Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 10
Miranda looked impatiently through the crowd for her best friend's arrival, Carl and Hoodsey were talking animatedly about eyeballs. She resisted the urge to shudder.
"Come on Courtney, what's taking you so long?" she half muttered to herself.
"Maybe Blake moved, or she got the wrong guy," said Carl, turning from his speech on how blue eyeballs faded faster than brown coloured eyes did.
Miranda snorted, "Impossible, anyway how many people have Blake's type of lips?"
"Not anybody I've seen," said Carl, trying to pacify the black firecracker. It wouldn't be pretty if she got angry; it'd have been all out warfare.
Hoodsey gave him a sidelong glance, "You mean to say you've noticed his lips?" a small grin on his chubby face.
Car l spluttered, he tried frantically to give an explanation but they all seemed to end the after two words. Miranda looked with growing amusement as the boy tried to stop and start a dozen sentences.
Involuntarily she giggled.
Hoodsey and Carl turned to her with surprised looks on both their faces.
"I don't believe it...." Hoodsey gasped.
"....Miranda giggled, in an non-evil way," finished Carl.
Miranda pulled the both the boys close to her, "If you tell anyone about this I'll make your lives a nightmare all the way to university," she shook both the boys violently before shoving them away, "got that!"
Carl smiled at her condescendingly, he flicked an invisible piece of lint of his shirt. Hoodsey looked scared, but it wasn't the terror that Miranda had invoked in her junior-high days. It was laced with something suspiciously like pity.
Miranda gave a gasp, she wasn't being feared, she was being pitied and she didn't like it one bit.
**~~**
Courtney and Darren violently pushed their way through the crowd, which was uncaring to their predicament.
"Move, will you?" shouted Courtney, as people came dangerously close to trampling the collapsed boy. The people ignored her, thinking she was just another kid at a concert.
"What will it take to get these people to move," hissed Courtney to Darren. The boy looked frantically around, the dancing people weren't giving them any gaps to get through.
"No idea! Hang on," he pointed to someone in the crowd, "isn't that girl in our class,"
Courtney peered at a Asian girl, "I think your right. Who is she?"
Darren shrugged, "beats me!"
The two rushed over to the dancing girl who had her eye closed and was swinging to the music.
Darren nudged her in the ribs and she looked up at him, with a dazed expression on her face.
"Hiyaaaa," the girl smiled eerily at them. Darren ran his fingers through the air as she leered at him.
"Uh, hi yourself," he tried to nudge past the girl, "I need to get past, a friend of mine, well sort of friend is hurt. So if you don't mind," he tried to push pass the girl much more forcibly.
"That's real nice," drawled the girl, she sauntered, conveniently out of the way, purposely swinging her hips, "I'll be near the stage, if you want me!" she winked at him and strode.
"Now, that was weird," said Courtney thoughtfully.
"Your telling me," agreed Darren, he wondered if insanity was a common theme in this concert, he quickly walked through the gap the girl had left and picked Blake up carefully.
"Is he alright," called Courtney, worry lacing her voice. Darren gave the boy a quick once over.
"He seems fine, but I think we should get going. I'm not really liking this concert anymore."
"Neither am I," said Courtney, quietly.
And that's the end of that chapter. Sorry for the ultra long delay. I was stuck for what to do, too many choices. No real cliffhanger, but a bit of Miranda angst, and some more stuff for Darren to worry about. Being a heartthrob must be difficult. Well, before you go remember to review and see ya at no. 11
Chapter 10
Miranda looked impatiently through the crowd for her best friend's arrival, Carl and Hoodsey were talking animatedly about eyeballs. She resisted the urge to shudder.
"Come on Courtney, what's taking you so long?" she half muttered to herself.
"Maybe Blake moved, or she got the wrong guy," said Carl, turning from his speech on how blue eyeballs faded faster than brown coloured eyes did.
Miranda snorted, "Impossible, anyway how many people have Blake's type of lips?"
"Not anybody I've seen," said Carl, trying to pacify the black firecracker. It wouldn't be pretty if she got angry; it'd have been all out warfare.
Hoodsey gave him a sidelong glance, "You mean to say you've noticed his lips?" a small grin on his chubby face.
Car l spluttered, he tried frantically to give an explanation but they all seemed to end the after two words. Miranda looked with growing amusement as the boy tried to stop and start a dozen sentences.
Involuntarily she giggled.
Hoodsey and Carl turned to her with surprised looks on both their faces.
"I don't believe it...." Hoodsey gasped.
"....Miranda giggled, in an non-evil way," finished Carl.
Miranda pulled the both the boys close to her, "If you tell anyone about this I'll make your lives a nightmare all the way to university," she shook both the boys violently before shoving them away, "got that!"
Carl smiled at her condescendingly, he flicked an invisible piece of lint of his shirt. Hoodsey looked scared, but it wasn't the terror that Miranda had invoked in her junior-high days. It was laced with something suspiciously like pity.
Miranda gave a gasp, she wasn't being feared, she was being pitied and she didn't like it one bit.
**~~**
Courtney and Darren violently pushed their way through the crowd, which was uncaring to their predicament.
"Move, will you?" shouted Courtney, as people came dangerously close to trampling the collapsed boy. The people ignored her, thinking she was just another kid at a concert.
"What will it take to get these people to move," hissed Courtney to Darren. The boy looked frantically around, the dancing people weren't giving them any gaps to get through.
"No idea! Hang on," he pointed to someone in the crowd, "isn't that girl in our class,"
Courtney peered at a Asian girl, "I think your right. Who is she?"
Darren shrugged, "beats me!"
The two rushed over to the dancing girl who had her eye closed and was swinging to the music.
Darren nudged her in the ribs and she looked up at him, with a dazed expression on her face.
"Hiyaaaa," the girl smiled eerily at them. Darren ran his fingers through the air as she leered at him.
"Uh, hi yourself," he tried to nudge past the girl, "I need to get past, a friend of mine, well sort of friend is hurt. So if you don't mind," he tried to push pass the girl much more forcibly.
"That's real nice," drawled the girl, she sauntered, conveniently out of the way, purposely swinging her hips, "I'll be near the stage, if you want me!" she winked at him and strode.
"Now, that was weird," said Courtney thoughtfully.
"Your telling me," agreed Darren, he wondered if insanity was a common theme in this concert, he quickly walked through the gap the girl had left and picked Blake up carefully.
"Is he alright," called Courtney, worry lacing her voice. Darren gave the boy a quick once over.
"He seems fine, but I think we should get going. I'm not really liking this concert anymore."
"Neither am I," said Courtney, quietly.
And that's the end of that chapter. Sorry for the ultra long delay. I was stuck for what to do, too many choices. No real cliffhanger, but a bit of Miranda angst, and some more stuff for Darren to worry about. Being a heartthrob must be difficult. Well, before you go remember to review and see ya at no. 11