Down the Road
PG
A/N: AHHHH! Monday's my birthday!!!!!!! Mwahahahha. *21102002* I'd also like to say that Chris and Steph might be ordinary people. I really don't know. Oh yes, and should Kurt be pictured with or without his hair? Hmmm. Basically, this is just a little moving on from the last chapter, not much, but hey, what can I say, I'm still writing.
Chapter 3
His palms were sweating, his hair in a complete mess. *I will not screw up. I will not screw up,* he kept telling himself, pacing around the room looking for his stuff. He had to clean this room one day. It was a swamp in the drawers, a jungle in his wardrobe and a desert under his bed. He never got to make it anyway.
Hurriedly he grabbed the phone and started to struggle putting on his pants while dialling the numbers. "Hello? Steph?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you mind if I came a little late?"
He fell to the floor when he tripped over himself. "Uh, no. I think I might be a little late myself."
"Okay, that's great."
"Is there a problem? 'Cause I really don't want to trouble you too much."
"Hey, I asked for this," he said as he looked around for a shirt, "and I can't possibly cancel it to my own liking."
"If it's too much then I think we can go on another day."
She sounded like she wasn't so up to it. *I've screwed myself over, haven't I? Now she thinks I'm a ding-dong mochachini idiot. Damn Kurt. I'm going to kill him for this. But it isn't HIS fault that I like her. Oh my God, did I say like? Did I--- nonononono. It isn't his fault that I happen to have a strange little itty bitty absolutely small likeness to her.*
"Hello?"
"Do you want to?" he asked before she could go on any further.
"Yeah, I do. I think you're very fun to be with. It'll be sad if you can't make it tonight."
"Since when did I say I couldn't? I'm just going to be a little late. Don't worry okay?"
"Okay," she replied. Then the receiver's tone took over.
*
He had to admit, she had a thing for class. He was standing outside the RIGHT place, ten minutes early. If she'd be late, he'd wait for her. Of course, let's hope that she wouldn't really be that late. The cell phone in his pocket rang loudly, Eminem's "The Real Slim Shady' adding to the noise in the atmosphere. *I have got to change that sound,* he thought to himself. "Hello?"
"Chris, I can't make it."
He almost fell onto the ground dead. "Why not?"
"Because this meeting'll go on forever. Look, I'll make it up to you, okay? I'm so sorry Chris. I'm really, really sorry."
"...Don't worry about it."
"I know you've really been looking forward to it, I'm really sorry."
"It's okay. Bye."
Damn. So much for trying hard to be good at this. It takes two to tango, but unfortunately for him, his tango partner was doing a mambo. *Was that right?* He shook away the thought and started off down the pavement. It was time for counselling with Dr. Kurt Tofu Angle again.
*
"She stood you up? Ouch, that had to hurt."
"She didn't stand me up. She just told me she couldn't make it because she had a meeting."
"...Which also implies that she stood you up." Kurt sighed. "Look, it didn't go all as you planned. But it happens, okay?"
Chris sighed hard and long. "Why do I even LIKE her? Why do I even take the trouble to give my TIME, to waste my MONEY, to... to... Rghhhhh, I don't know." He plopped down on the couch in front of his friend.
"...You don't like her." Kurt sat up a little more.
"I do like her."
He started to grin unbearably. "You don't like her."
"I DO!"
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do!"
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do!"
"You love her!"
"Yes I... I do?"
"Yes you do!"
"I do?"
"YES YOU DO!"
"Oh man. I do."
For that moment after the ridiculous argument, Chris scratched his head and thought hard. He just said he did. He loved her. He really did. "You know, maybe it's an infatuation. Maybe it'll go away soon enough."
"If it was, that would be the world's longest infatuation ever to occur on Earth. Don't lie to yourself buddy, you know it too."
Chris knew it, but being the person he was, he couldn't help but to cover his feelings up and say something else. "You know, I guess I do. But that doesn't mean that shes gonna like me all the way through."
"I know." Chris jabbed his forehead. "Hey, that's true okay? I'm just supporting that out of honesty."
"So... What should I do?"
"Tell her!"
"NO! Oh man, you're acting like a teeny bopper. You're already squealing." The olympian glared. "Anyway, it'll never happen anytime soon. Believe me. Now that's true."
"I advise that you tell her sooner or later, or the opportunity will pass. I'm serious about that."
Kurt's advice always did seem to work. Besides, the parts that were going well were mostly thanks to him. MOSTLY. Of course, he had to take some credit for himself. "I also suggest," he continued, "that you should do something right now."
"Like?"
"You'd have to figure that out yourself."
"Oh great and mighty old Yotofuda, please tell me." Out of irritance, he did not reply. "Fine. Be that way."
Chris got up and opened the door. *I can handle this myself.*
*
Again, this was going to be his last try. One more time for that date. ONE LAST TIME. Anymore times, he would appear to be desperate for one. Just like the day before, he was outside the door, the scene replaying all over again, except without the bouquet. He knocked the door a couple of times, then heard a reply.
"Stephanie!"
He sounded so glad to see her. Perhaps, it would be a little too suspicious. Maybe he should change his tone a little.
"Chris!" she replied, in almost an exact voice of glee. Oh, screw the mood change. He wouldn't miss anything for this. "What are you doing here?" He was about to say something when she interrupted again. "You know what, I think I still owe you the dinner. As a matter of fact, let's go now."
"Now?"
"Yes, now!" She neatened the things on her desk and took her purse. "But let's not go to such a posh place okay?"
"...Uh, no problem." He grinned. He grinned the grin he never did before, and his jaw muscles being jurt at the end of the day was a guarantee. "I was thinking about the same thing, actually."
"Great!"
"Oh waitwaitwaitwait!" Chris said quickly, pulling his hand out of her firm grasp. "How about your work?"
"Screw it."
So off they went, two very excited people on the way to their dinner.
PG
A/N: AHHHH! Monday's my birthday!!!!!!! Mwahahahha. *21102002* I'd also like to say that Chris and Steph might be ordinary people. I really don't know. Oh yes, and should Kurt be pictured with or without his hair? Hmmm. Basically, this is just a little moving on from the last chapter, not much, but hey, what can I say, I'm still writing.
Chapter 3
His palms were sweating, his hair in a complete mess. *I will not screw up. I will not screw up,* he kept telling himself, pacing around the room looking for his stuff. He had to clean this room one day. It was a swamp in the drawers, a jungle in his wardrobe and a desert under his bed. He never got to make it anyway.
Hurriedly he grabbed the phone and started to struggle putting on his pants while dialling the numbers. "Hello? Steph?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you mind if I came a little late?"
He fell to the floor when he tripped over himself. "Uh, no. I think I might be a little late myself."
"Okay, that's great."
"Is there a problem? 'Cause I really don't want to trouble you too much."
"Hey, I asked for this," he said as he looked around for a shirt, "and I can't possibly cancel it to my own liking."
"If it's too much then I think we can go on another day."
She sounded like she wasn't so up to it. *I've screwed myself over, haven't I? Now she thinks I'm a ding-dong mochachini idiot. Damn Kurt. I'm going to kill him for this. But it isn't HIS fault that I like her. Oh my God, did I say like? Did I--- nonononono. It isn't his fault that I happen to have a strange little itty bitty absolutely small likeness to her.*
"Hello?"
"Do you want to?" he asked before she could go on any further.
"Yeah, I do. I think you're very fun to be with. It'll be sad if you can't make it tonight."
"Since when did I say I couldn't? I'm just going to be a little late. Don't worry okay?"
"Okay," she replied. Then the receiver's tone took over.
*
He had to admit, she had a thing for class. He was standing outside the RIGHT place, ten minutes early. If she'd be late, he'd wait for her. Of course, let's hope that she wouldn't really be that late. The cell phone in his pocket rang loudly, Eminem's "The Real Slim Shady' adding to the noise in the atmosphere. *I have got to change that sound,* he thought to himself. "Hello?"
"Chris, I can't make it."
He almost fell onto the ground dead. "Why not?"
"Because this meeting'll go on forever. Look, I'll make it up to you, okay? I'm so sorry Chris. I'm really, really sorry."
"...Don't worry about it."
"I know you've really been looking forward to it, I'm really sorry."
"It's okay. Bye."
Damn. So much for trying hard to be good at this. It takes two to tango, but unfortunately for him, his tango partner was doing a mambo. *Was that right?* He shook away the thought and started off down the pavement. It was time for counselling with Dr. Kurt Tofu Angle again.
*
"She stood you up? Ouch, that had to hurt."
"She didn't stand me up. She just told me she couldn't make it because she had a meeting."
"...Which also implies that she stood you up." Kurt sighed. "Look, it didn't go all as you planned. But it happens, okay?"
Chris sighed hard and long. "Why do I even LIKE her? Why do I even take the trouble to give my TIME, to waste my MONEY, to... to... Rghhhhh, I don't know." He plopped down on the couch in front of his friend.
"...You don't like her." Kurt sat up a little more.
"I do like her."
He started to grin unbearably. "You don't like her."
"I DO!"
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do!"
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do!"
"You love her!"
"Yes I... I do?"
"Yes you do!"
"I do?"
"YES YOU DO!"
"Oh man. I do."
For that moment after the ridiculous argument, Chris scratched his head and thought hard. He just said he did. He loved her. He really did. "You know, maybe it's an infatuation. Maybe it'll go away soon enough."
"If it was, that would be the world's longest infatuation ever to occur on Earth. Don't lie to yourself buddy, you know it too."
Chris knew it, but being the person he was, he couldn't help but to cover his feelings up and say something else. "You know, I guess I do. But that doesn't mean that shes gonna like me all the way through."
"I know." Chris jabbed his forehead. "Hey, that's true okay? I'm just supporting that out of honesty."
"So... What should I do?"
"Tell her!"
"NO! Oh man, you're acting like a teeny bopper. You're already squealing." The olympian glared. "Anyway, it'll never happen anytime soon. Believe me. Now that's true."
"I advise that you tell her sooner or later, or the opportunity will pass. I'm serious about that."
Kurt's advice always did seem to work. Besides, the parts that were going well were mostly thanks to him. MOSTLY. Of course, he had to take some credit for himself. "I also suggest," he continued, "that you should do something right now."
"Like?"
"You'd have to figure that out yourself."
"Oh great and mighty old Yotofuda, please tell me." Out of irritance, he did not reply. "Fine. Be that way."
Chris got up and opened the door. *I can handle this myself.*
*
Again, this was going to be his last try. One more time for that date. ONE LAST TIME. Anymore times, he would appear to be desperate for one. Just like the day before, he was outside the door, the scene replaying all over again, except without the bouquet. He knocked the door a couple of times, then heard a reply.
"Stephanie!"
He sounded so glad to see her. Perhaps, it would be a little too suspicious. Maybe he should change his tone a little.
"Chris!" she replied, in almost an exact voice of glee. Oh, screw the mood change. He wouldn't miss anything for this. "What are you doing here?" He was about to say something when she interrupted again. "You know what, I think I still owe you the dinner. As a matter of fact, let's go now."
"Now?"
"Yes, now!" She neatened the things on her desk and took her purse. "But let's not go to such a posh place okay?"
"...Uh, no problem." He grinned. He grinned the grin he never did before, and his jaw muscles being jurt at the end of the day was a guarantee. "I was thinking about the same thing, actually."
"Great!"
"Oh waitwaitwaitwait!" Chris said quickly, pulling his hand out of her firm grasp. "How about your work?"
"Screw it."
So off they went, two very excited people on the way to their dinner.