Disclaimer: These things suck. You all should know I don't own Degrassi by now.
My brain? Full of ideas for this story.
My love of reviews? much.
MY rant: I don't write for reviewers. I write for me. I promise I will never say in any story (I've got couple one-shots in my head right now, one Degrassi, one OC) that I will update after a set number of reviews. That's not my style.
Chapter four: Dinner and Baby-sitting.
The week drug by for Iris. Teaching was harder work than she had expected, not to mention ignoring Craig. However, Archie Simpson invited her over for a family dinner, to meet his wife. She thought it might be fun.
She got to the Simpson house at 5:30, and met Archie's wife, who he called Spike "Spike?"
"Its really Christine. Spike was my nickname in high school. Snake and I went to the same one"
"Snake?" There was something amusing about that. Spike and Snake. IT worked, they worked.
Just then Emma Nelson walked into the room. "Hi Miss Masters."
"Hello Emma..I didn't know that Christine was your mother." She assumed it was the case because of the last name difference.
"Yep. Mom, I'm spending the night at Manny's...she's been upset since...you know, the thing" Christine nodded, and Iris wondered what the thing was...then it hit her. Manny, the girl who'd slept with Craig, that he'd mentioned the first night they met. She was young, younger than Craig. She'd been his first, Iris had been his second. How odd was that, she thought.
Emma left and the three "adults" sat down for a dinner, discussing the ways the universities had changed since Snake-as Iris couldn't help but call him-was there.
"What do you do for a living, Christine."
"I'm a hairdresser."
"Really, I'd love to do something new with my hair."
"I'd love to help you, maybe some time this week?": The conversation continued on like that for a half hour as they cleaned up until the phone rang.
Snake picked up. "Joey, hi..she's not here...you need a baby-sitter...wait a minute...Iris is here-my new student teacher. OK., I'll ask her," he put a hand over the phone "Iris, are you doing anything tonight?"
"no, why do you ask?"
"A friend of mine needs a baby-sitter for Angie-his daughter-she's five..."
"I can be over in five minutes. I love kids." She smiled at snake, who told Joey she'd be over, took the address, said good-bye to Snake, made plans to call Christine on Monday, and headed over.
"OK, Iris, My son's out with friends, he might be back later, if he is tell him what the pay is and I'll get it to you through Snake, OK? Otherwise I'll be home about two or three. This is Angie."
Iris smiled at the cute little girl. "Play Candyland?"
"She'll be asleep after two games" Joey said. "I'm going now, be good for Iris. After Angie's asleep you can crash, ok?"
"OK Daddy"
"Thanks Joey."
Iris settled into a Candyland battle with Angie, but after two games she was tired. It was almost nine anyway, so she took her to her room and settled her into bed. Iris curled on the couch and was half asleep, thinking and dreaming about Craig when a hand hit her shoulder.
"um, are you ...Iris?" Craig was confused. What was Iris doing here.
"What are you doing here Craig."
"I should be asking you that, i live here."
"Live...duh, Joey and Angela, I should have realized...I was over at Snake's house, having dinner and Joey called wanting Emma to baby-sit. She was already gone, and we were just chatting, so I volunteered. It never crossed my mind that you were his son..stepson. I'm supposed to tell you how much I charge, but tell Joey it was free."
Craig sat down next to Iris "YOu don't have to go yet, you know."
"I should, you know that."
"Iris, don't avoid me." He knew that she was. He knew she had the right idea, but he wanted to spend time with her.
"Why are you home so early, its not even 11,"
"Marco...can you keep a secret." She gave him a look. "Stupid question. Anyway, I guess you've figured out we used fake IDs to get into that club."
"Of course, you're only 16."
"I know how old I am, damnit. Let me continue." He didn't want to think about being only sixteen when he was with Iris. "Marco's been using his most weekends to go to various clubs...he's gay, and this way he gets to hang out with people who are also gay."
"And you don't like clubbing." A statement, not a question.
"Well, I didn't go with him at first because..."
"You wanted to avoid me?"
"NO, I wanted to see you. I didn't want to get into the habit of going out and seeing you when I was lying." He looked her straight in the eye "I'm not lying anymore."
"I know you aren't. And I'm glad."
"you just wish I was the person I was when I was lying,"
"no, you're the man you were the night I met you. You are a man, that's the problem. You should be a boy."
"I'm not, you just said I'm not." Craig was still staring at iris. It unnerved her, the effect he had on her.
"No, you aren't. That's the problem. Solution...Something. Its something."
She kissed him then.
"Iris..." He kissed her back.
"Craig" She knew this was a bad idea.
But they kept kissing. And Kissing. Before either of them knew it, he was half on top of her, there on Joey's couch. "Baby...we have to stop."
"Craig, did you just call me baby?" Iris had never been called baby before. She liked it.
"yeah, is that OK?"
"I kinda liked it. You're right though, we should stop. Joey could be home any minute..."
"Will we do this again?"
This was due or die time, Iris knew. Heart Vs head time, she'd worked with her head for years, maybe now she'd go with her heart "Yes, we will. but if anyone finds out."
"The only person I'd tell would be Marco, and he'll keep a secret."
"I don't even know if you should tell him...but I can't stop you. I have to trust you, use your best judgment."
"I have good judgment, I like you don't I?" He kissed her again, and they slid back on the couch for a few long moments. "Iris, when?"
"Talk to Marco...either tomorrow or Friday...that way he can go to his clubs. I don't think he should go alone either, so if you go to general club he can hang out with my friends-he liked them."
"Thank you for that"
"You care about him, Craig. And I think he's a nice guy, just a little confused right now."
They kissed again. "I'm going to go, OK? Tell Joey that he doesn't have to pay me," one more kiss and he was gone. He'd have to call Marco in the morning.
My brain? Full of ideas for this story.
My love of reviews? much.
MY rant: I don't write for reviewers. I write for me. I promise I will never say in any story (I've got couple one-shots in my head right now, one Degrassi, one OC) that I will update after a set number of reviews. That's not my style.
Chapter four: Dinner and Baby-sitting.
The week drug by for Iris. Teaching was harder work than she had expected, not to mention ignoring Craig. However, Archie Simpson invited her over for a family dinner, to meet his wife. She thought it might be fun.
She got to the Simpson house at 5:30, and met Archie's wife, who he called Spike "Spike?"
"Its really Christine. Spike was my nickname in high school. Snake and I went to the same one"
"Snake?" There was something amusing about that. Spike and Snake. IT worked, they worked.
Just then Emma Nelson walked into the room. "Hi Miss Masters."
"Hello Emma..I didn't know that Christine was your mother." She assumed it was the case because of the last name difference.
"Yep. Mom, I'm spending the night at Manny's...she's been upset since...you know, the thing" Christine nodded, and Iris wondered what the thing was...then it hit her. Manny, the girl who'd slept with Craig, that he'd mentioned the first night they met. She was young, younger than Craig. She'd been his first, Iris had been his second. How odd was that, she thought.
Emma left and the three "adults" sat down for a dinner, discussing the ways the universities had changed since Snake-as Iris couldn't help but call him-was there.
"What do you do for a living, Christine."
"I'm a hairdresser."
"Really, I'd love to do something new with my hair."
"I'd love to help you, maybe some time this week?": The conversation continued on like that for a half hour as they cleaned up until the phone rang.
Snake picked up. "Joey, hi..she's not here...you need a baby-sitter...wait a minute...Iris is here-my new student teacher. OK., I'll ask her," he put a hand over the phone "Iris, are you doing anything tonight?"
"no, why do you ask?"
"A friend of mine needs a baby-sitter for Angie-his daughter-she's five..."
"I can be over in five minutes. I love kids." She smiled at snake, who told Joey she'd be over, took the address, said good-bye to Snake, made plans to call Christine on Monday, and headed over.
"OK, Iris, My son's out with friends, he might be back later, if he is tell him what the pay is and I'll get it to you through Snake, OK? Otherwise I'll be home about two or three. This is Angie."
Iris smiled at the cute little girl. "Play Candyland?"
"She'll be asleep after two games" Joey said. "I'm going now, be good for Iris. After Angie's asleep you can crash, ok?"
"OK Daddy"
"Thanks Joey."
Iris settled into a Candyland battle with Angie, but after two games she was tired. It was almost nine anyway, so she took her to her room and settled her into bed. Iris curled on the couch and was half asleep, thinking and dreaming about Craig when a hand hit her shoulder.
"um, are you ...Iris?" Craig was confused. What was Iris doing here.
"What are you doing here Craig."
"I should be asking you that, i live here."
"Live...duh, Joey and Angela, I should have realized...I was over at Snake's house, having dinner and Joey called wanting Emma to baby-sit. She was already gone, and we were just chatting, so I volunteered. It never crossed my mind that you were his son..stepson. I'm supposed to tell you how much I charge, but tell Joey it was free."
Craig sat down next to Iris "YOu don't have to go yet, you know."
"I should, you know that."
"Iris, don't avoid me." He knew that she was. He knew she had the right idea, but he wanted to spend time with her.
"Why are you home so early, its not even 11,"
"Marco...can you keep a secret." She gave him a look. "Stupid question. Anyway, I guess you've figured out we used fake IDs to get into that club."
"Of course, you're only 16."
"I know how old I am, damnit. Let me continue." He didn't want to think about being only sixteen when he was with Iris. "Marco's been using his most weekends to go to various clubs...he's gay, and this way he gets to hang out with people who are also gay."
"And you don't like clubbing." A statement, not a question.
"Well, I didn't go with him at first because..."
"You wanted to avoid me?"
"NO, I wanted to see you. I didn't want to get into the habit of going out and seeing you when I was lying." He looked her straight in the eye "I'm not lying anymore."
"I know you aren't. And I'm glad."
"you just wish I was the person I was when I was lying,"
"no, you're the man you were the night I met you. You are a man, that's the problem. You should be a boy."
"I'm not, you just said I'm not." Craig was still staring at iris. It unnerved her, the effect he had on her.
"No, you aren't. That's the problem. Solution...Something. Its something."
She kissed him then.
"Iris..." He kissed her back.
"Craig" She knew this was a bad idea.
But they kept kissing. And Kissing. Before either of them knew it, he was half on top of her, there on Joey's couch. "Baby...we have to stop."
"Craig, did you just call me baby?" Iris had never been called baby before. She liked it.
"yeah, is that OK?"
"I kinda liked it. You're right though, we should stop. Joey could be home any minute..."
"Will we do this again?"
This was due or die time, Iris knew. Heart Vs head time, she'd worked with her head for years, maybe now she'd go with her heart "Yes, we will. but if anyone finds out."
"The only person I'd tell would be Marco, and he'll keep a secret."
"I don't even know if you should tell him...but I can't stop you. I have to trust you, use your best judgment."
"I have good judgment, I like you don't I?" He kissed her again, and they slid back on the couch for a few long moments. "Iris, when?"
"Talk to Marco...either tomorrow or Friday...that way he can go to his clubs. I don't think he should go alone either, so if you go to general club he can hang out with my friends-he liked them."
"Thank you for that"
"You care about him, Craig. And I think he's a nice guy, just a little confused right now."
They kissed again. "I'm going to go, OK? Tell Joey that he doesn't have to pay me," one more kiss and he was gone. He'd have to call Marco in the morning.