Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 12
Blake sat up slowly, placing a hand on his head. Carl was looking at him, with an expression of shock.
"Since I was nine!?" Blake nodded slowly.
"I guess you were sort of interesting. Some sort of mysterious, untouchable person. I'm not very good at this."
Carl grinned. Miranda had to move, rather ungainly out of the way as Carl pulled himself onto the table. His legs were kicking to the beat of the music. Blake blushed as Carl shuffled closer towards him.
"Really wished you'd said something. I'm feeling like a slight jerk here."
Miranda quirked an eyebrow, "Slight jerk. Now that's an understatement" Though it seemed to lack the maliciousness laced in her other comments. Maybe she was getting soft. Oh well, she still had tones of other people to boss about.
"It doesn't matter," Blake said, "They really need to get rid of this stench. It's simply revolting."
Carl laughed, "Nah, it's cool. Kind of like a mix of rotten eggs and cheese." Blake wrinkled his nose up at the image.
"Now that is disgusting."
The conversation took a general tone. Most of it was about their past experiences. Carl, for some reason, felt him embellishing his stories to the point that they almost seemed ludicrous. Though considering his history, they were swallowed quite easily.
"You did what?" Darren laughed. Miranda and Blake were grinning at Carl, interested in his story.
"Tried to help Brandon and Mr Liquorice win a pet talent show. It would have worked if they'd gone with my idea."
Miranda sighed, "Boy's will be boys." She turned and faced Darren, who seemed uncharacteristically nervous around her, she brushed it off, and everyone was like that with her anyway.
"How come you're here? Not that I'm really interested. If you're with friends they may be worried that you've gone."
Darren mumbled something under his breath. He seemed very concerned about a ghastly black stain on the floor. Blake frowned at his behaviour, remembering a little something that Darren had told him.
"Is Miranda the girl you have a crush on?" the other three people in the room turned to look at him. Darren looked stricken.
"Blake!" cried Darren.
Miranda, for the first few time in her life, was genuinely puzzled, "Darren, you have a what on me?"
"It's not what it seems, I..I, will you go out with me."
Miranda turned her head away sharply, "I already have a boyfriend."
"Dump him," supplied Carl, cheerfully.
Miranda frowned. If she dumped her current boyfriend and went out with Darren, all the school would think was that she was doing it just to spite Ginger. Though they did have history, and there was the good look factor in all this.
"I'll think on it."
Blake laughed, "I think there's a romance in the air!" he was hit by Miranda's handbag. He rubbed his forehead, "Ow, that hurt."
"Aw, want a kiss better," joked Carl, playfully.
A wicked glint came into Blake's eye and he smirked, "Actually, I do." Then shifting his body slightly, he leaned up and kissed him gently on the mouth.
That's it for this chapter folks, not my best one, but it still had to be written, I also got to have another cliffhanger, yay! I chose Miranda, it came down to a choice between her and Ginger. There should be one or two more chapters after this one, and then I write the sequel. So review, and see ya!
Chapter 12
Blake sat up slowly, placing a hand on his head. Carl was looking at him, with an expression of shock.
"Since I was nine!?" Blake nodded slowly.
"I guess you were sort of interesting. Some sort of mysterious, untouchable person. I'm not very good at this."
Carl grinned. Miranda had to move, rather ungainly out of the way as Carl pulled himself onto the table. His legs were kicking to the beat of the music. Blake blushed as Carl shuffled closer towards him.
"Really wished you'd said something. I'm feeling like a slight jerk here."
Miranda quirked an eyebrow, "Slight jerk. Now that's an understatement" Though it seemed to lack the maliciousness laced in her other comments. Maybe she was getting soft. Oh well, she still had tones of other people to boss about.
"It doesn't matter," Blake said, "They really need to get rid of this stench. It's simply revolting."
Carl laughed, "Nah, it's cool. Kind of like a mix of rotten eggs and cheese." Blake wrinkled his nose up at the image.
"Now that is disgusting."
The conversation took a general tone. Most of it was about their past experiences. Carl, for some reason, felt him embellishing his stories to the point that they almost seemed ludicrous. Though considering his history, they were swallowed quite easily.
"You did what?" Darren laughed. Miranda and Blake were grinning at Carl, interested in his story.
"Tried to help Brandon and Mr Liquorice win a pet talent show. It would have worked if they'd gone with my idea."
Miranda sighed, "Boy's will be boys." She turned and faced Darren, who seemed uncharacteristically nervous around her, she brushed it off, and everyone was like that with her anyway.
"How come you're here? Not that I'm really interested. If you're with friends they may be worried that you've gone."
Darren mumbled something under his breath. He seemed very concerned about a ghastly black stain on the floor. Blake frowned at his behaviour, remembering a little something that Darren had told him.
"Is Miranda the girl you have a crush on?" the other three people in the room turned to look at him. Darren looked stricken.
"Blake!" cried Darren.
Miranda, for the first few time in her life, was genuinely puzzled, "Darren, you have a what on me?"
"It's not what it seems, I..I, will you go out with me."
Miranda turned her head away sharply, "I already have a boyfriend."
"Dump him," supplied Carl, cheerfully.
Miranda frowned. If she dumped her current boyfriend and went out with Darren, all the school would think was that she was doing it just to spite Ginger. Though they did have history, and there was the good look factor in all this.
"I'll think on it."
Blake laughed, "I think there's a romance in the air!" he was hit by Miranda's handbag. He rubbed his forehead, "Ow, that hurt."
"Aw, want a kiss better," joked Carl, playfully.
A wicked glint came into Blake's eye and he smirked, "Actually, I do." Then shifting his body slightly, he leaned up and kissed him gently on the mouth.
That's it for this chapter folks, not my best one, but it still had to be written, I also got to have another cliffhanger, yay! I chose Miranda, it came down to a choice between her and Ginger. There should be one or two more chapters after this one, and then I write the sequel. So review, and see ya!