Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 9
Blake clutched his Darren's hand so tightly that Darren thought all the bones would be broken by the end of the day. His classmate was smiling sweetly at the audience, some who were puzzled about all this, and some who were screaming murder at the girl.
"I know you want to go back to this," she waved a condescending hand around the stadium, "but I just to need to find someone." She peered at the audience, looking for Blake. "Aha, there, thank you!" With that the girl practically flew of the stage, as the band hurriedly started the next song.
"I don't believe this," said Blake, faintly, "I didn't get embarrassed, my life isn't going to worried." He almost sank to the ground in relief, maybe the evening would start going right for once. It wasn't like there was anything to ruin the evening.
Blake groaned.
He still had to tell Carl how he felt, and possibly get his heart torn out. He wondered if that teen who wanted to ruin his face was still about.
"What's wrong," asked Darren, keeping an eye out for Courtney. The sooner he could stop babysitting, the sooner he could actually enjoy the concert.
"Nothing. I'm just...oh, you wouldn't understand. It's that I need to tell someone I like them, a lot."
Darren shrugged, "You shouldn't be afraid to tell someone how you feel, it's stupid."
" Have you ever had to do something like this?" said Blake, hotly. Darren laughed nervously and ran a hand through his hair.
"Well, I never actually told the girl how I feel, but this isn't about me. Tell the girl how you feel, that my advice."
"It isn't a girl."
"Oh! Who?"
"Carl."
"Ah!"
Then what could be considered a conversation came to a halt as Courtney, with a wide grin on her face came up to meet them. "Finally, I was so worried!" Courtney swooped down and hugged him; Blake struggled futilely to get free.
"If you ever make me worry like that again," admonished Courtney, "I'll throw your telescope into the trash!" Blake gulped nervously.
"Hey, it's not his fault. Leave your bro alone," said Darren, butting into the brother sister conversation.
"Who are you?" asked Courtney, raising an eyebrow.
Darren sighed. He wondered how she could not remember him. Blake was sort of understandable, but Courtney! He'd been in the same class with her for years. It was too much.
"I'm Darren Patterson, Will's little brother," he said stonily.
Courtney gave a squeal of delight at Will's name, "He is so dreamy," she sighed, "so you're Darren. Pleased to meet you," she held out her hand and Darren albeit nervously took it.
"Ah, now I remember. Your Ginger Foutley's friend. Is she here?"
"Nah, her, Dodie and Macie were planning a girls night in, you know the works."
"How quaint," said Courtney, a slight smirk on her face, "well we should be going. It's rude to keep them waiting. Darren, are you coming?"
Blake furiously mouthed no to him.
"Yes."
Courtney clasped her hands, "Brilliant, more the merrier, well come along then." The two boys started following her towards where Cal, Hoodsey and Miranda supposedly were.
"Oh, Blake," said Courtney as she gently weaved through a very close couple, "Carl doesn't mind. He's actually willing to give a few dates a try.....Blake are you listening to me?" She turned round angrily to find Blake standing, trapped in a large pressing group of teens. Their heavyset bodies and closeness making him fell ill and severely claustrophobic.
"Courtney....I don't feel so good.." Courtney and Darren both rushed forward as Blake collapsed to the floor.
End of Chapter 9, and with another cliffhanger. Curse my evil nature! Well, Review, and something else for you to do. Suggest a girl for Darren, who he hasn't admitted to he likes yet. Alright. See ya!
Chapter 9
Blake clutched his Darren's hand so tightly that Darren thought all the bones would be broken by the end of the day. His classmate was smiling sweetly at the audience, some who were puzzled about all this, and some who were screaming murder at the girl.
"I know you want to go back to this," she waved a condescending hand around the stadium, "but I just to need to find someone." She peered at the audience, looking for Blake. "Aha, there, thank you!" With that the girl practically flew of the stage, as the band hurriedly started the next song.
"I don't believe this," said Blake, faintly, "I didn't get embarrassed, my life isn't going to worried." He almost sank to the ground in relief, maybe the evening would start going right for once. It wasn't like there was anything to ruin the evening.
Blake groaned.
He still had to tell Carl how he felt, and possibly get his heart torn out. He wondered if that teen who wanted to ruin his face was still about.
"What's wrong," asked Darren, keeping an eye out for Courtney. The sooner he could stop babysitting, the sooner he could actually enjoy the concert.
"Nothing. I'm just...oh, you wouldn't understand. It's that I need to tell someone I like them, a lot."
Darren shrugged, "You shouldn't be afraid to tell someone how you feel, it's stupid."
" Have you ever had to do something like this?" said Blake, hotly. Darren laughed nervously and ran a hand through his hair.
"Well, I never actually told the girl how I feel, but this isn't about me. Tell the girl how you feel, that my advice."
"It isn't a girl."
"Oh! Who?"
"Carl."
"Ah!"
Then what could be considered a conversation came to a halt as Courtney, with a wide grin on her face came up to meet them. "Finally, I was so worried!" Courtney swooped down and hugged him; Blake struggled futilely to get free.
"If you ever make me worry like that again," admonished Courtney, "I'll throw your telescope into the trash!" Blake gulped nervously.
"Hey, it's not his fault. Leave your bro alone," said Darren, butting into the brother sister conversation.
"Who are you?" asked Courtney, raising an eyebrow.
Darren sighed. He wondered how she could not remember him. Blake was sort of understandable, but Courtney! He'd been in the same class with her for years. It was too much.
"I'm Darren Patterson, Will's little brother," he said stonily.
Courtney gave a squeal of delight at Will's name, "He is so dreamy," she sighed, "so you're Darren. Pleased to meet you," she held out her hand and Darren albeit nervously took it.
"Ah, now I remember. Your Ginger Foutley's friend. Is she here?"
"Nah, her, Dodie and Macie were planning a girls night in, you know the works."
"How quaint," said Courtney, a slight smirk on her face, "well we should be going. It's rude to keep them waiting. Darren, are you coming?"
Blake furiously mouthed no to him.
"Yes."
Courtney clasped her hands, "Brilliant, more the merrier, well come along then." The two boys started following her towards where Cal, Hoodsey and Miranda supposedly were.
"Oh, Blake," said Courtney as she gently weaved through a very close couple, "Carl doesn't mind. He's actually willing to give a few dates a try.....Blake are you listening to me?" She turned round angrily to find Blake standing, trapped in a large pressing group of teens. Their heavyset bodies and closeness making him fell ill and severely claustrophobic.
"Courtney....I don't feel so good.." Courtney and Darren both rushed forward as Blake collapsed to the floor.
End of Chapter 9, and with another cliffhanger. Curse my evil nature! Well, Review, and something else for you to do. Suggest a girl for Darren, who he hasn't admitted to he likes yet. Alright. See ya!