Disclaimer: Chapter 1 holds the secret. (I no, I'm lazy and don't change
this part).
A/N: Okay kiddies, in case you haven't figured it out, what I do when starting to type a new chapter is take the previous one, change the chapter number and name, and delete everything but the author's notes and disclaimer. Just telling you so you don't think I'm a complete idiot when you see how much I repeat myself in these two sections. Thank you all again for your replies!! E-mail with ideas and any other comments at jupitergurl02@hotmail.com are STILL appreciated! (I haven't had anyone respond to this yet. sobs)
So, how did you guys like Lisa's chapter? I thought it was muchos awesome. And, of course, nothing ends well when it comes to us. Poor Remy! He's so depressed! What do I do? *sigh* Oh well! Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter as well (although I think Lisa is a much better writer than me)!
Chapter 17, Dinner and an Oops
"I can't believe Logan grounded me," complained Kurt to Evan as they walked down to the X-Jet.
"Yeah, that's harsh, man. What'd you do?" asked Evan.
"And I have a date vith Lisa tomorrow, too!" he whined.
"You're not gonna tell me are you?" asked Evan, sighing. "Have you told her yet?"
"Of course not! I can't tell her! It's our first date! She'd never understand!" Kurt sighed. "But vhat else can I do?"
"How about talking to Angela, they're like best friends, right?" said Evan, smiling. "Yeah, talk to her, see what she thinks, Fuzzy!" Spyke was obviously happy that he came up with such a good idea. Kurt nodded, thinking about it a moment.
"Yes, but you haffen't been around Angela for as long as I haff. I don't know zat I'd trust any of her suggestions..."
"Oh, don't be silly! Besides, you've got to do something, right?" Kurt smiled.
"Ja! You're right! I'll see vhat Angela has to say." With that, he ran back upstairs to use the phone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sheesh, don't worry so much, Speedy!" Lance yelled. He had just got back from going to the movies where he ran into Kurt and Scott. They had gotten into it and Lance was still pissed. At least he'd gotten the fuzz- ball a grounding anyway.
"But she's been in there all day!" whine Pietro, looking longingly at Angela's closed door. Fay walked into his view from her room.
"What's the big deal? Maybe she just wants to be alone," said Fay absently. Then she grinned, relishing the opportunity to mess with the pale mutant. "Or maybe, she wants to brake up with you." Pietro's eyes went wide.
"Whatdoyoumean!?" he demanded, immediately in front of her.
"Isn't it obvious? I mean, she hasn't spoken to you all day. The girl never misses a meal and she hasn't had breakfast or lunch. Maybe she's still sore at you about that thing in the cottage when you were sleeping. I know I would be. I mean, imagine someone mistaking your kisses for those of a dogs. It's obvious, she hates you."
"What are you talking about!? No way! She's not gonna break up with me! That's just stupid! You're just trying to mess with me again, aren't you!?" he said triumphantly, having won the war of words.
"I don't know, man, I kinda think she might be right. I mean, look at her. She's depressed about somethin' and it sure ain't the weather," said Lance. Fay smiled wickedly at him. She didn't even have to ask him and he was helping her out.
"Oh... Oh, shut up! You guys are horrible! Where's the Frogger? He'll help me out!"
"He and the Blob went shopping. We're out of food, if you haven't noticed. I'm going to the mall with Kitty. See ya." Fay smiled, waving as Lance left.
"Well, I certainly don't want to be here when she dumps you. So, toodles!" she said, still smiling sweetly. "Fluffy, come!" she demanded. The demon came and they left together. Pietro sat at the table, stunned. He whined, looking up at Angela's closed bedroom door. Finally, she came out. She was staring strait ahead, eyes wide. She walked down the stares, her expression one of awe.
"Uh, hun?" Pietro asked cautiously. She turned her head and looked at him, looked through him, then went to the frige. She got a drink and went back to her room. Pietro panicked. He looked around for something, anything, to help him. "The phone!" he exclaimed, lanching toward it and tackling the defenseless device. He quickly (even for Pietro) dialed the number to the mansion.
"What do you want?"
Great. It was Logan. "I'd like to speak to Lisa, please," said Pietro uneasily.
"Here, fish, it's fer you," said Logan gruffly. Lisa blinked at the phone and brought it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Lisa? You gotta help me! It's Angela! She'sdepressed! Idon'tknowwhattodo! Shehasn'tcomedownalldayandFaysaidshe'sgonnabreakupwithmebutIdon'tthinkthatco uldhappen,doyouthinkthatcouldhappend?" Lisa held her head.
"Ow... Okay, once again and normal speed!" she demanded. Pietro whined again. He was getting pretty annoying. "Now what happened?"
"Fay! No, Angela! She, and then, and they!"
"You're not making any sense!" Lisa yelled. Pietro eeped, taking a deep breath. He let it out slowly, then tried again.
"Okay, Angela's been in her room alone with the door shut since last night. She doesn't come out or do anything! Well, she came out before you called, but she just got something to drink. Hmm, drink, I wonder if we have and Code Red left. And she looked like a zombie! Oh know! The zombies have stollen her brain, Lisa, what do I do!?"
"Yeah, yeah, Kitty, I just need to use ze- oh hey Lisa!" came Kurt's voice from Lisa's end.
"Hey Kurt! Hey Speedy? I gotta go. Kurt's here. Uh, good luck with that zombie thing. Ja!" Lisa hung up the phone. "So, what's up Kurt?" asked Lisa.
"Zombies?" asked Kurt. Lisa smiled.
"Yeah, it was Pietro. Something about the zombies eating Angela's brain or something."
"Like, if that were the case, I think they'd starve!" said Kitty.
"Hey! That wasn't nice!" said Lisa, defending her friend. She smiled. "But it was funny."
"Ja, so, uh, I'll see you around then, Lisa!" said Kurt, bamfing away. Lisa blinked.
"What was that about? Today's shaping up to be a weird day."
"Well, like, see ya Lisa. I gotta date with Lance," said Kitty, walking out of the mansion. Lisa shrugged and went upstairs to find Kurt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Uh, hey, Angela? Hun? You okay in there?" Pietro asked, tapping on the door with one finger. He had a 'wooden stake' at the ready and he was shaking all over. He held a bottle of garlic salt (they didn't have any fresh cloves handy) in the other hand.
"Go away!" she yelled angrily. Pietro opened the door anyway, assuming she was descent, and blinked. She was sitting ont he bed with her knees drawn up to her chin. Her eyes were red and puffy and there was abook on the bed, turned over, that looked like it had been through hell.
"What happened? I thought you'd been attacked by zombies who had sucked your brains out," he said in confusion.
"They killed him!" she yelled, as if it were his fault.
"Who?"
"The king! The main character! They can't do that!" she yelled back at him. He sweatdropped.
"You mean it's been about a book this whole time...?" he asked. She glared, nodding and wiping her eyes again. Pietro dropped the wooden stake (which was really a pencil) and garlic salt, then promptly fainted.
"Oh, by the way, you do know that a wooden stake and garlic is for vampires, right?" she asked angrily. "Pietro?" no response. "Hey, Pietro? Daijobu ka?" [1] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was later that night and Pietro, after he recovered, had gotten Angela out of her slump by telling her that the book still had two more left in the series. She reluctantly agreed that he was right. The phone rang and Fay answered it.
"Angela, it's for you," she said. Angela jumped over to the phone. "It's Kurt, I think," she said, handing the phone to Angela. Angela took it, blinking.
"Moshi moshi?" [2] she asked, confused.
"Uh, hey, Angela? It'z Kurt. How are you? How did ze zombie sing go?" he asked quickly. He sounded very nervous. "Ah, anyvay, I need your advice. I know zat you and Lisa are gut friends."
"Yeah...?" said Angela, still thoroughly confused.
"Well, she and I haff our first date tonight."
"Yeah...?"
"Gah! Okay, I'm grounded and I need to know if Lisa will get mad if I can't go on ze date and vhat to do," he said quickly.
"Oh! That's easy!" said Angela happily. "Your watch is fixed, right?"
"Yeah...?" Now it was Kurt's turn to be confused.
"Good! Just get someone to be you for you!" she said happily, hanging up without waiting for a response from Kurt.
"So what was all that about?" asked Fay, watching her from the kitchen table.
"Oh, nothing. I just fixed their relationship!" said Angela, overdramatizing.
"Somehow I doubt they'd go to you with relationship problems..." said Lance.
"Okay, fine, so I just gave Kurt some advice about their date tonight," she said, smiling knowingly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Come on, Bobby! I'll do your chores for a veek, just please do zis for me!" Kurt begged, holding the watch out to Bobby.
"No way, man. That'd be too weird. We're cousins y'know?" he said. Kurt sighed. There was one more person he could go to and he didn't think doing chores for a week would be a good enough bribe.
"H-hey Evan?" he asked sheepishly, opening the door to his friend's room.
"Hey Fuzzy, sup?" asked Evan.
"H-hey, uh, Evan, ve're gut friends, right?" asked Kurt.
"Yeah, guess so," said Evan. He stopped, sitting up on his bed. "Hey man, you're not goin' all weird on me or anything, are you?" he asked, watching his blue friend cautiously.
"Vhat? No! Gah! I need a favor! I need you to be me for my date tonight vith Lisa," said Kurt, sighing. Evan started to protest, then smiled, standing up.
"Of course I'll do it, Kurt," he said, putting an arm around his friends shoulder. Kurt looked at him, surprised.
"You vill...?" he asked skeptically.
"Of course I will, buddy! What are friends for?" said Evan. Kurt really didn't like that smile. "Sure I'll do it. But remember, you owe me big time. Now go," he said, he smiled and cleared his throat. "I need time to get my accent just right. Vhere are ve goink to go for dinner, hmm?" he asked, putting the watch on and pressing a button. Kurt sighed and gave him all the information, then bamfed off to detention with Logan. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Wow, Kurt! This is a really cool place!" Lisa said as Evan led her into the diner. "I've always wanted to come here," she said. It was just a small diner, but she had heard the food was good and the desserts were to die for.
"Awe, zis old place? No prob," said Evan, smiling. Lisa stopped, looking at him strangely.
"Hey Kurt, are you okay?" she asked. The image inducer looked at her stupidly. You just sound different or something," she said.
"Oh, ah, I haff a bit of a cold," he said, clearing his throat. Lisa seemed to accept his excuse and they were seated. They ordered their food and were eating when Lisa smiled up at him.
"So, did you have fun at the cottage? I told you that no one would see us," she said, smiling. He nodded, starting to reach for her hand under the table, then stopped. He wasn't fuzzy like Kurt. He quickly dropped his fork and Lisa blinked. "What's the matter?" she asked. He had been holding his fork like he normally did, but now he would have to make a concious effort to hold it by keeping his first and second two fingers together. That would take some work.
"Oh, ah, nosing, I'll be right back!" he said, standing quickly and running to the bathroom. He washed his hands and splashed water on his face, dried it, and looked in the mirror. Seeing onesself as someone else, especially as ones good friend, was a bit... disturbing to say the least. He sighed and dried his hands and face, going back to the table.
"So, what should we get for dessert?" Lisa asked. the waitress had taken away their meals and set the dessert tray in front of them.
"How about a strawberry sundae?" Evan suggested. Lisa blinked.
"But Kurt, I thought you hated strawberry," said Lisa. [3]
"Uh, just joking?"
"You're fizzling," commented Lisa.
"Oh no!" he said, forgetting the accent. He clapped his hand over his mouth. He must have gotten water in the watch when he washed his hands. Kurt had warned him about that. Lisa was standing up, ready to say just forget dessert when the image inducer totally failed.
"Evan!?" Lisa shouted.
"Uh, hey, Lisa?" said Evan, backing away warily. He didn't like the evil glare on Lisa's face. Everyone in the place was staring at them now and they had started to whisper.
"Why, it didn't even look like she knew who she was on a date with!" said one girl to her friend.
"How embarassing," he friend agreed.
"I'm gonna kill you," said Lisa calmly. "I just thought you should know. You're going to die. What have you done with Kurt?" she demanded.
"Well, you see, the thing is," Evan began. He then ran outside, taking someone's skateboard and heading back toward the mansion.
[1] Are you okay? [2] How you answer the phone in Japan. [3] No, this is not a real thing. I just wanted Evan to pick something Kurt hated so I picked strawberrys. *shrugs* so shoot me.
A/N: Hi again! It was so nice of Lisa to do that chapter for me! I needed a breather. Oh, yeah, and start another fanfic... Well, hopefully this chapter wasn't so sucky. I had had the idea about the date from Lisa for a while, but now it's actually here! Yay! Thanks for reading and please review! I haven't had any reviews in forever! *sob* and I still don't know what to do for plot!!
A/N: Okay kiddies, in case you haven't figured it out, what I do when starting to type a new chapter is take the previous one, change the chapter number and name, and delete everything but the author's notes and disclaimer. Just telling you so you don't think I'm a complete idiot when you see how much I repeat myself in these two sections. Thank you all again for your replies!! E-mail with ideas and any other comments at jupitergurl02@hotmail.com are STILL appreciated! (I haven't had anyone respond to this yet. sobs)
So, how did you guys like Lisa's chapter? I thought it was muchos awesome. And, of course, nothing ends well when it comes to us. Poor Remy! He's so depressed! What do I do? *sigh* Oh well! Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter as well (although I think Lisa is a much better writer than me)!
Chapter 17, Dinner and an Oops
"I can't believe Logan grounded me," complained Kurt to Evan as they walked down to the X-Jet.
"Yeah, that's harsh, man. What'd you do?" asked Evan.
"And I have a date vith Lisa tomorrow, too!" he whined.
"You're not gonna tell me are you?" asked Evan, sighing. "Have you told her yet?"
"Of course not! I can't tell her! It's our first date! She'd never understand!" Kurt sighed. "But vhat else can I do?"
"How about talking to Angela, they're like best friends, right?" said Evan, smiling. "Yeah, talk to her, see what she thinks, Fuzzy!" Spyke was obviously happy that he came up with such a good idea. Kurt nodded, thinking about it a moment.
"Yes, but you haffen't been around Angela for as long as I haff. I don't know zat I'd trust any of her suggestions..."
"Oh, don't be silly! Besides, you've got to do something, right?" Kurt smiled.
"Ja! You're right! I'll see vhat Angela has to say." With that, he ran back upstairs to use the phone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sheesh, don't worry so much, Speedy!" Lance yelled. He had just got back from going to the movies where he ran into Kurt and Scott. They had gotten into it and Lance was still pissed. At least he'd gotten the fuzz- ball a grounding anyway.
"But she's been in there all day!" whine Pietro, looking longingly at Angela's closed door. Fay walked into his view from her room.
"What's the big deal? Maybe she just wants to be alone," said Fay absently. Then she grinned, relishing the opportunity to mess with the pale mutant. "Or maybe, she wants to brake up with you." Pietro's eyes went wide.
"Whatdoyoumean!?" he demanded, immediately in front of her.
"Isn't it obvious? I mean, she hasn't spoken to you all day. The girl never misses a meal and she hasn't had breakfast or lunch. Maybe she's still sore at you about that thing in the cottage when you were sleeping. I know I would be. I mean, imagine someone mistaking your kisses for those of a dogs. It's obvious, she hates you."
"What are you talking about!? No way! She's not gonna break up with me! That's just stupid! You're just trying to mess with me again, aren't you!?" he said triumphantly, having won the war of words.
"I don't know, man, I kinda think she might be right. I mean, look at her. She's depressed about somethin' and it sure ain't the weather," said Lance. Fay smiled wickedly at him. She didn't even have to ask him and he was helping her out.
"Oh... Oh, shut up! You guys are horrible! Where's the Frogger? He'll help me out!"
"He and the Blob went shopping. We're out of food, if you haven't noticed. I'm going to the mall with Kitty. See ya." Fay smiled, waving as Lance left.
"Well, I certainly don't want to be here when she dumps you. So, toodles!" she said, still smiling sweetly. "Fluffy, come!" she demanded. The demon came and they left together. Pietro sat at the table, stunned. He whined, looking up at Angela's closed bedroom door. Finally, she came out. She was staring strait ahead, eyes wide. She walked down the stares, her expression one of awe.
"Uh, hun?" Pietro asked cautiously. She turned her head and looked at him, looked through him, then went to the frige. She got a drink and went back to her room. Pietro panicked. He looked around for something, anything, to help him. "The phone!" he exclaimed, lanching toward it and tackling the defenseless device. He quickly (even for Pietro) dialed the number to the mansion.
"What do you want?"
Great. It was Logan. "I'd like to speak to Lisa, please," said Pietro uneasily.
"Here, fish, it's fer you," said Logan gruffly. Lisa blinked at the phone and brought it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Lisa? You gotta help me! It's Angela! She'sdepressed! Idon'tknowwhattodo! Shehasn'tcomedownalldayandFaysaidshe'sgonnabreakupwithmebutIdon'tthinkthatco uldhappen,doyouthinkthatcouldhappend?" Lisa held her head.
"Ow... Okay, once again and normal speed!" she demanded. Pietro whined again. He was getting pretty annoying. "Now what happened?"
"Fay! No, Angela! She, and then, and they!"
"You're not making any sense!" Lisa yelled. Pietro eeped, taking a deep breath. He let it out slowly, then tried again.
"Okay, Angela's been in her room alone with the door shut since last night. She doesn't come out or do anything! Well, she came out before you called, but she just got something to drink. Hmm, drink, I wonder if we have and Code Red left. And she looked like a zombie! Oh know! The zombies have stollen her brain, Lisa, what do I do!?"
"Yeah, yeah, Kitty, I just need to use ze- oh hey Lisa!" came Kurt's voice from Lisa's end.
"Hey Kurt! Hey Speedy? I gotta go. Kurt's here. Uh, good luck with that zombie thing. Ja!" Lisa hung up the phone. "So, what's up Kurt?" asked Lisa.
"Zombies?" asked Kurt. Lisa smiled.
"Yeah, it was Pietro. Something about the zombies eating Angela's brain or something."
"Like, if that were the case, I think they'd starve!" said Kitty.
"Hey! That wasn't nice!" said Lisa, defending her friend. She smiled. "But it was funny."
"Ja, so, uh, I'll see you around then, Lisa!" said Kurt, bamfing away. Lisa blinked.
"What was that about? Today's shaping up to be a weird day."
"Well, like, see ya Lisa. I gotta date with Lance," said Kitty, walking out of the mansion. Lisa shrugged and went upstairs to find Kurt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Uh, hey, Angela? Hun? You okay in there?" Pietro asked, tapping on the door with one finger. He had a 'wooden stake' at the ready and he was shaking all over. He held a bottle of garlic salt (they didn't have any fresh cloves handy) in the other hand.
"Go away!" she yelled angrily. Pietro opened the door anyway, assuming she was descent, and blinked. She was sitting ont he bed with her knees drawn up to her chin. Her eyes were red and puffy and there was abook on the bed, turned over, that looked like it had been through hell.
"What happened? I thought you'd been attacked by zombies who had sucked your brains out," he said in confusion.
"They killed him!" she yelled, as if it were his fault.
"Who?"
"The king! The main character! They can't do that!" she yelled back at him. He sweatdropped.
"You mean it's been about a book this whole time...?" he asked. She glared, nodding and wiping her eyes again. Pietro dropped the wooden stake (which was really a pencil) and garlic salt, then promptly fainted.
"Oh, by the way, you do know that a wooden stake and garlic is for vampires, right?" she asked angrily. "Pietro?" no response. "Hey, Pietro? Daijobu ka?" [1] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was later that night and Pietro, after he recovered, had gotten Angela out of her slump by telling her that the book still had two more left in the series. She reluctantly agreed that he was right. The phone rang and Fay answered it.
"Angela, it's for you," she said. Angela jumped over to the phone. "It's Kurt, I think," she said, handing the phone to Angela. Angela took it, blinking.
"Moshi moshi?" [2] she asked, confused.
"Uh, hey, Angela? It'z Kurt. How are you? How did ze zombie sing go?" he asked quickly. He sounded very nervous. "Ah, anyvay, I need your advice. I know zat you and Lisa are gut friends."
"Yeah...?" said Angela, still thoroughly confused.
"Well, she and I haff our first date tonight."
"Yeah...?"
"Gah! Okay, I'm grounded and I need to know if Lisa will get mad if I can't go on ze date and vhat to do," he said quickly.
"Oh! That's easy!" said Angela happily. "Your watch is fixed, right?"
"Yeah...?" Now it was Kurt's turn to be confused.
"Good! Just get someone to be you for you!" she said happily, hanging up without waiting for a response from Kurt.
"So what was all that about?" asked Fay, watching her from the kitchen table.
"Oh, nothing. I just fixed their relationship!" said Angela, overdramatizing.
"Somehow I doubt they'd go to you with relationship problems..." said Lance.
"Okay, fine, so I just gave Kurt some advice about their date tonight," she said, smiling knowingly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Come on, Bobby! I'll do your chores for a veek, just please do zis for me!" Kurt begged, holding the watch out to Bobby.
"No way, man. That'd be too weird. We're cousins y'know?" he said. Kurt sighed. There was one more person he could go to and he didn't think doing chores for a week would be a good enough bribe.
"H-hey Evan?" he asked sheepishly, opening the door to his friend's room.
"Hey Fuzzy, sup?" asked Evan.
"H-hey, uh, Evan, ve're gut friends, right?" asked Kurt.
"Yeah, guess so," said Evan. He stopped, sitting up on his bed. "Hey man, you're not goin' all weird on me or anything, are you?" he asked, watching his blue friend cautiously.
"Vhat? No! Gah! I need a favor! I need you to be me for my date tonight vith Lisa," said Kurt, sighing. Evan started to protest, then smiled, standing up.
"Of course I'll do it, Kurt," he said, putting an arm around his friends shoulder. Kurt looked at him, surprised.
"You vill...?" he asked skeptically.
"Of course I will, buddy! What are friends for?" said Evan. Kurt really didn't like that smile. "Sure I'll do it. But remember, you owe me big time. Now go," he said, he smiled and cleared his throat. "I need time to get my accent just right. Vhere are ve goink to go for dinner, hmm?" he asked, putting the watch on and pressing a button. Kurt sighed and gave him all the information, then bamfed off to detention with Logan. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Wow, Kurt! This is a really cool place!" Lisa said as Evan led her into the diner. "I've always wanted to come here," she said. It was just a small diner, but she had heard the food was good and the desserts were to die for.
"Awe, zis old place? No prob," said Evan, smiling. Lisa stopped, looking at him strangely.
"Hey Kurt, are you okay?" she asked. The image inducer looked at her stupidly. You just sound different or something," she said.
"Oh, ah, I haff a bit of a cold," he said, clearing his throat. Lisa seemed to accept his excuse and they were seated. They ordered their food and were eating when Lisa smiled up at him.
"So, did you have fun at the cottage? I told you that no one would see us," she said, smiling. He nodded, starting to reach for her hand under the table, then stopped. He wasn't fuzzy like Kurt. He quickly dropped his fork and Lisa blinked. "What's the matter?" she asked. He had been holding his fork like he normally did, but now he would have to make a concious effort to hold it by keeping his first and second two fingers together. That would take some work.
"Oh, ah, nosing, I'll be right back!" he said, standing quickly and running to the bathroom. He washed his hands and splashed water on his face, dried it, and looked in the mirror. Seeing onesself as someone else, especially as ones good friend, was a bit... disturbing to say the least. He sighed and dried his hands and face, going back to the table.
"So, what should we get for dessert?" Lisa asked. the waitress had taken away their meals and set the dessert tray in front of them.
"How about a strawberry sundae?" Evan suggested. Lisa blinked.
"But Kurt, I thought you hated strawberry," said Lisa. [3]
"Uh, just joking?"
"You're fizzling," commented Lisa.
"Oh no!" he said, forgetting the accent. He clapped his hand over his mouth. He must have gotten water in the watch when he washed his hands. Kurt had warned him about that. Lisa was standing up, ready to say just forget dessert when the image inducer totally failed.
"Evan!?" Lisa shouted.
"Uh, hey, Lisa?" said Evan, backing away warily. He didn't like the evil glare on Lisa's face. Everyone in the place was staring at them now and they had started to whisper.
"Why, it didn't even look like she knew who she was on a date with!" said one girl to her friend.
"How embarassing," he friend agreed.
"I'm gonna kill you," said Lisa calmly. "I just thought you should know. You're going to die. What have you done with Kurt?" she demanded.
"Well, you see, the thing is," Evan began. He then ran outside, taking someone's skateboard and heading back toward the mansion.
[1] Are you okay? [2] How you answer the phone in Japan. [3] No, this is not a real thing. I just wanted Evan to pick something Kurt hated so I picked strawberrys. *shrugs* so shoot me.
A/N: Hi again! It was so nice of Lisa to do that chapter for me! I needed a breather. Oh, yeah, and start another fanfic... Well, hopefully this chapter wasn't so sucky. I had had the idea about the date from Lisa for a while, but now it's actually here! Yay! Thanks for reading and please review! I haven't had any reviews in forever! *sob* and I still don't know what to do for plot!!