"Erik?"
"Yes?"
Christine entered Erik's room, softly closing the door behind her. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking," he replied simply.
"You said you'd practice singing with me tonight," Christine reminded him teasingly.
"Yeah, I know."
Christine glanced around the room. "So you're finally letting me in your 'secret' room, eh? Jeesh, it's as if you're hiding something. Why haven't you let me look at this room until now?"
"I didn't think you wanted to," Erik said, "And... I didn't think you'd like what you saw."
"What do you mean?" Christine wondered, finally catching a glance of Erik's coffin. She gasped in shock. "What do you have THIS thing for!? EW! Isn't that for putting dead bodies in? Where's your REAL bed?"
"That IS my real bed," Erik said haughtily.
"You're KIDDING," Christine gasped again.
"No, I'm not."
"Well, you know what I think? I think you need to get yourself a real bed," Christine said in conclusion.
"I don't need-"
"Yes you DO!" Christine interrupted Erik, "This coffin is sick. Let's go... like, right now. I can't STAND to see that disgusting thing in here. Unless," she added quickly, "it's for some crazy underground ritual thingy?"
"It's NOT for some ritual, it's okay," Erik muttered. "I don't want a bed."
"Of COURSE you do, you weirdo, we're going right now." Christine pulled on Erik's arm, but he resisted.
"Where do you think you're going!?" Erik objected, pulling his arm away.
"Duh," Christine rolled her eyes as if it were obvious. "To the store? We've been cooped up here for ages, I want to go outside!"
"I don't," Erik grumbled.
"Why not?" Christine asked impatiently.
"I've told you a million times, people don't like me around," Erik said lowly.
"I like you around," Christine answered happily, tugging on his arm again, "Let's GO..."
"Fine."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Then take off that stupid mask."
"Are you crazy!? No."
"I'm not going out in public with you looking ridiculous!" Christine raged, huffily.
"I'm not taking it off!" Erik shouted.
"What's your reason!?" Christine shouted back.
"Are you blind!!?" Erik exploded. Christine hushed up. "Look at me!" He cried, pulling his mask off. Christine saw the face of a really hot guy. "I am NOT normal, NOR cute, or whatever else you say I am! I don't know what kind of sick joke you're trying to play, or why you're not the least bit scared of me, but I've had enough!" Erik took a deep breath and began to storm out of the room. Christine held onto his sleeve.
"Erik!" She said meekly, "You could have just told me you don't like shopping..."
Erik shook his head and snorted, "I can't BELIEVE you," he growled, pulling out of Christine's grasp and leaving across the hall to the other room, slamming the door behind him. Christine just stared, wide eyed, slowly trudging back to the room which Erik had given her during her stay in the cellars.
Suddenly, there was a peace-shattering crash against the front door and a yelp of pain which sounded oddly like...
"Raoul?" Christine hurried out of her room and opened the front door, Raoul falling inside the house. "What were you doing!? What ARE you doing HERE!?" Christine cried in surprise.
"I," Raoul said, his eyes rolling about madly, "am banging my head against the door like an idiot."
"I know," Christine said unenthusiastically.
"Woooohooooo!" Raoul yelled, suddenly jumping up and bouncing around the room like a crazy person. "Look at me, fellowess, look at me NOW!" He hopped up and down like a kangaroo, then rolled around on the floor. "You want to see my possessed act?" He offered.
"No tha-"
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!" Raoul bellowed on the floor, flopping around as if he were having a seizure, "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
"No! Stop! What do you think you're doing?" Christine protested, but she was no match against the man's ear-piercing screams.
Erik came tumbling out of his room, hurrying to see what the commotion was, and saw Raoul on the floor.
"What is THIS!!!?" He yelled, pointing at Raoul, who was now giggling hysterically.
"Got your nose!" Raoul said excitedly, grabbing Christine.
"Get AWAY!" Christine cried, pulling her dress out of Raoul's reach and kicking him in the face.
"WHO is THIS?" Erik asked loudly.
"Hi, I'm Gumbi," Raoul said, picking himself off the floor and standing with his hand on his head like an army man, facing Erik.
"No, no, Erik," Christine said quickly, "Raoul.. his name is Raoul - but there's something wrong with him..."
"Definitely," Erik muttered as Raoul rolled his neck around on his shoulders. "But how do you know him?"
"He's my boyfriend," Christine said with shame, "But he's not himself! He's NEVER acted like this before! Raoul!!!"
"Whaaaat?" Raoul asked, lolling his head towards Christine.
"What's wrong with you?" Christine asked.
"Me? I'm eccentric! You want to hear my happy song?" Raoul took a deep breath as Christine groaned. "Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy!!!!!!!" Raoul screeched.
Erik stuffed his fingers in his ears. "The horror..." he whispered weakly.
"I'm sorry, Erik," Christine muttered, wincing as Raoul hit a really bad note, "I didn't think he even KNEW where this was! I..."
"I better be off, then!" Raoul interrupted cheerfully. "How about a swim?" He suggested, bursting out the door and taking off across the lake.
There was an odd silence.
"Ummm.." Christine laughed nervously. Erik blinked.
"That was very... out of nowhere..." Erik trailed off. There was another embarrassing pause. "Christine.."
"Yes?"
"I'm.... sorry for acting the way I did," Erik murmured sheepishly. "I was rude, and... you were only being polite..."
"It's okay," Christine said with a wave of her hand, "Don't sweat it."
There was another pause.
"So... you have a boyfriend?" Erik asked slowly.
"Raoul... he's usually quite the gentleman, I don't know what happened to him..." Christine shook her head. "Maybe he's on something."
"Yes, that must be it," Erik replied happily. "You still want to go shopping?"
"Sure."
A/N: Thaaaaat's all for now! More is to come! Thank YOU for waiting. :)
"Yes?"
Christine entered Erik's room, softly closing the door behind her. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking," he replied simply.
"You said you'd practice singing with me tonight," Christine reminded him teasingly.
"Yeah, I know."
Christine glanced around the room. "So you're finally letting me in your 'secret' room, eh? Jeesh, it's as if you're hiding something. Why haven't you let me look at this room until now?"
"I didn't think you wanted to," Erik said, "And... I didn't think you'd like what you saw."
"What do you mean?" Christine wondered, finally catching a glance of Erik's coffin. She gasped in shock. "What do you have THIS thing for!? EW! Isn't that for putting dead bodies in? Where's your REAL bed?"
"That IS my real bed," Erik said haughtily.
"You're KIDDING," Christine gasped again.
"No, I'm not."
"Well, you know what I think? I think you need to get yourself a real bed," Christine said in conclusion.
"I don't need-"
"Yes you DO!" Christine interrupted Erik, "This coffin is sick. Let's go... like, right now. I can't STAND to see that disgusting thing in here. Unless," she added quickly, "it's for some crazy underground ritual thingy?"
"It's NOT for some ritual, it's okay," Erik muttered. "I don't want a bed."
"Of COURSE you do, you weirdo, we're going right now." Christine pulled on Erik's arm, but he resisted.
"Where do you think you're going!?" Erik objected, pulling his arm away.
"Duh," Christine rolled her eyes as if it were obvious. "To the store? We've been cooped up here for ages, I want to go outside!"
"I don't," Erik grumbled.
"Why not?" Christine asked impatiently.
"I've told you a million times, people don't like me around," Erik said lowly.
"I like you around," Christine answered happily, tugging on his arm again, "Let's GO..."
"Fine."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Then take off that stupid mask."
"Are you crazy!? No."
"I'm not going out in public with you looking ridiculous!" Christine raged, huffily.
"I'm not taking it off!" Erik shouted.
"What's your reason!?" Christine shouted back.
"Are you blind!!?" Erik exploded. Christine hushed up. "Look at me!" He cried, pulling his mask off. Christine saw the face of a really hot guy. "I am NOT normal, NOR cute, or whatever else you say I am! I don't know what kind of sick joke you're trying to play, or why you're not the least bit scared of me, but I've had enough!" Erik took a deep breath and began to storm out of the room. Christine held onto his sleeve.
"Erik!" She said meekly, "You could have just told me you don't like shopping..."
Erik shook his head and snorted, "I can't BELIEVE you," he growled, pulling out of Christine's grasp and leaving across the hall to the other room, slamming the door behind him. Christine just stared, wide eyed, slowly trudging back to the room which Erik had given her during her stay in the cellars.
Suddenly, there was a peace-shattering crash against the front door and a yelp of pain which sounded oddly like...
"Raoul?" Christine hurried out of her room and opened the front door, Raoul falling inside the house. "What were you doing!? What ARE you doing HERE!?" Christine cried in surprise.
"I," Raoul said, his eyes rolling about madly, "am banging my head against the door like an idiot."
"I know," Christine said unenthusiastically.
"Woooohooooo!" Raoul yelled, suddenly jumping up and bouncing around the room like a crazy person. "Look at me, fellowess, look at me NOW!" He hopped up and down like a kangaroo, then rolled around on the floor. "You want to see my possessed act?" He offered.
"No tha-"
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!" Raoul bellowed on the floor, flopping around as if he were having a seizure, "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
"No! Stop! What do you think you're doing?" Christine protested, but she was no match against the man's ear-piercing screams.
Erik came tumbling out of his room, hurrying to see what the commotion was, and saw Raoul on the floor.
"What is THIS!!!?" He yelled, pointing at Raoul, who was now giggling hysterically.
"Got your nose!" Raoul said excitedly, grabbing Christine.
"Get AWAY!" Christine cried, pulling her dress out of Raoul's reach and kicking him in the face.
"WHO is THIS?" Erik asked loudly.
"Hi, I'm Gumbi," Raoul said, picking himself off the floor and standing with his hand on his head like an army man, facing Erik.
"No, no, Erik," Christine said quickly, "Raoul.. his name is Raoul - but there's something wrong with him..."
"Definitely," Erik muttered as Raoul rolled his neck around on his shoulders. "But how do you know him?"
"He's my boyfriend," Christine said with shame, "But he's not himself! He's NEVER acted like this before! Raoul!!!"
"Whaaaat?" Raoul asked, lolling his head towards Christine.
"What's wrong with you?" Christine asked.
"Me? I'm eccentric! You want to hear my happy song?" Raoul took a deep breath as Christine groaned. "Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy!!!!!!!" Raoul screeched.
Erik stuffed his fingers in his ears. "The horror..." he whispered weakly.
"I'm sorry, Erik," Christine muttered, wincing as Raoul hit a really bad note, "I didn't think he even KNEW where this was! I..."
"I better be off, then!" Raoul interrupted cheerfully. "How about a swim?" He suggested, bursting out the door and taking off across the lake.
There was an odd silence.
"Ummm.." Christine laughed nervously. Erik blinked.
"That was very... out of nowhere..." Erik trailed off. There was another embarrassing pause. "Christine.."
"Yes?"
"I'm.... sorry for acting the way I did," Erik murmured sheepishly. "I was rude, and... you were only being polite..."
"It's okay," Christine said with a wave of her hand, "Don't sweat it."
There was another pause.
"So... you have a boyfriend?" Erik asked slowly.
"Raoul... he's usually quite the gentleman, I don't know what happened to him..." Christine shook her head. "Maybe he's on something."
"Yes, that must be it," Erik replied happily. "You still want to go shopping?"
"Sure."
A/N: Thaaaaat's all for now! More is to come! Thank YOU for waiting. :)
