be," she asked spinning around on her toes trying to see over the heads of so many different people, "what if he's hurt, or worse feeling claustrophobic, it'd be the caverns all over again. This is all my fault!" Miranda put a hand, awkwardly on her shoulder.
"I'm sure he's fine," comforted Miranda stiffly, the words nor the gesture not coming easily to her.
"Maybe, he is smart. But I'm still his big sister! He should know better than to get himself lost. Blake is so inconsiderate at times," huffed Courtney.
"Is it me," whispered Carl to Hoodsey, "but she reminds me of Ginger when she acts like that." Miranda gave him with a hard whack around the head. Carl smiled sheepishly at her. The black girl rolled her eyes dramatically then turned her attention to the panicking Courtney, who was now biting her perfectly manicured nails.
"Mama is going to kill me! No Daddy is, and then when he's through Winston will!"
"Courtney, no one is about to kill you, least of all Winston!" shouted Miranda.
"Oh yes he will," retorted Courtney, causing several people to look at them and shake their heads. "Winston adores Blake, trust me, I'm dead!"
"Always said it was the butler who did the murder," said Hoodsey, nodding his head.
"There has to be some way, this way of looking is impossible. What we need is something a little more substantial...." her eyes drifted to the stage, and more importantly the microphone. Courtney gave a squeal of delight.
"Wait here," she ordered as she dashed as fast as she could to the direction of the stage.
The remaining three looked at each other in bafflement. Then one by one they looked at where Courtney was looking.
"She wouldn't!" gasped Miranda.
"I think she might," said Hoodsey, inwardly gleeful about what was going to happen.
"Blake's going to be so mad," finished Carl, his eye following the swiftly moving teen.
**~**
Darren couldn't believe how he got into these things. He tried to be a good Samaritan and he ended up a babysitter. It didn't help his feet were killing him, and Blake was skittering here and there, calling names randomly.
"Blake...Blake! Perhaps we should stop now, my feet are killing me," pleaded Darren.
"What for," asked Blake innocently, never before dealing with people with sore feet, or any other kinds of aches and pains.
"I want to stop," said Darren, stressing each letter of each word.
"Oh!" said Blake, slowly, "why didn't you say so?"
Darren rolled his eyes to the sky, an action he'd been doing a lot this evening, something which he'd thought kicked out of his system when Will had left for college. His head was still feeling sure over Will's "brotherly love."
"There is no reason to get so high-strung about it," said Blake, ignoring the huge number of times he had been called that, "It's not.......what is Courtney doing on the stage?"
Darren turned and the music slowly came to a stop. The blonde high- school girl was now talking to a member of the band, and the band member gave her a mircrophone. Blake's face became a deathly white.
"That knave, she wouldn't dare!" gasped Blake, as he suddenly clutched Darren's arm, squeezing the life out of it.
Blake shuddered as Courtney raised the microphone to her lips and opened her mouth.
The end of chapter eight, and with a whopping great cliffhanger at the end. So, if you want to see the obvious embarrassment that's going to happen to Blake, read and more importantly review, and have a nice day. See ya.