Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 11
"Hey, look there's Courtney! And Darren?!" cried Hoodsey pointing to the grim looking girl.
Miranda raced over to Courtney and Darren, slightly uneasy with Darren's presence. The unease went away as she saw a pale Blake in Darren's arms.
"Is he okay?" asked Miranda, glancing behind at the two boys coming up behind her. Hoodsey looked bewildered at what was going on, and Carl looked worried.
"I think he's fine," Darren assured Miranda. He felt Blake shift in his arms, "We might want to get out of here. This isn't a good spot."
Carl pointed an arm to an opening, "I think there's toilets there. Then again, it may not be."
Courtney nodded grimly. Her worry for her brother was overriding her normally ditzy and self-centred ways. The group followed Carl, sure enough there were toilets. Though only male one, and there wasn't a nurses office in sight
"I'm coming in too," said Courtney, stoutly, Miranda nodded beside her.
Hoodsey gave a snort of laughter, "You can't! Your girls!"
Miranda sneered at him, "Wow," she said sarcastically, "where did you figure that out?" she flipped her long black hair off her shoulders, "look, Woodsey..."
Hoodsey slapped his forehead, "It's Hoodsey, not Woodsey, or Moodsey, or whatever else there is.
"Like Dudsey?" supplied Carl, with a grin. Hoodsey glared at him.
"Fine, whatever. Look, people. I've spent too many summers in army camps, for crying out loud, to not be helpful in a medical situation." She walked to the toilets determinedly and pushed the door open. Miranda gave a glare to the three boys, who were still conscious and walked in.
"That girl really needs to lighten up," said Carl, thoughtfully.
They trooped in, though Courtney made a slight scene about what this might do to her reputation.
Darren put Blake on a small table, which had been moved in to it till it could be put somewhere else. Like the city dump.
"Ugh," said Courtney, pinching her nose, "either the plumbing is broken, or it always smells like this in here."
"Yeah," grinned Carl, "isn't it great," his attention was taken as Blake slowly opened his eyes.
"Wh..where am I?" he sniffed the air, "and what reeks?" He started to sit up, but was pushed down by Miranda.
"Your not getting up. I need to ask you a few questions," she turned and looked at the others, "Wo..Hoodsey, Courtney, can you try and find some food. Go to the limo if you have to.
Courtney stamped her foot on the ground, "this is no time to be thinking about your stomach."
"It's not for me, it's for Blake!" snapped Miranda, Hoodsey and Courtney rather quickly took their leaves.
Carl watched dejectedly, Miranda and Blake were talking plain English, but to him they might as well have been talking Chinese. It was going right over his head, kind of like when his sister kept telling him off. The mice had needed a new home. Ginger didn't need to be so stuffy about thing.
"Why do I get the feeling this is all my fault?" he asked Darren, not really expecting, or wanting an answer.
"Cause it is," Darren leaned against the walls, ignoring Carl's gapping mouth. "If you had just, for one minute made Blake feel accepted, even as just a friend he wouldn't have gone to these measures."
"I guess, but he was always trying to steal my eyeball and I guess it went a little hazy from there. But, seriously Darren, it was an eyeball, the most sacred thing in my possession."
Darren wrinkled his forehead in thought, "Well, I don't promise to know much about this, but Blake's rich isn't he. His parents could have brought him a whole body if they wanted to. I think he was trying to get your attention. Face it, Carl, Blake's had a crush on you since you were nine!"
Carl gave a snort of laughter, till he looked at Blake, who was blushing furiously at him, and biting his lip till it bled.
"You can't be serious!"
Yay, sorry about the delay. This chapter was refusing to write itself. Nothing really big in this chapter. Though I did get Blake awake, and I wanted to get across the idea that this isn't a short time crush. Like Blake wasn't smitten by him in the first episode. I still want suggestions for Darren, I'm thinking off a sequel for this and one that is slightly more Darren centric as well.
This is a small, tiny rant about things on the show. In the earlier episodes, Blake was on scene quite a bit. Then all of a sudden they seem to be having a Brandon epilepsy. That kid doesn't need anymore screen time. Poor Blake's been pushed to the back seat in all this. Oh well, nothing I can do about that. Now, people, since you've finished reading, you can jolly well review ) See ya!
Chapter 11
"Hey, look there's Courtney! And Darren?!" cried Hoodsey pointing to the grim looking girl.
Miranda raced over to Courtney and Darren, slightly uneasy with Darren's presence. The unease went away as she saw a pale Blake in Darren's arms.
"Is he okay?" asked Miranda, glancing behind at the two boys coming up behind her. Hoodsey looked bewildered at what was going on, and Carl looked worried.
"I think he's fine," Darren assured Miranda. He felt Blake shift in his arms, "We might want to get out of here. This isn't a good spot."
Carl pointed an arm to an opening, "I think there's toilets there. Then again, it may not be."
Courtney nodded grimly. Her worry for her brother was overriding her normally ditzy and self-centred ways. The group followed Carl, sure enough there were toilets. Though only male one, and there wasn't a nurses office in sight
"I'm coming in too," said Courtney, stoutly, Miranda nodded beside her.
Hoodsey gave a snort of laughter, "You can't! Your girls!"
Miranda sneered at him, "Wow," she said sarcastically, "where did you figure that out?" she flipped her long black hair off her shoulders, "look, Woodsey..."
Hoodsey slapped his forehead, "It's Hoodsey, not Woodsey, or Moodsey, or whatever else there is.
"Like Dudsey?" supplied Carl, with a grin. Hoodsey glared at him.
"Fine, whatever. Look, people. I've spent too many summers in army camps, for crying out loud, to not be helpful in a medical situation." She walked to the toilets determinedly and pushed the door open. Miranda gave a glare to the three boys, who were still conscious and walked in.
"That girl really needs to lighten up," said Carl, thoughtfully.
They trooped in, though Courtney made a slight scene about what this might do to her reputation.
Darren put Blake on a small table, which had been moved in to it till it could be put somewhere else. Like the city dump.
"Ugh," said Courtney, pinching her nose, "either the plumbing is broken, or it always smells like this in here."
"Yeah," grinned Carl, "isn't it great," his attention was taken as Blake slowly opened his eyes.
"Wh..where am I?" he sniffed the air, "and what reeks?" He started to sit up, but was pushed down by Miranda.
"Your not getting up. I need to ask you a few questions," she turned and looked at the others, "Wo..Hoodsey, Courtney, can you try and find some food. Go to the limo if you have to.
Courtney stamped her foot on the ground, "this is no time to be thinking about your stomach."
"It's not for me, it's for Blake!" snapped Miranda, Hoodsey and Courtney rather quickly took their leaves.
Carl watched dejectedly, Miranda and Blake were talking plain English, but to him they might as well have been talking Chinese. It was going right over his head, kind of like when his sister kept telling him off. The mice had needed a new home. Ginger didn't need to be so stuffy about thing.
"Why do I get the feeling this is all my fault?" he asked Darren, not really expecting, or wanting an answer.
"Cause it is," Darren leaned against the walls, ignoring Carl's gapping mouth. "If you had just, for one minute made Blake feel accepted, even as just a friend he wouldn't have gone to these measures."
"I guess, but he was always trying to steal my eyeball and I guess it went a little hazy from there. But, seriously Darren, it was an eyeball, the most sacred thing in my possession."
Darren wrinkled his forehead in thought, "Well, I don't promise to know much about this, but Blake's rich isn't he. His parents could have brought him a whole body if they wanted to. I think he was trying to get your attention. Face it, Carl, Blake's had a crush on you since you were nine!"
Carl gave a snort of laughter, till he looked at Blake, who was blushing furiously at him, and biting his lip till it bled.
"You can't be serious!"
Yay, sorry about the delay. This chapter was refusing to write itself. Nothing really big in this chapter. Though I did get Blake awake, and I wanted to get across the idea that this isn't a short time crush. Like Blake wasn't smitten by him in the first episode. I still want suggestions for Darren, I'm thinking off a sequel for this and one that is slightly more Darren centric as well.
This is a small, tiny rant about things on the show. In the earlier episodes, Blake was on scene quite a bit. Then all of a sudden they seem to be having a Brandon epilepsy. That kid doesn't need anymore screen time. Poor Blake's been pushed to the back seat in all this. Oh well, nothing I can do about that. Now, people, since you've finished reading, you can jolly well review ) See ya!