Down the Road
PG-13
A/N: There's lots I want to say. Firstly, happy belated to Christian. Secondly, congrats to Kurt who has finally become a dad in reality. And I can't believe Chyna and X-pac are gonna tie the knot. And also, I'm keeping that ass cream vid permanantly! :].
Chapter 11
Chris started pulling on his pants. Unfortunately, he had to take an afternoon nap and from the afternoon, it stretched to the evening. "I gotta go pick her up," he told himself, finding the rest of his clothes. Stephanie went out earlier in the day with HIM, and she told him to meet her at the place where he told her... Where was it? Nevermind. Victoria would know. *Casual,* he thought, then took off his pants. *Khakis,* he thought again. He threw it straight at the wall and messed up the whole room with clothes all over the place. For a man, he had an awful lot of clothes. In fact, he could estimate about three hundred pieces. But who cared? He didn't really wear all of them anyway. Once he found that white-collared shirt he wanted, he dialled the phone and left it on speaker mode. So much easier than trying to hold it by the side of his neck. *Tuck in or tuck out?* he thought, as the phone rang.
"Hello?" Victoria answered.
"I'll meet you in five Vic... I'll see you," he said, then put on the khakis he looked for in the jungle, a.k.a the closet.
"Sure," she said, then he heard a click. Once he was done, he ran out of his room like a madman and took the keys to the house on the counter she kept wiping the other day. He did an olympic jump over the couch that Kurt would've been proud of, then sped out the door. *I think I can make it.* He glanced at his wrist, but no watch, so he ran back in with that same jump to hunt for his watch.
"Finally," he huffed, locking the door. Then he realised his hair was all over the place. "Screw." He said, and went back in. When he came out, he was frustrated as hell. He had about two solid minutes to pick up Victoria, and he was still at his door. "No more screw ups this time," he told himself. He shoved his keys in his pocket and it really pissed him off that he couldn't find his wallet. "SHIT!" he exclaimed, and the lady passing by glared. This time he entered through the open window, which was relatively faster than unlocking the door, then got his wallet from under the bed. He escaped through the window again, and then ran like the wind to pick up his date. Stephanie would really mind if she that he trashed his own room right? No time for cleaning up this time anyway.
***
"Stephanie!" he greeted cheerfully. "...and Greg," he continued reluctantly when Stephanie gestured to her boyfriend. He wanted to hug her so much, but her boyfriend was present and his grilfriend was there too, so...
"This is Victoria," Chris introduced. Stephanie seemed to be eyeing her closely. Her boyfriend just welcomed the both of them warmly and offered them their seats. While Steph gave this look to Victoria, Chris and Greg were having their own stare down.
"Order please?"
Thankfully, the waiter managed to break this competition. He handed them the menus.
Chris mumbled something to the waiter, and then Greg just pointed out what he wanted. Stephanie took the same; Victoria matched with Chris. As soon as the waiter departed, Greg spoke. "So, how long has this been going on?"
Chris looked at Victoria for an answer. "Going for about three weeks. Quite smooth actually."
"That's great to hear," Greg said. "Stephy and I have been together for quite some time..."
*STEPHY?! That's entitled to close people, not horse-faces.* It nearly brought out a snigger from him.
Stephanie managed a bright smile. "Honestly, I'm glad I met him. I'm really glad, because he's been there all the time, and I've found something in him... That I don't think I've come across in other people before."Then Greg wrapped and arm around her shoulder.
Ugh! It could make Chris puke litres. And what Stephanie said... It was kind of heartbreaking. She didn't find that 'something' in him at all? But the way she looked at Greg... She really was happy, wasn't she? Wasn't that the point of his existence? To make sure she was happy?
Just then, he saw Greg's arm move from her shoulder to her hip, and it made him want to give him an immediate Walls in front of the whole restaurant. Or just throw a really big table onto him. Victoria pulled Chris a little closer to her. Oh, right. The plan. It was supposed to be working. She pecked him on the cheek, and then he looked at her. Another heart not worth to break. One fine day, he was really going to strangle a certain someone for suggesting stupid things. "Vicotoria... I like her very much. More than I thought," he said.
"I love her too," Greg said, smiling and leaning into Steph. He used that 'L' word! The 'L' word! Oh no. Luckily, everyone didn't notice much of a difference.
"I thought of taking a step further," Chris said, which earned a surprised stare from Victoria, a bit of an upset look from Stephanie and still a smiling face from Greg. He would smack that right off his face if Steph weren't here. He shocked himself even. He was getting himself into some deep crap. "A small one at that," he added. "After all, its no point rushing things." The atmosphere changed.
"Are you saying that we're rushing things?" Greg asked, his smile replaced by a frown. A hard frown at that.
"I didn't say anything like that."
"But you were directing that comment toward the both of us, weren't you?"
Chris frowned. This guy was a P-A-I-N I-N T-H-E A-S-S. He was always thinking that Chris was against him, one way or another. Sheesh.
"I WASN'T, okay?" He rolled his eyes. "Why do you always have something against me?! Am I that detestable to you?"
Victoria whispered to him that he should calm down, but Chris just waited for a reply.
"If you insist on knowing," Greg began, "yes, I do. In fact, I find it repulsive that Stephanie's best friend happens to be you!"
"Why I'm gonna---" Chris stood up and reached out, but Victoria pulled him back.
"Greg, sit down!" Stephanie said, trying to handle her own boyfriend. "Its not worth. Please."
Greg straightened his jacket and sat. "I want to leave," he whispered harshly into her ear. "Right now."
Stephanie couldn't take much of it. Not anymore. "Why the HELL are you so worked up for? Just because he made business drop for one day, it doesn't mean that you've got to cast my friend away! I swear that you've got no idea how much I try to mix with your friends. Is it so hard to just accept mine?! All you EVER do is end up with a brawl with Chris and you KNOW I want all of it to happen successfully. Some boyfriend you are." Steph took the towel from her lap and threw it down on the table top, then left the place.
"Look at what you've done," Greg angrily growled. He went after her.
After all that, the food didn't even make it yet. "I see why you don't like him very much," Victoria said. "I'm sorry. Let's go. I'm sure you have a lot to say to me."
Oh yeah. He forgot about what he said about taking a step further. Shit, he was going to get himself into so much trouble.
"I do, don't I?" he laughed nervously. *God, help me!*
***
He had to lie to Victoria all the way through... He didn't know whether she really bought it or something else, but he thought it went well. Chris managed to set that date up with her again, but it was just Stephanie that was tagging along just to get better aquainted with Victoria.
"Ten bucks says you can't do a handstand and change the channel," Kurt said.
As for Kurt, Chris just thought everything went back to normal. Kurt understood what he felt, and well, he didn't think that he wanted to listen to anything associated with Stephanie either. And Chris thought he was in a mess.
"...You're purposely making it hard for me, aren't you? The couch is blocking the way," he said, struggling to maintain his handstand.
"Now you have to change the channel," Kurt watched in amusement. The blood was rushing to Chris' head, and he couldn't take it, so he fell on his back. He grumbled and handed Kurt the money.
"Damn you. You're cheating by making it an impossible bet."
"Its possible... You just don't have that skill," Kurt chuckled. "Anyway, you kind of look upset. I've got some liquor in the fridge."
Chris looked at Kurt disbelievingly. "Since when did you drink?"
"I don't. They're just there. If you look on top, you can find my supply and daily needs."
Chris stepped over to his rather small-sized refrigerator, and opened. The cold fumes came out the insides lit up. "Geez, do you want to be known king of your fridge? What's up with the effects?"
"I didn't do anything... It was just made that way I guess. And I like the fumes. It's cool, so shutup and don't criticise."
"...Chill out." Chris turned back to the fridge, and his jaw dropped. "Tofu man! You could feed a third world country and give breaks to millions of breastfeeding moms around the world! What is up with you?"
"I don't like going to the store. People keep looking at me."
Chris reached right inside for a cold Heineken bottle and placed it on top to close it. "That's because you bought all the stock."
"Its not my fault that I like drinking something that's good for me! Bone mass! Osteoporosis!" Kurt argued.
"Your bone mass stops growing after you hit thirty, dork. And you claim to have intellegence."
He blinked. "It does?... Oh. Well, who cares. I like it."
Chris found a bottle cap opener and popped off the cap of his beer.
"...I'm sorry to bring this up... But... I think your plan is working."
"My plan? Its yours now. I only helped you with the basics."
"...Can I ask you another thing? I've been wondering about it for a long, long time," Chris said, taking a swig.
"What's that?"
"...When I moved in, Stephanie told me not to touch her drawers. Do you have any idea what's in them? I'm almost dying to find out."
Kurt thought for awhile. "She keeps her diary in it... And a few other things that I don't want to mention," he replied uncomfortably, shifting uneasily on the chair. He couldn't make eye contact with Chris.
"You saw?"
"...Well, kind of! It wasn't my fault. But she just told me not to read anything in her diary... Had some pretty important stuff. You're not going to steal it are you?"
"Damn right I am. I'm going to have to think of how."
Chris sat silent and plopped back on Kurt's recliner. "I hate that shithead boyfriend of hers. Such a retard, and he sucks so much---"
"Whoa, let's not go there," Kurt interrupted.
"Stephanie's such a bitch. Bitch! I hate her for doing this to me. Bee aye tee cee aaych. Bitch. Argh," he exclaimed.
"Man, are you alright? You're going a little bit crazy."
"Sorry. Felt frustrated," Chris apologised. "I'm going to kill that friggin' bastard, son of a bitch," he whispered.
PG-13
A/N: There's lots I want to say. Firstly, happy belated to Christian. Secondly, congrats to Kurt who has finally become a dad in reality. And I can't believe Chyna and X-pac are gonna tie the knot. And also, I'm keeping that ass cream vid permanantly! :].
Chapter 11
Chris started pulling on his pants. Unfortunately, he had to take an afternoon nap and from the afternoon, it stretched to the evening. "I gotta go pick her up," he told himself, finding the rest of his clothes. Stephanie went out earlier in the day with HIM, and she told him to meet her at the place where he told her... Where was it? Nevermind. Victoria would know. *Casual,* he thought, then took off his pants. *Khakis,* he thought again. He threw it straight at the wall and messed up the whole room with clothes all over the place. For a man, he had an awful lot of clothes. In fact, he could estimate about three hundred pieces. But who cared? He didn't really wear all of them anyway. Once he found that white-collared shirt he wanted, he dialled the phone and left it on speaker mode. So much easier than trying to hold it by the side of his neck. *Tuck in or tuck out?* he thought, as the phone rang.
"Hello?" Victoria answered.
"I'll meet you in five Vic... I'll see you," he said, then put on the khakis he looked for in the jungle, a.k.a the closet.
"Sure," she said, then he heard a click. Once he was done, he ran out of his room like a madman and took the keys to the house on the counter she kept wiping the other day. He did an olympic jump over the couch that Kurt would've been proud of, then sped out the door. *I think I can make it.* He glanced at his wrist, but no watch, so he ran back in with that same jump to hunt for his watch.
"Finally," he huffed, locking the door. Then he realised his hair was all over the place. "Screw." He said, and went back in. When he came out, he was frustrated as hell. He had about two solid minutes to pick up Victoria, and he was still at his door. "No more screw ups this time," he told himself. He shoved his keys in his pocket and it really pissed him off that he couldn't find his wallet. "SHIT!" he exclaimed, and the lady passing by glared. This time he entered through the open window, which was relatively faster than unlocking the door, then got his wallet from under the bed. He escaped through the window again, and then ran like the wind to pick up his date. Stephanie would really mind if she that he trashed his own room right? No time for cleaning up this time anyway.
***
"Stephanie!" he greeted cheerfully. "...and Greg," he continued reluctantly when Stephanie gestured to her boyfriend. He wanted to hug her so much, but her boyfriend was present and his grilfriend was there too, so...
"This is Victoria," Chris introduced. Stephanie seemed to be eyeing her closely. Her boyfriend just welcomed the both of them warmly and offered them their seats. While Steph gave this look to Victoria, Chris and Greg were having their own stare down.
"Order please?"
Thankfully, the waiter managed to break this competition. He handed them the menus.
Chris mumbled something to the waiter, and then Greg just pointed out what he wanted. Stephanie took the same; Victoria matched with Chris. As soon as the waiter departed, Greg spoke. "So, how long has this been going on?"
Chris looked at Victoria for an answer. "Going for about three weeks. Quite smooth actually."
"That's great to hear," Greg said. "Stephy and I have been together for quite some time..."
*STEPHY?! That's entitled to close people, not horse-faces.* It nearly brought out a snigger from him.
Stephanie managed a bright smile. "Honestly, I'm glad I met him. I'm really glad, because he's been there all the time, and I've found something in him... That I don't think I've come across in other people before."Then Greg wrapped and arm around her shoulder.
Ugh! It could make Chris puke litres. And what Stephanie said... It was kind of heartbreaking. She didn't find that 'something' in him at all? But the way she looked at Greg... She really was happy, wasn't she? Wasn't that the point of his existence? To make sure she was happy?
Just then, he saw Greg's arm move from her shoulder to her hip, and it made him want to give him an immediate Walls in front of the whole restaurant. Or just throw a really big table onto him. Victoria pulled Chris a little closer to her. Oh, right. The plan. It was supposed to be working. She pecked him on the cheek, and then he looked at her. Another heart not worth to break. One fine day, he was really going to strangle a certain someone for suggesting stupid things. "Vicotoria... I like her very much. More than I thought," he said.
"I love her too," Greg said, smiling and leaning into Steph. He used that 'L' word! The 'L' word! Oh no. Luckily, everyone didn't notice much of a difference.
"I thought of taking a step further," Chris said, which earned a surprised stare from Victoria, a bit of an upset look from Stephanie and still a smiling face from Greg. He would smack that right off his face if Steph weren't here. He shocked himself even. He was getting himself into some deep crap. "A small one at that," he added. "After all, its no point rushing things." The atmosphere changed.
"Are you saying that we're rushing things?" Greg asked, his smile replaced by a frown. A hard frown at that.
"I didn't say anything like that."
"But you were directing that comment toward the both of us, weren't you?"
Chris frowned. This guy was a P-A-I-N I-N T-H-E A-S-S. He was always thinking that Chris was against him, one way or another. Sheesh.
"I WASN'T, okay?" He rolled his eyes. "Why do you always have something against me?! Am I that detestable to you?"
Victoria whispered to him that he should calm down, but Chris just waited for a reply.
"If you insist on knowing," Greg began, "yes, I do. In fact, I find it repulsive that Stephanie's best friend happens to be you!"
"Why I'm gonna---" Chris stood up and reached out, but Victoria pulled him back.
"Greg, sit down!" Stephanie said, trying to handle her own boyfriend. "Its not worth. Please."
Greg straightened his jacket and sat. "I want to leave," he whispered harshly into her ear. "Right now."
Stephanie couldn't take much of it. Not anymore. "Why the HELL are you so worked up for? Just because he made business drop for one day, it doesn't mean that you've got to cast my friend away! I swear that you've got no idea how much I try to mix with your friends. Is it so hard to just accept mine?! All you EVER do is end up with a brawl with Chris and you KNOW I want all of it to happen successfully. Some boyfriend you are." Steph took the towel from her lap and threw it down on the table top, then left the place.
"Look at what you've done," Greg angrily growled. He went after her.
After all that, the food didn't even make it yet. "I see why you don't like him very much," Victoria said. "I'm sorry. Let's go. I'm sure you have a lot to say to me."
Oh yeah. He forgot about what he said about taking a step further. Shit, he was going to get himself into so much trouble.
"I do, don't I?" he laughed nervously. *God, help me!*
***
He had to lie to Victoria all the way through... He didn't know whether she really bought it or something else, but he thought it went well. Chris managed to set that date up with her again, but it was just Stephanie that was tagging along just to get better aquainted with Victoria.
"Ten bucks says you can't do a handstand and change the channel," Kurt said.
As for Kurt, Chris just thought everything went back to normal. Kurt understood what he felt, and well, he didn't think that he wanted to listen to anything associated with Stephanie either. And Chris thought he was in a mess.
"...You're purposely making it hard for me, aren't you? The couch is blocking the way," he said, struggling to maintain his handstand.
"Now you have to change the channel," Kurt watched in amusement. The blood was rushing to Chris' head, and he couldn't take it, so he fell on his back. He grumbled and handed Kurt the money.
"Damn you. You're cheating by making it an impossible bet."
"Its possible... You just don't have that skill," Kurt chuckled. "Anyway, you kind of look upset. I've got some liquor in the fridge."
Chris looked at Kurt disbelievingly. "Since when did you drink?"
"I don't. They're just there. If you look on top, you can find my supply and daily needs."
Chris stepped over to his rather small-sized refrigerator, and opened. The cold fumes came out the insides lit up. "Geez, do you want to be known king of your fridge? What's up with the effects?"
"I didn't do anything... It was just made that way I guess. And I like the fumes. It's cool, so shutup and don't criticise."
"...Chill out." Chris turned back to the fridge, and his jaw dropped. "Tofu man! You could feed a third world country and give breaks to millions of breastfeeding moms around the world! What is up with you?"
"I don't like going to the store. People keep looking at me."
Chris reached right inside for a cold Heineken bottle and placed it on top to close it. "That's because you bought all the stock."
"Its not my fault that I like drinking something that's good for me! Bone mass! Osteoporosis!" Kurt argued.
"Your bone mass stops growing after you hit thirty, dork. And you claim to have intellegence."
He blinked. "It does?... Oh. Well, who cares. I like it."
Chris found a bottle cap opener and popped off the cap of his beer.
"...I'm sorry to bring this up... But... I think your plan is working."
"My plan? Its yours now. I only helped you with the basics."
"...Can I ask you another thing? I've been wondering about it for a long, long time," Chris said, taking a swig.
"What's that?"
"...When I moved in, Stephanie told me not to touch her drawers. Do you have any idea what's in them? I'm almost dying to find out."
Kurt thought for awhile. "She keeps her diary in it... And a few other things that I don't want to mention," he replied uncomfortably, shifting uneasily on the chair. He couldn't make eye contact with Chris.
"You saw?"
"...Well, kind of! It wasn't my fault. But she just told me not to read anything in her diary... Had some pretty important stuff. You're not going to steal it are you?"
"Damn right I am. I'm going to have to think of how."
Chris sat silent and plopped back on Kurt's recliner. "I hate that shithead boyfriend of hers. Such a retard, and he sucks so much---"
"Whoa, let's not go there," Kurt interrupted.
"Stephanie's such a bitch. Bitch! I hate her for doing this to me. Bee aye tee cee aaych. Bitch. Argh," he exclaimed.
"Man, are you alright? You're going a little bit crazy."
"Sorry. Felt frustrated," Chris apologised. "I'm going to kill that friggin' bastard, son of a bitch," he whispered.