Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 13
The kiss ended almost as abruptly as it started. Blake, looking almost scared about what he had just done, drew back from Carl. He looked hesitantly as Carl remained silent, a finger his slightly moist lips.
Darren and Miranda were looking uncomfortably at the two boys. Miranda was looking at them with an almost childlike excitement. Realising that this, this was the moment of truth. The thing both Courtney and she, and to a somewhat large extent Blake had been waiting for.
Darren on the other hand, just looked embarrased and nervously coughed. It broke the rather static silence in the air.
"Well," said Blake, looking at his knees instead of Carl, "Aren't you going to say anything."
Carl locked his own green eyes into the icy-blue ones of his younger companion. A tanned hand lifted a pale chin to meet his face. "We need to talk," he glanced at Darren and Miranda, "alone." Darren nodded and started to pull the reluctant Miranda out of the male restrooms.
As soon as they gor out, Miranda turned on him, resembling a harpy in her demeanor,
"Why on earth did you do that for? I wanted to see what was going to happen.
"You'll see the conclusion soon enough, but give them a bit of time on their own Miri."
Miranda pouted at this and looked pointedly away from Darren, then with a strange look in her eyes she turned back to Darren.
"Just what did you call me?" she asked, quietly, too quietly as she had to repeat it a few times before Darren understood what she was saying.
"Oh, I called you Miranda," he raised an eyebrow, "that is your name you know!"
Miranda glared at him, her dark eyes narrowing at Darrens seemingly mocking tone.
"I'm not stupid, you called me Miri. Why?"
Darren resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands. Did he just say it was a Freudian slip. No, that would make her angry. He hadn't realised he had called her that. When they had beem dating he'd had to call her that horrible Smoo. It sounded like a cleaning product to him. He had always imagined calling her Miri, even before he had started to crush on her.
"Well," demanded Miranda, her hands on her hips.
"It suits you," replied Darren, simply and Miranda could not stop a blush colouring her cheeks.
A high voice coming cheerfully from the crowd told her Courtney was coming back. She was singing along to the music, badly, in fact, Miranda noticed that a few people had moved away from the immediate vicintity. She was certain that Hoodsey, or whatever his name was, was covering his ears.
Courtney and Hoodsey started, as they spotted the two outside. Courtney, to Hoodseys relief, and shoving a can of rootbeer into Hoodsey's already full arms sprinted towards them.
"What on earth are you doing outside," asked Courtney, confusion etched on her face.
"Uh, well," started Darren, "they wanted some alone time."
"Blake kissed Carl," commented Miranda.
"What!" exclaimed Hoodsey, almost dropping th edrinks and food which he and Courtney had got from the limo for all of them.
"Blake kissed Carl," repeated Courtney, cheerfully over her shoulder, almost bouncing on her heels with glee.
"I know what she said," huffed Hoodsey, "It just suprised me thats all. I think..........." he was interupted as Carl, closely followed by Blake stepped out of the toilets.
"Well?" the four asked, in almost perfect harmony.
Carl nor Blake paid any attention to the question. Carl smiled at Blake, then looked at the others.
"You know," Carl said, nonchalantly, "this concert is getting on my nerves a bit. There's a coffee place open in town, we could go there for something before my mom freaks out about me."
"I think we can do that," said Courtney, carefully studying the two boys' faces.
"Great," grinned Carl cheerfully, he turned to Blake, "so what do you say to a cup of hot chocolate, my treat!"
"Love it."
The End.
So that's it folks, it's over, finished. I hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to say if you want a sequel, or anything else. I have tonnes of plot bunnies in my head, and not much else. Be good and remember to review this one last time, see ya!
Chapter 13
The kiss ended almost as abruptly as it started. Blake, looking almost scared about what he had just done, drew back from Carl. He looked hesitantly as Carl remained silent, a finger his slightly moist lips.
Darren and Miranda were looking uncomfortably at the two boys. Miranda was looking at them with an almost childlike excitement. Realising that this, this was the moment of truth. The thing both Courtney and she, and to a somewhat large extent Blake had been waiting for.
Darren on the other hand, just looked embarrased and nervously coughed. It broke the rather static silence in the air.
"Well," said Blake, looking at his knees instead of Carl, "Aren't you going to say anything."
Carl locked his own green eyes into the icy-blue ones of his younger companion. A tanned hand lifted a pale chin to meet his face. "We need to talk," he glanced at Darren and Miranda, "alone." Darren nodded and started to pull the reluctant Miranda out of the male restrooms.
As soon as they gor out, Miranda turned on him, resembling a harpy in her demeanor,
"Why on earth did you do that for? I wanted to see what was going to happen.
"You'll see the conclusion soon enough, but give them a bit of time on their own Miri."
Miranda pouted at this and looked pointedly away from Darren, then with a strange look in her eyes she turned back to Darren.
"Just what did you call me?" she asked, quietly, too quietly as she had to repeat it a few times before Darren understood what she was saying.
"Oh, I called you Miranda," he raised an eyebrow, "that is your name you know!"
Miranda glared at him, her dark eyes narrowing at Darrens seemingly mocking tone.
"I'm not stupid, you called me Miri. Why?"
Darren resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands. Did he just say it was a Freudian slip. No, that would make her angry. He hadn't realised he had called her that. When they had beem dating he'd had to call her that horrible Smoo. It sounded like a cleaning product to him. He had always imagined calling her Miri, even before he had started to crush on her.
"Well," demanded Miranda, her hands on her hips.
"It suits you," replied Darren, simply and Miranda could not stop a blush colouring her cheeks.
A high voice coming cheerfully from the crowd told her Courtney was coming back. She was singing along to the music, badly, in fact, Miranda noticed that a few people had moved away from the immediate vicintity. She was certain that Hoodsey, or whatever his name was, was covering his ears.
Courtney and Hoodsey started, as they spotted the two outside. Courtney, to Hoodseys relief, and shoving a can of rootbeer into Hoodsey's already full arms sprinted towards them.
"What on earth are you doing outside," asked Courtney, confusion etched on her face.
"Uh, well," started Darren, "they wanted some alone time."
"Blake kissed Carl," commented Miranda.
"What!" exclaimed Hoodsey, almost dropping th edrinks and food which he and Courtney had got from the limo for all of them.
"Blake kissed Carl," repeated Courtney, cheerfully over her shoulder, almost bouncing on her heels with glee.
"I know what she said," huffed Hoodsey, "It just suprised me thats all. I think..........." he was interupted as Carl, closely followed by Blake stepped out of the toilets.
"Well?" the four asked, in almost perfect harmony.
Carl nor Blake paid any attention to the question. Carl smiled at Blake, then looked at the others.
"You know," Carl said, nonchalantly, "this concert is getting on my nerves a bit. There's a coffee place open in town, we could go there for something before my mom freaks out about me."
"I think we can do that," said Courtney, carefully studying the two boys' faces.
"Great," grinned Carl cheerfully, he turned to Blake, "so what do you say to a cup of hot chocolate, my treat!"
"Love it."
The End.
So that's it folks, it's over, finished. I hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to say if you want a sequel, or anything else. I have tonnes of plot bunnies in my head, and not much else. Be good and remember to review this one last time, see ya!