Down the Road
PG
A/N: I don't know where I'm going, but I'm definitely going somewhere. :)! R&R if you want, I'm not very particular. :P. Reminder: Jericho's birthday almost a month away...
Chapter 2
"Papers. Coffee, extra cream and less sugar."
"Thank you," Kurt smiled, taking everything from Chris' hands.
"This is abuse man," Chris said, folding up his sleeves. "You can't abuse the ayatollah."
"Yes I can, especially when you made a deal. I don't really care whether it was sucessful or not, because that was your business."
Chris mumbled little swears and curses. He was doing this all just for HER? What was he thinking? But the more he thought about it, the more he felt the night was great. Even if the first half of it was... a screw up caused by him.
"Oh please. It was fantastic," he heard himself say.
"Oh really? So what did you do?"
"Nothing much, just... talk."
Kurt took a sip from his cup and left the papers somewhere else. "And talking about...? Or is it a little too explicit for me?"
"What?! No way. NO WAY is that going to happen. But you could say explicit if there was the 'eff' words were involved."
"The 'F' word could mean anything. Could mean fruit, fructose, fibre, finesse, flabby, flowers... Flowery language maybe? Like with all the 'dudes' and stuff like that?" Chris huffed and frowned. "Speaking of flowers, did you buy her any?"
"No, why?"
"Nothing. Just asking." He coughed 'jerk' loudly.
"What?! What did I do?" Kurt just ignored him. "Fine. From now on, maid or not, friend or not, I'm going to start calling you tofu."
"Tofu?"
Chris chuckled. "That's right. Tofu. Listen and weep."
"That was so OVER! Don't you dare. Don't you... I'm gonna kick your girly butt!" He got up from the chair and started towards him.
Chris pointed a finger at him and laughed. "...Kurt. Curd. Tofu. Get it? Haha... TOFU."
"You know what?" Kurt paused.
"What?"
"...Would you stop if I fired you?"
"Be my guest."
"Alright. You're fired." Chris smiled.
"Tofu."
"That isn't fair you know. You promised."
"I never said anything else other than 'be my guest', you moronic tofu." Chris grinned harder and ran out of the place.
"HEY!"
"Wait 'til Steph hears all this!"
*
Chris got ready to enter her room, clearing the hair away from his face while he wiped his sweaty palms on his loose black jeans. Why did he always listen to Kurt? That stupid little piece of... tofu. With that small bouquet in hand behind his back, he took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob.
"Stephanie?" he said, looking around as he wandered deeper into the room. "Hell-ooo?"
"Chris?"
He let out a loud 'gyah' and a frown marred his face. "Don't do that."
"Don't you knock?"
"Well if you would say something, maybe I could've." He forgot about something. What was he supposed to do? Why was he acting so strange around her all the time? Damn, he hated it when that happened.
"And you're holding...?"
"What does it look like... Flowers duh." He whipped it from behind and held it out for her. "I couldn't get poison ivy or lantanas or periwinkles or any other poisonous thing so a brought you half a dozen peach roses."
"For me...?" she tried to sound over dramatically surprised. She just loved to play him like that, especially when he was all red and embarrassed. "Aww, you shouldn't have!" She pecked him lightly on both sides of his cheeks, feeling the heat emanating from his face. She took the bouquet from his hands and gave him a warm hug. She really thought it was sweet. Stephanie usually thought anything was sweet, even if it was was a scene in a movie when a guy proposed by sliding a coke tab into someone's finger. She'd swoon and sigh at home like a teeny bopper, but of course, that stayed right at home.
"Aye-yai-yai, Steph, your boobs are cutting off my air supply."
In return he got a pinch and a giggle from her, right in the arm. My, my, she had the hardest pinches in the world. Worst than when his aunt May used to visit. The cheek-pinching moments were just so traumatizing to him when he was a little kid. Maybe that's why he wasn't feeling so bad when she passed on. *Whoops, should not have thought of that.*
"That's not nice. I'm oing to get 'em out sooner or later."
"What?!"
"What? What? Is there a problem? I mean, pretend you didn't hear that. Shutup. I do not want to hear you speaking of it."
"Okay, okay. What did you just say? Is that good enough for you?"
"Shut up, please." She tried to find a place to leave the roses. "But I think it was really nice of you to pop by and give me these."
"...Really? I mean, roses are perishable in 3 to 6 days. Which is why I bought them so you can actually see them die. Maybe it was right to give them to you, because ivy just lasts longer."
"Just shutup and go away," she said. He was trying too hard.
"...Okay, I'm sorry. I wanted to ask you out. Again. I mean, if you don't want to, its okay, because I just thought that maybe you'd be busy with everything and stuff so I was pretty much very pre---"
"Okay."
Chris stopped completely. "What was that?"
"Okay. Yeah, I'd be happy to."
At that very moment, he felt like jumping right down to the lobby and screaming "I did it! I'm finally going out with her AGAIN" and kissing every soul he met, but just to make himself look good, he didn't. What would Kurt say? He had to thank him for the help. Again, help did come with a price, but it wasn't as bad as being the maid. He was never EVER going to get a maid ever. It was like torture. Degrading. But back to the subject at hand.
"Okay. But I wasn't prepared. So I'll probably give you a call."
Stephanie smiled. He was starting to like that smile alot now. "Chris, go to your room."
"Yes ma'am."
"I'm going to bed now, okay?" She showed him out the door and gave a little wave before shutting it.
Chris started to walk the corridors, a very joyful man. Very happy indeed. Hell, he'd be doing the macerena.... Forget about that. But suddenly, he began to slow down drastically and his face fell.
*What's her number?*
*
"Again?"
"Yes, again. I'm sorry that I'm stupid in these situations. But please, don't make me your maid again."
"Hey, I'm not gonna do that anymore. Why can't you just ask her? She might think that you're an idiot instead of an asshole. And actually, that's better."
"You're not helping..."
Kurt started jumping with his rope, whipping Chris a little. "You know, I bet that I could be a better date. I mean, you don't even know what's her real job."
"Yes I---" Chris stopped. "Fine."
"...You see? You've never gone on a proper one have you?"
He scratched his head. "It's not that. It's just Stephanie. If I ever EVER make myself look bad, I'll probably never be able to..." he thought carefully. "...catch my fish?"
"It's a good point, but the catch my fish part didn't quite make the grade. Anyway, look at yourself. How many times have you screwed up in front of her already? Wrong place, no flowers or gifts, no actual confessions for your deep, indescribable---"
"Shutup Mr. Dramatic! Tell you what: ten bucks I can kiss her by the end of this week."
Kurt stopped completely and stuck his tongue awkwardly in the side of his cheek. "Fifty bucks."
"You're on, you lame piece of wicked tofu." Chris laughed hard and ran away as fast as he could. Why did he always have to do this kind of betting thing? Why was he such an idiot?
Why did he have to fall for her?
PG
A/N: I don't know where I'm going, but I'm definitely going somewhere. :)! R&R if you want, I'm not very particular. :P. Reminder: Jericho's birthday almost a month away...
Chapter 2
"Papers. Coffee, extra cream and less sugar."
"Thank you," Kurt smiled, taking everything from Chris' hands.
"This is abuse man," Chris said, folding up his sleeves. "You can't abuse the ayatollah."
"Yes I can, especially when you made a deal. I don't really care whether it was sucessful or not, because that was your business."
Chris mumbled little swears and curses. He was doing this all just for HER? What was he thinking? But the more he thought about it, the more he felt the night was great. Even if the first half of it was... a screw up caused by him.
"Oh please. It was fantastic," he heard himself say.
"Oh really? So what did you do?"
"Nothing much, just... talk."
Kurt took a sip from his cup and left the papers somewhere else. "And talking about...? Or is it a little too explicit for me?"
"What?! No way. NO WAY is that going to happen. But you could say explicit if there was the 'eff' words were involved."
"The 'F' word could mean anything. Could mean fruit, fructose, fibre, finesse, flabby, flowers... Flowery language maybe? Like with all the 'dudes' and stuff like that?" Chris huffed and frowned. "Speaking of flowers, did you buy her any?"
"No, why?"
"Nothing. Just asking." He coughed 'jerk' loudly.
"What?! What did I do?" Kurt just ignored him. "Fine. From now on, maid or not, friend or not, I'm going to start calling you tofu."
"Tofu?"
Chris chuckled. "That's right. Tofu. Listen and weep."
"That was so OVER! Don't you dare. Don't you... I'm gonna kick your girly butt!" He got up from the chair and started towards him.
Chris pointed a finger at him and laughed. "...Kurt. Curd. Tofu. Get it? Haha... TOFU."
"You know what?" Kurt paused.
"What?"
"...Would you stop if I fired you?"
"Be my guest."
"Alright. You're fired." Chris smiled.
"Tofu."
"That isn't fair you know. You promised."
"I never said anything else other than 'be my guest', you moronic tofu." Chris grinned harder and ran out of the place.
"HEY!"
"Wait 'til Steph hears all this!"
*
Chris got ready to enter her room, clearing the hair away from his face while he wiped his sweaty palms on his loose black jeans. Why did he always listen to Kurt? That stupid little piece of... tofu. With that small bouquet in hand behind his back, he took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob.
"Stephanie?" he said, looking around as he wandered deeper into the room. "Hell-ooo?"
"Chris?"
He let out a loud 'gyah' and a frown marred his face. "Don't do that."
"Don't you knock?"
"Well if you would say something, maybe I could've." He forgot about something. What was he supposed to do? Why was he acting so strange around her all the time? Damn, he hated it when that happened.
"And you're holding...?"
"What does it look like... Flowers duh." He whipped it from behind and held it out for her. "I couldn't get poison ivy or lantanas or periwinkles or any other poisonous thing so a brought you half a dozen peach roses."
"For me...?" she tried to sound over dramatically surprised. She just loved to play him like that, especially when he was all red and embarrassed. "Aww, you shouldn't have!" She pecked him lightly on both sides of his cheeks, feeling the heat emanating from his face. She took the bouquet from his hands and gave him a warm hug. She really thought it was sweet. Stephanie usually thought anything was sweet, even if it was was a scene in a movie when a guy proposed by sliding a coke tab into someone's finger. She'd swoon and sigh at home like a teeny bopper, but of course, that stayed right at home.
"Aye-yai-yai, Steph, your boobs are cutting off my air supply."
In return he got a pinch and a giggle from her, right in the arm. My, my, she had the hardest pinches in the world. Worst than when his aunt May used to visit. The cheek-pinching moments were just so traumatizing to him when he was a little kid. Maybe that's why he wasn't feeling so bad when she passed on. *Whoops, should not have thought of that.*
"That's not nice. I'm oing to get 'em out sooner or later."
"What?!"
"What? What? Is there a problem? I mean, pretend you didn't hear that. Shutup. I do not want to hear you speaking of it."
"Okay, okay. What did you just say? Is that good enough for you?"
"Shut up, please." She tried to find a place to leave the roses. "But I think it was really nice of you to pop by and give me these."
"...Really? I mean, roses are perishable in 3 to 6 days. Which is why I bought them so you can actually see them die. Maybe it was right to give them to you, because ivy just lasts longer."
"Just shutup and go away," she said. He was trying too hard.
"...Okay, I'm sorry. I wanted to ask you out. Again. I mean, if you don't want to, its okay, because I just thought that maybe you'd be busy with everything and stuff so I was pretty much very pre---"
"Okay."
Chris stopped completely. "What was that?"
"Okay. Yeah, I'd be happy to."
At that very moment, he felt like jumping right down to the lobby and screaming "I did it! I'm finally going out with her AGAIN" and kissing every soul he met, but just to make himself look good, he didn't. What would Kurt say? He had to thank him for the help. Again, help did come with a price, but it wasn't as bad as being the maid. He was never EVER going to get a maid ever. It was like torture. Degrading. But back to the subject at hand.
"Okay. But I wasn't prepared. So I'll probably give you a call."
Stephanie smiled. He was starting to like that smile alot now. "Chris, go to your room."
"Yes ma'am."
"I'm going to bed now, okay?" She showed him out the door and gave a little wave before shutting it.
Chris started to walk the corridors, a very joyful man. Very happy indeed. Hell, he'd be doing the macerena.... Forget about that. But suddenly, he began to slow down drastically and his face fell.
*What's her number?*
*
"Again?"
"Yes, again. I'm sorry that I'm stupid in these situations. But please, don't make me your maid again."
"Hey, I'm not gonna do that anymore. Why can't you just ask her? She might think that you're an idiot instead of an asshole. And actually, that's better."
"You're not helping..."
Kurt started jumping with his rope, whipping Chris a little. "You know, I bet that I could be a better date. I mean, you don't even know what's her real job."
"Yes I---" Chris stopped. "Fine."
"...You see? You've never gone on a proper one have you?"
He scratched his head. "It's not that. It's just Stephanie. If I ever EVER make myself look bad, I'll probably never be able to..." he thought carefully. "...catch my fish?"
"It's a good point, but the catch my fish part didn't quite make the grade. Anyway, look at yourself. How many times have you screwed up in front of her already? Wrong place, no flowers or gifts, no actual confessions for your deep, indescribable---"
"Shutup Mr. Dramatic! Tell you what: ten bucks I can kiss her by the end of this week."
Kurt stopped completely and stuck his tongue awkwardly in the side of his cheek. "Fifty bucks."
"You're on, you lame piece of wicked tofu." Chris laughed hard and ran away as fast as he could. Why did he always have to do this kind of betting thing? Why was he such an idiot?
Why did he have to fall for her?