Authors Notes, Disclaimer, and Random Stuff:
This is the second draft of this chapter, for both of you who read the first version :-)
I do not own Degrassi or anything related to it. This story is rated PG-13 for adult situations. Iris Masters and other characters not in Degrassi? All mine.
I've been on break from classes and reading a lot of fanfic, and this story just sort of evolved over the course of one day. Reviews? Are lovely things. Flame me? Hey, at least you read it, that's something. Characters may do things out of character, as it benefits my story. I'm going to try and stay as true to Degrassi as I can, though, but it will be difficult because at school I don't get the N so my episode viewing has been limited.
Chapter one: just one night out
Craig Manning was bored. He'd been honest two days earlier, and it had cost him almost everything. His girlfriend, his love, had walked out the door.
That wasn't to say he didn't understand her reasoning, or hold the blame. He'd screwed around on Ashley with Manny. Manny, who was now calling every day. Manny, who he didn't want to talk to. He was bored and depressed, which is probably why he agreed to what Marco was telling him.
"So, my dad got this great computer system, and I was messing around. Then... I figured out a way to make fake IDs. Me, you and Sean are going out tonight!"
"Marco...I'm not in the mood."
"I don't want to hear about how you're not in the mood. My parents are out of town, so we can stay out as long as we want. I want to go out. I want to meet a guy. We're going out, and that's final!"
Craig understood what Marco was doing, so he agreed to go along. After all, he thought, what could one night out hurt? He wouldn't do anything stupid, he wasn't that type of person. And teenagers all over the world used fake IDs.
So he headed over to Marco's house, to get the IDs made up. Then Marco tried to dress the other two. He failed, miserably, but the guys did manage to dress up a little, try to look older.
The three teenagers went to a club that was popular with local university students. Sean looked at Marco as they neared the front of the line "If we get caught, its your fault. my Social worker will kill me if she finds out."
"Chill out, we look old enough," and they did. The bouncer let them into the club without a problem.
The club was wild, and amazing. Marco sat them near a group of students, and began talking to one of the girls. Then she pulled him onto the dance floor. Another girl asked Sean to dance.
Craig just sat there watching the other two dance for a long while, nursing a soda. He smiled as one of the guys from the group asked Marco to dance. Sean was dancing with a few different girls.
Just then someone came to sit by Craig. He didn't bother looking up to see who it was, he didn't care.
"Are you OK? You look horrible" the voice was female, and Craig looked up for a half second to see that the woman was fairly attractive, and young-in her early 20s, with long dark hair tied up in a ponytail, a skirt and sweater combo that was attractive, yet not slutty. He wondered why she was sitting with him instead of dancing or hanging out with her friends.
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"You look like someone peed in your drink and then forced you to drink it, that's why." He smiled slightly at that mental image. "Let me guess, woman trouble? And your friends drug you out to make you feel better."
"How'd you guess?"
"I'm a genius." She held out her hand. "I'm Iris."
"Craig" He smiled at her, she was quite attractive.
"I hate bars, don't you?"
"Yeah, the music isn't bad though."
"I'm not into this sort of music." Iris smiled again. Craig found himself liking her smile.
"What kind of music do you like?"
"Nothing after about 1992. I'm a regular here on 80s night, actually. I grew up with oldies and it sort of sunk in. Well, that and Jazz. I played a little sax for about five years, but I was so horrible I had to quit."
"I play guitar. Not badly, I might add."
"Oh, really? How'd you get started?"
They managed into a long conversation about music as Marco and Spinner danced. Iris noticed him watching his friends. "Why aren't you dancing?"
"I didn't feel like it before, and now I'm talking to you."
"I'll dance with you." She stood up. "Come on, Craig, I'm braving this music for you!"
Craig stood up, and followed Iris, and her smile onto the dance floor. They danced for a couple songs, then he danced with another girl for a bit. But he came back to Iris. There was just something about her he liked, connected with. They decided to sit back down, and then Marco joined them, along with a few of Iris' friends, and later Sean. IT was about one in the morning when someone mentioned moving the party over to a house. Craig wasn't sure about it, and he realized it showed-at least to one person.
"Craig, it'll be OK. I live at the house we're going to, we can hang out in my room and listen to real music instead of being with these morons."
Craig went along, partly because of Iris's smile at him. It promised fun, and trust. He knew that she just wanted to talk and listen to music, but he wasn't sure if that was all he wanted. He could like her, he really could. Of course, the rational side of him told him it was a bad idea-after all, he was barely 16, she thought he was older. Why wouldn't she? He was in a club after all. He went anyway, because he wanted to spend just a little more time with Iris before he had to go back to being himself again.
When they went back to the house, Marco disappeared with a group of guys and girls, and Sean was playing poker with some guys. Iris got them both beers and headed into her room, where she put The Beatles on the CD player and they started talking about movies and TV-ordinary stuff.
Craig was having trouble drinking the beer. He didn't get the appeal of the stuff, and thought it tasted horrible, but was too polite to say anything.
"You aren't much of a drinker, are you?"
"Nope, I'm sorry Iris."
"Don't be. Want a soda?" She got up and got him one. They went back to talking about everything. Before he knew it it was almost 4:30 in the morning, and he found himself telling her about Ashley and Manny-being careful not to mention anything that would make her realize he was only in grade 10. He didn't ask her how old she was, not wanting to know.
They were curled up together on her bed, at 5 in the morning, when he did something he knew he'd both remember and regret for the rest of his life-he kissed her. It was everything a kiss should be, and she kissed back. They kissed for what seemed hours on her bed before he made a move. And another. And another. She responded to each, and before he knew it he was naked and they were making love.
Craig woke up the next morning at 10 a.m. and went to find his friends, before going home to sleep again. He left Iris a short note.
Iris-
I'm sorry things can't work out with us. I can't tell you why, but I'll never forget you and I wish things were different.
Craig.
The rest of break Iris was constantly on his mind. He wanted to go back to the club to see her, but knew it was a bad idea. By the end of break he knew he'd never see her again, and decided to move forward in his life, without any women in it for the time being.
This is the second draft of this chapter, for both of you who read the first version :-)
I do not own Degrassi or anything related to it. This story is rated PG-13 for adult situations. Iris Masters and other characters not in Degrassi? All mine.
I've been on break from classes and reading a lot of fanfic, and this story just sort of evolved over the course of one day. Reviews? Are lovely things. Flame me? Hey, at least you read it, that's something. Characters may do things out of character, as it benefits my story. I'm going to try and stay as true to Degrassi as I can, though, but it will be difficult because at school I don't get the N so my episode viewing has been limited.
Chapter one: just one night out
Craig Manning was bored. He'd been honest two days earlier, and it had cost him almost everything. His girlfriend, his love, had walked out the door.
That wasn't to say he didn't understand her reasoning, or hold the blame. He'd screwed around on Ashley with Manny. Manny, who was now calling every day. Manny, who he didn't want to talk to. He was bored and depressed, which is probably why he agreed to what Marco was telling him.
"So, my dad got this great computer system, and I was messing around. Then... I figured out a way to make fake IDs. Me, you and Sean are going out tonight!"
"Marco...I'm not in the mood."
"I don't want to hear about how you're not in the mood. My parents are out of town, so we can stay out as long as we want. I want to go out. I want to meet a guy. We're going out, and that's final!"
Craig understood what Marco was doing, so he agreed to go along. After all, he thought, what could one night out hurt? He wouldn't do anything stupid, he wasn't that type of person. And teenagers all over the world used fake IDs.
So he headed over to Marco's house, to get the IDs made up. Then Marco tried to dress the other two. He failed, miserably, but the guys did manage to dress up a little, try to look older.
The three teenagers went to a club that was popular with local university students. Sean looked at Marco as they neared the front of the line "If we get caught, its your fault. my Social worker will kill me if she finds out."
"Chill out, we look old enough," and they did. The bouncer let them into the club without a problem.
The club was wild, and amazing. Marco sat them near a group of students, and began talking to one of the girls. Then she pulled him onto the dance floor. Another girl asked Sean to dance.
Craig just sat there watching the other two dance for a long while, nursing a soda. He smiled as one of the guys from the group asked Marco to dance. Sean was dancing with a few different girls.
Just then someone came to sit by Craig. He didn't bother looking up to see who it was, he didn't care.
"Are you OK? You look horrible" the voice was female, and Craig looked up for a half second to see that the woman was fairly attractive, and young-in her early 20s, with long dark hair tied up in a ponytail, a skirt and sweater combo that was attractive, yet not slutty. He wondered why she was sitting with him instead of dancing or hanging out with her friends.
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"You look like someone peed in your drink and then forced you to drink it, that's why." He smiled slightly at that mental image. "Let me guess, woman trouble? And your friends drug you out to make you feel better."
"How'd you guess?"
"I'm a genius." She held out her hand. "I'm Iris."
"Craig" He smiled at her, she was quite attractive.
"I hate bars, don't you?"
"Yeah, the music isn't bad though."
"I'm not into this sort of music." Iris smiled again. Craig found himself liking her smile.
"What kind of music do you like?"
"Nothing after about 1992. I'm a regular here on 80s night, actually. I grew up with oldies and it sort of sunk in. Well, that and Jazz. I played a little sax for about five years, but I was so horrible I had to quit."
"I play guitar. Not badly, I might add."
"Oh, really? How'd you get started?"
They managed into a long conversation about music as Marco and Spinner danced. Iris noticed him watching his friends. "Why aren't you dancing?"
"I didn't feel like it before, and now I'm talking to you."
"I'll dance with you." She stood up. "Come on, Craig, I'm braving this music for you!"
Craig stood up, and followed Iris, and her smile onto the dance floor. They danced for a couple songs, then he danced with another girl for a bit. But he came back to Iris. There was just something about her he liked, connected with. They decided to sit back down, and then Marco joined them, along with a few of Iris' friends, and later Sean. IT was about one in the morning when someone mentioned moving the party over to a house. Craig wasn't sure about it, and he realized it showed-at least to one person.
"Craig, it'll be OK. I live at the house we're going to, we can hang out in my room and listen to real music instead of being with these morons."
Craig went along, partly because of Iris's smile at him. It promised fun, and trust. He knew that she just wanted to talk and listen to music, but he wasn't sure if that was all he wanted. He could like her, he really could. Of course, the rational side of him told him it was a bad idea-after all, he was barely 16, she thought he was older. Why wouldn't she? He was in a club after all. He went anyway, because he wanted to spend just a little more time with Iris before he had to go back to being himself again.
When they went back to the house, Marco disappeared with a group of guys and girls, and Sean was playing poker with some guys. Iris got them both beers and headed into her room, where she put The Beatles on the CD player and they started talking about movies and TV-ordinary stuff.
Craig was having trouble drinking the beer. He didn't get the appeal of the stuff, and thought it tasted horrible, but was too polite to say anything.
"You aren't much of a drinker, are you?"
"Nope, I'm sorry Iris."
"Don't be. Want a soda?" She got up and got him one. They went back to talking about everything. Before he knew it it was almost 4:30 in the morning, and he found himself telling her about Ashley and Manny-being careful not to mention anything that would make her realize he was only in grade 10. He didn't ask her how old she was, not wanting to know.
They were curled up together on her bed, at 5 in the morning, when he did something he knew he'd both remember and regret for the rest of his life-he kissed her. It was everything a kiss should be, and she kissed back. They kissed for what seemed hours on her bed before he made a move. And another. And another. She responded to each, and before he knew it he was naked and they were making love.
Craig woke up the next morning at 10 a.m. and went to find his friends, before going home to sleep again. He left Iris a short note.
Iris-
I'm sorry things can't work out with us. I can't tell you why, but I'll never forget you and I wish things were different.
Craig.
The rest of break Iris was constantly on his mind. He wanted to go back to the club to see her, but knew it was a bad idea. By the end of break he knew he'd never see her again, and decided to move forward in his life, without any women in it for the time being.