Serendipity
Jester: HERE'S CHAPTER…uh…Three right? Yeah, three.
Anna: …duh…Anyway, good people, here it is! ^_^
~~Being Chapter~~
"AGGHH!"
Satine's agitated moan echoed through the dorm once more, her red hair tangled in her fingers as she attempted to rip it out of her head.
"Oh, come off it, Satine, he's a sweet boy-"
"NOOO!"
"What you want-"
Aretha Franklin's rich vocals thumped in the background, Anna and Nny singing along as they occasionally tried to calm the hysteric Satine.
"Baby I got it-"
"GRRRRR!"
"Satine, you don't even know what you're talking about-"
"What you need-"
"STUPID PROFESSOR!"
"You know I got it-"
"WHY does everything happen to ME? Huh? A LITTLE SYMPATHY, HERE!" Satine addressed the cracked ceiling.
"R-E-S-P-E-C-T-"
"Will you two shut up?!" Satine screeched, yanking the plug out of its socket, cutting Ms. Franklin off.
Brrring!!
Um, that would be the phone.
Brrring!!
"I got it, I got it. . ." Nny muttered. She picked up the phone.
"Yeah?" she said.
Satine and Anna saw a wicked smile spread slowly across her face as the unknown caller spoke.
"Will you hang on for one moment, Christian?" she asked sweetly, dragging out his name to grab Satine's and Anna's attention. As she pressed a button, she sneezed loudly to cover up the click it made as it transitioned to. . . speakerphone. Oh, was this going to be fun.
"Sorry, Christian, had to sneeze. What's goin' on?"
"Oh nothing, I just wanted to... to talk. Toulouse is out."
"Oh reeeeally," Nny said slyly, smiling. "Whatever about?"
"Well, it's. . . she. . . I don't know. . ."
"Satine?"
"NO! Why would. . . I mean. . . well. . . yes." Nny laughed.
"You like her?"
They could almost feel his blush.
"NO! I-I. . . I mean. . . no. No, not at all, I HATE her! Why did I have to be partners with HER? God, everything happens to me, why, why, why. . . THAT'S what I needed to talk about, and I thought you might listen."
Satine bristled.
"Of course I would listen. Now I've got to go, but I think I have someone here who wants to say hi, OY, SATINE!"
A gasp escaped the speakerphone.
"Sh-she's there?"
"Course I'm here, you little prat! Hang up the phone!"
A click.
Anna and Nny burst into laughter.
"So it's mutual. I'm glad." Satine murmured to no one in particular.
"You like him, don't you?"
"W-what?!" Satine's face flushed. "OF COURSE NOT! I hate his bloody guts!"
"Right then," Anna said, giggling.
"I'm going out," Satine announced, yanking her coat that was perched haphazardly on a chair and marching huffily out the door, slamming it behind her.
"Am I good, or am I good? Don't even ANSWER, 'cause I KNOW I'm good!" Nny said laughingly.
"You know, he was right," Anna said suddenly.
"What? Who?" Nny said, still smiling broadly.
"About their names. Christian and Satine."
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"I can't believe she did that!" Christian said looking at his phone on the other side of the room. "I can't believe it…no wonder she sounded distant. Now Satine's goin' to think I'm a dumbass…no, wait, why would I care? I don't care! Yeah, I should be glad she heard that! Right?"
Christian sighed. He didn't know…
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Nny and Anna laughed, still laughing even though the occurrence was just ten minutes ago. They couldn't stop laughing. The grinned, and laughed, and choked, lost breath, breathed again, and then did it all over again.
"Yes, he was right, indeed," Nny said. Anna nodded. Nny grinned evilly, "And that means hehe, evil plotting and planning! All to take place in Paris!"
"No, but really…" Anna trailed off, wiping the tears of mirth off of her face.
"What?"
"Their names, Nny, their names."
"What on earth are you talking about? We established that their names sound good, yeah, great, good, wonderful, okay?"
"No, but it's like…"
"Oh no, here we go…" Nny groaned, rolling her eyes.
"WHAT?!?" Anna screeched defensively.
"You're such a damn sap! Get over yourself!" she shot back.
"But it's poetic! Christian and Satine, Christian and Satine," Anna sighed. "So romantic!"
"Aw, give me a break," Nny said dryly.
"Unfeeling bitch!"
"HOPELESS ROMANTIC!"
"That's a compliment, darling, just so you know." Anna stated.
"All right, all right, let's get down to business, lover-girl. The point is that we're in this matchmaking together, right? Whether it's for the amusement of conniving schemers," Nny said, a sly grin spreading across her face.
"OR because it's so ROMANTIC!"
"…yeah, yeah, or because it's so ROMANTIC," Nny mocked in a perfect Anna voice, swooning dramatically.
Anna reached into her pocket and pulled out several pound notes. She tossed it on the bed and sat down. Nny did the same. Anna said, "We should take half of our money from each day and put it in a jar. This'll be our shopping money, and the money to cover any restaurants, and for any 'random' bumping into each other that they may do during the trip."
"We're going to have to do more than just that," Nny said. Anna looked at her quizzically. Nny grabbed her laptop and showed Anna a card then inserted it into her laptop, "Today, I installed my very own wireless cable internet! Made by myself, and completely trackless to other systems!"
"You did WHAT?!" Anna gasped. "Trackless? What do you mean by trackless?!"
"I can hack into anything with out anyone knowing but me," Nny grinned. "Now, naturally this is illegal, but only if people find out. So you will be silent yes?" Anna nodded.
"What're you going to do?"
"When we buy the tickets, they use the computers to judge where people sit, y'know, something like that. I will make it so Christian and Satine have seats next to each other. Naturally, you or I will be there, to sit in the window seat, so they can't look out and avoid each other."
"Nny you are prime evil."
"I know. But then again, it's you who can really match people up. Last time I played matchmaker by myself, I ended up having two people hate each other," Nny said.
"Yeah, me and Ryan," Anna said. "The bastard!"
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"How dare that overly sensitive, bad mouth, stupid…stupid...stupid…ARGH he's so horrible I can't think of an insult to match him!" Satine yelled as she walked down the street. People stopped and looked at her. She glared at them, "What are you looking at?!"
The immediately went back to their own workings and dealings. Satine continued down the street muttering angrily to herself.
"He didn't have to say those things," Satine said. "But…he sounded a bit hesitant…NO, he's mean, evil cruel, just plain...plain…argh why can't I think of an insult?!"
"Perhaps you like him," came a soft voice. Satine turned and saw Satie.
"Satie!" Satine hugged him. "Right when I need a friend, but I do NOT like him! No, it's just…wrong. No, I don't like him!"
"Sure you don't," Satie said sarcastically. Satine laughed and lightly slapped Satie's arm.
"I don't!" Satine said. "Why would I? He insulted me right on the phone!"
"Perhaps he's scared," Satie said. Satine shook her head as they walked down the street.
"No way, he's just an asshole," Satine said. "Finally an insult comes up, but not good enough."
Satine shivered, Satie touched her bare arms, "You're freezing!" Satie took off his coat, having a thick sweater beneath and put it around Satine's shoulders. "Honestly, Satine, you should wear a coat out here, especially this late, after all it is London, home of the cold.."
Satine laughed lightly and she pulled the coat around her, "Thanks Satie, you're just like a brother to me."
Satie laughed, "My little sister."
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Christian had decided to take a walk after that embarrassing phone call and ten minutes of utter confusion. He had to do something, write, think…think above all things he had to think. He grabbed his long black coat and went outside for a nice cool walk in the evening.
Christian walked along the campus, when he hear a loud aggravated yell. He looked up the street and saw Satine. Christian paused, his legs trembled, embarrassment, that's all. For some reason, he followed her. He stayed far enough behind to not hear her, but close enough to follow her.
His hands balled into fists as he saw him put his coat on her, they laughed, they seemed to be having a good time. What was this feeling? No, it was nothing, absolutely nothing. Just cold, yeah he was just cold. He quickly turned around and headed back to his flat.
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"So how'll we save up for a ticket?" Nny asked Monsieur Zidler in class the next day. "Are we supposed to buy it ourselves?"
"How you save up is your own decision," Monsieur Zidler. "The truth is, this is NOT a school funded activity. While yes, you will be excused from all your other classes for a month, and your work sent to Paris for you, it is not a school funded activity, you will be responsible for buying your own ticket."
"What if one of us or a few can't afford it?" another student asked.
"It's a pity for you, and you're partner. You will have to remain here, doing pure book work on the Moulin Rouge and the Bohemian revolution," Monsieur Zidler said. The kid snapped his fingers disappointed that he couldn't be excused from the work. "Oh yes, yes, more work for you, boohoo, your fault."
"How long do we have?" Anna asked.
"Just a few weeks, maybe a month."
"You expect us to save up enough money in that amount of time?!" Nny yelled. Zidler flinched.
"Ask your parents for help, or a friend," Zidler said. "But I will be helping all of you pay a quarter of the amount, so you just pay the other 75 percent."
"Alright," Nny said. Then the bell rang, end of class.
"Remember, you will be responsible for your own ticket!" Zidler yelled. Everyone left by the time he was mid-sentence.
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"So, to save up the money to get to Paris. We should all save up seventy five percent of our daily money we get, hell I can live off of a hundred pounds a week, what about you two?" Nny asked. They nodded. Nny took out her money and put it in a pile on the bed. Satine sat her desk doing her homework from another class. Anna was counting the money, putting pence by their value in piles, keeping notes on her notepad. Nny counted the large pound notes over fifty. Nny reached over to the shelf four feet away and fell, taking the sheet with her, and the money. "OW!"
"HEY!" Anna yelled. "You tossed all the pence around! Now I have to recount it!"
Nny stood up and grabbed a jar of money she had. She turned around, grinned and grabbed her portable CD player and took out the CD, "I know just what to listen to, to help us count!"
"No, no, no, no," Anna said. Nny put the CD in the CD player and turned it to track six. Drums echoed out as she turned the volume up. Then Nny sang along to the voice of Davey Havok.
"I lay me down tonight, much further down, swim in the calm, tonight, this art does drown," Nny sang. Anna sighed, she thought that Nny was going to torture her with that other music…horrible music that Nny only tolerated to torture Anna…Backstreet Boys! "What follows me as the whitest lace of light will Swallow whole, just begs to be imbrued. What follows has lead me to this place where I belong, with all erased!"
Nny sat down, "Long live Davey!"
Anna and Satine laughed, they knew Nny was obsessed.
"Right, well, let's get counting again," Anna said taking her seat on the floor and recounting the pence.
"We'll have to set aside extra money for, you know," Nny said.
"Yeah, I know."
"For what?" Satine asked. Anna and Nny looked at Satine and smiled innocently.
"Nothing, just our own interests!" They said at the same time.
Satine cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, "Really? But I know your 'own' interests is destroying someone else's life."
"Destroy lives?" Nny repeated.
"Why, Satine, we'd never do such a thing! NEVER!" Anna said innocently.
Satine rolled her eyes, "Suuure." She gathered her books and papers and pencils and stood up, "I'll be out in the courtyard studying. I'll see you two later."
"See ya laters, Satine," Nny said. "Oh and if you see Christian, say 'hi' to him."
"Why?"
"For us, she means," Anna said. Satine looked at them suspiciously again then nodded and walked out. Anna turned to Nny, "Could you be any more obvious in our plans?"
"Sorry, but like I said, I'm not good at this, just making them meet and being evil," Nny said. Anna laughed.
"Evil indeed!"
~~End Chapter~~
We'll see how the evil plotting goes soon enough!
From Jester: JOIN BOHOWAVE DAMN IT!