"Christine? Crazy, little mouse? Where is everybody?" Raoul scanned the
edge of the lake underneath the opera house. After following Benny down
there, there was nobody to be seen. No Erik, no Christine, and no Benny.
Very odd...
Raoul was out of breath from running all the way from Christine's house to the fifth cellar, and had to stop to catch his breath before wondering anymore. "Hallo?" Suddenly, he bumped into something...
"Ahhhh!!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
"AHHHHH!!!!"
"Who're you!!!?"
"Who're y- RAOUL!?"
"WHO!?"
"AHHHH!!!"
"QUIET!"
There was silence as Erik hollered, and he, Christine and Raoul stared at each other. Christine and Erik were carrying a really heavy bed which they had to haul two blocks, and all three of them gaped in genuine shock.
"Hey, isn't that the spaz?" Erik wondered, pointed to Raoul.
"Yes, dear, that is," Christine replied giggled nervously, dropping her side of the bed, making Erik collapse to the ground. She seized Raoul by the arm and pulled him to a corner, muttering under her breath, "What are you doing here, you're embarrassing me!"
"Help..." Erik said, his voice muffled from underneath the bed.
"What has he got there?" Raoul wondered.
"It's a bed. He went out and bought it. I didn't pick it out," Christine grumbled, rolling her eyes.
"A little help..."
"So you ignored our appointment for tea, to go buy a bed for a guy in a mask who calls me a spaz and lives under this opera house?" Raoul wondered, gasping for breath after he had said all that.
"Uh... yeah... um, Raoul? About the spaz thing.. you WERE acting a bit weird a little while ago," Christine said under her breath. "Now why don't you leave? I'm about to make my move on this really cute guy."
"WHAT!?" Raoul burst, jumping almost five feet in the air.
"Yeah," Christine said dreamily, noting that Raoul might be able to be in the Olympics if he could jump that high all the time.
"What about me?" Raoul asked tearfully, his lower lip puckering.
"What ABOUT you?" Christine asked. Then it hit her. "Oh yeah! I'm going out with you! Right! Now that IS a problem..." She turned to Erik, who was gurgling under the bed. "Erik!" She shouted, pulling the heavy thing off of him.
Stunned, Erik stared up at Christine, who slapped him hard before he leapt up and shouted, "I want my money back!"
"Why, dear?" Christine asked.
"It's got SPIKES underneath it!" Then he paused. "This - bed - is - GREAT!"
"Christine..." Raoul whined, "I was NOT being crazy!"
"Yes you were, now quit being silly," Christine giggled.
"I was not! It was that little mouse!" Raoul cried. Erik burst out laughing.
"There wasn't a mouse here, only you," Christine said, staring at Raoul as if he were completely nuts.
"No, I swear! There was a mouse! He talked! And when I picked him up and scratched him behind the ears, he turned into me! And he said he'd turn into me for 24 hours!" Raoul shouted.
Christine and Erik stared.
"Really!" Raoul added.
"I think you've had a little too much to drink," Christine decided.
"But I DON'T drink!" Raoul protested.
"Nonsense," Christine answered.
"It was a mouse!" Raoul said, "Don't you believe me?"
"Uh.. no," Christine grumbled. "Now, Raoul... you must leave now. I can't have you here. We'll meet each other in a couple of days, okay? We'll chat."
"But you're falling in love with THIS guy!" Raoul yelled, jabbing a thumb in Erik's direction. "How can I trust you'll still love ME?"
"You can't," Christine said sweetly, tilting her head to the side thoughtfully. "Bye, love."
"Good-bye," Raoul muttered, stalking off. Erik and Christine watched him leave, and when the door closed, Erik turned to the pretty little girl beside him.
"You've got an odd boyfriend, that one," Erik said, nodding towards the door Raoul left through.
"He IS acting very weird today," Christine said puzzled, biting her nail.
"Was he right, though?" Erik asked.
"Right about what?" Christine wondered, turning towards the phantom.
"Right about you... you know... falling in love with me..." he trailed off.
"Duh," Christine said as if it were obvious, "You're the perfect guy. The one everyone wants, but that's only in story books. You sure are one of a kind, monsieur."
Erik was blown back. "Yeah RIGHT," he smirked.
"Yes, really!" Christine's eyes went bright. "Will you kiss me?"
"WHAT!?" Erik cried, almost fainting.
"Will you kiss me? Please? I need to know what it feels like to kiss someone other than a fop."
"Come again?"
"I need to know what it feels like to kiss someone other than Raoul.
"You... you NEED to?" Erik stuttered, smiling weakly.
"Don't you want to kiss me?" Christine asked, pouting.
"Of course!!" Erik yelled, almost too passionately.
"Really?" Christine perked up. Nothing happened. "Well?" Christine motioned for Erik to step up to her.
"What.. you want ME to come up to YOU?" Erik asked nervously.
"Yes, silly, that's how you kiss someone," Christine smiled sympathetically. "Have you... ever kissed someone before?"
"Never," Erik whispered, shaking his head.
"Oh, let me show you how it's done. Now if you're a first timer, I suggest you come up to me anyway. That way, you can take your time," Christine said with wisdom.
"How many times have YOU done this?" Erik asked.
"Oh, countless times," Christine said with a wave of her hand. "Now don't be afraid, c'mere."
Erik took a step. And another. He was standing right in front of Christine staring down at her, his heart beating a thousand times a second.
"Now you must just lean down and do it," Christine giggled, "or I'll get impatient."
"Sorry," Erik gasped, not doing a thing. Christine looked up at him with innocent eyes.
"Well..?" She smiled softly. Erik bent, but Christine stopped him. "What, are you crazy?"
"What?"
"You can't kiss someone with a mask on!" Christine threw it off and sighed. "Better. Continue."
Erik leaned forward and brushed his lips against Christine's. He pulled back sharply, staring in shock at Christine for what he had just done.
She smiled and said, "You can't tell a good kiss like THAT!" Christine curled her arms around Erik's neck and pulled herself closer to him, tipping up her head and giving Erik a nice long smooch.
Ooh, that was something for Erik.. he felt a tinglyness overcome him that he just could not explain, but it took the breath away from him... and he LIKED it! When they drew away, they were BOTH satisfied.
"Wow.." they said together, staring dreamily at each other.
"Let's do that again," Christine offered quickly.
"Yes, let's..."
A/N: End of chapter eight! That was a fun chapter, I admit it. Fun, fun, fun! ENJOY!!! :)
Raoul was out of breath from running all the way from Christine's house to the fifth cellar, and had to stop to catch his breath before wondering anymore. "Hallo?" Suddenly, he bumped into something...
"Ahhhh!!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
"AHHHHH!!!!"
"Who're you!!!?"
"Who're y- RAOUL!?"
"WHO!?"
"AHHHH!!!"
"QUIET!"
There was silence as Erik hollered, and he, Christine and Raoul stared at each other. Christine and Erik were carrying a really heavy bed which they had to haul two blocks, and all three of them gaped in genuine shock.
"Hey, isn't that the spaz?" Erik wondered, pointed to Raoul.
"Yes, dear, that is," Christine replied giggled nervously, dropping her side of the bed, making Erik collapse to the ground. She seized Raoul by the arm and pulled him to a corner, muttering under her breath, "What are you doing here, you're embarrassing me!"
"Help..." Erik said, his voice muffled from underneath the bed.
"What has he got there?" Raoul wondered.
"It's a bed. He went out and bought it. I didn't pick it out," Christine grumbled, rolling her eyes.
"A little help..."
"So you ignored our appointment for tea, to go buy a bed for a guy in a mask who calls me a spaz and lives under this opera house?" Raoul wondered, gasping for breath after he had said all that.
"Uh... yeah... um, Raoul? About the spaz thing.. you WERE acting a bit weird a little while ago," Christine said under her breath. "Now why don't you leave? I'm about to make my move on this really cute guy."
"WHAT!?" Raoul burst, jumping almost five feet in the air.
"Yeah," Christine said dreamily, noting that Raoul might be able to be in the Olympics if he could jump that high all the time.
"What about me?" Raoul asked tearfully, his lower lip puckering.
"What ABOUT you?" Christine asked. Then it hit her. "Oh yeah! I'm going out with you! Right! Now that IS a problem..." She turned to Erik, who was gurgling under the bed. "Erik!" She shouted, pulling the heavy thing off of him.
Stunned, Erik stared up at Christine, who slapped him hard before he leapt up and shouted, "I want my money back!"
"Why, dear?" Christine asked.
"It's got SPIKES underneath it!" Then he paused. "This - bed - is - GREAT!"
"Christine..." Raoul whined, "I was NOT being crazy!"
"Yes you were, now quit being silly," Christine giggled.
"I was not! It was that little mouse!" Raoul cried. Erik burst out laughing.
"There wasn't a mouse here, only you," Christine said, staring at Raoul as if he were completely nuts.
"No, I swear! There was a mouse! He talked! And when I picked him up and scratched him behind the ears, he turned into me! And he said he'd turn into me for 24 hours!" Raoul shouted.
Christine and Erik stared.
"Really!" Raoul added.
"I think you've had a little too much to drink," Christine decided.
"But I DON'T drink!" Raoul protested.
"Nonsense," Christine answered.
"It was a mouse!" Raoul said, "Don't you believe me?"
"Uh.. no," Christine grumbled. "Now, Raoul... you must leave now. I can't have you here. We'll meet each other in a couple of days, okay? We'll chat."
"But you're falling in love with THIS guy!" Raoul yelled, jabbing a thumb in Erik's direction. "How can I trust you'll still love ME?"
"You can't," Christine said sweetly, tilting her head to the side thoughtfully. "Bye, love."
"Good-bye," Raoul muttered, stalking off. Erik and Christine watched him leave, and when the door closed, Erik turned to the pretty little girl beside him.
"You've got an odd boyfriend, that one," Erik said, nodding towards the door Raoul left through.
"He IS acting very weird today," Christine said puzzled, biting her nail.
"Was he right, though?" Erik asked.
"Right about what?" Christine wondered, turning towards the phantom.
"Right about you... you know... falling in love with me..." he trailed off.
"Duh," Christine said as if it were obvious, "You're the perfect guy. The one everyone wants, but that's only in story books. You sure are one of a kind, monsieur."
Erik was blown back. "Yeah RIGHT," he smirked.
"Yes, really!" Christine's eyes went bright. "Will you kiss me?"
"WHAT!?" Erik cried, almost fainting.
"Will you kiss me? Please? I need to know what it feels like to kiss someone other than a fop."
"Come again?"
"I need to know what it feels like to kiss someone other than Raoul.
"You... you NEED to?" Erik stuttered, smiling weakly.
"Don't you want to kiss me?" Christine asked, pouting.
"Of course!!" Erik yelled, almost too passionately.
"Really?" Christine perked up. Nothing happened. "Well?" Christine motioned for Erik to step up to her.
"What.. you want ME to come up to YOU?" Erik asked nervously.
"Yes, silly, that's how you kiss someone," Christine smiled sympathetically. "Have you... ever kissed someone before?"
"Never," Erik whispered, shaking his head.
"Oh, let me show you how it's done. Now if you're a first timer, I suggest you come up to me anyway. That way, you can take your time," Christine said with wisdom.
"How many times have YOU done this?" Erik asked.
"Oh, countless times," Christine said with a wave of her hand. "Now don't be afraid, c'mere."
Erik took a step. And another. He was standing right in front of Christine staring down at her, his heart beating a thousand times a second.
"Now you must just lean down and do it," Christine giggled, "or I'll get impatient."
"Sorry," Erik gasped, not doing a thing. Christine looked up at him with innocent eyes.
"Well..?" She smiled softly. Erik bent, but Christine stopped him. "What, are you crazy?"
"What?"
"You can't kiss someone with a mask on!" Christine threw it off and sighed. "Better. Continue."
Erik leaned forward and brushed his lips against Christine's. He pulled back sharply, staring in shock at Christine for what he had just done.
She smiled and said, "You can't tell a good kiss like THAT!" Christine curled her arms around Erik's neck and pulled herself closer to him, tipping up her head and giving Erik a nice long smooch.
Ooh, that was something for Erik.. he felt a tinglyness overcome him that he just could not explain, but it took the breath away from him... and he LIKED it! When they drew away, they were BOTH satisfied.
"Wow.." they said together, staring dreamily at each other.
"Let's do that again," Christine offered quickly.
"Yes, let's..."
A/N: End of chapter eight! That was a fun chapter, I admit it. Fun, fun, fun! ENJOY!!! :)
