Things You Do Out Of Love

By: Realmi

Chapter 4: First trip to paradise

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Author's Notes: Sorry for the delay, I was busy with other musings, won't happen again. Thanks to Angel Writer for telling me that there is no junior year in Japan, readers from now on consider Charli a senior……even though she's 15.

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            Charlotte Black considered her self to be a very open minded, tolerate person. She only hated two things in this world: Pop music and glitter. However, in a matter of one day, a new item stepped onto the list: his name was Trent Falcone.

            She and Arashi walked into Rock Choir and after being placed into the soprano section, Charli tripped on her big shoes. "Oof," she groaned, she had tripped right into a human wearing a long black leather jacket, a fishnet shirt, super tight black velvet pants, and combat boots.

            "Good going," he said, glaring down at her. Charli, who was already in a mad mood thanks to her "brother," glared right back….or…at least she would have if her earring wasn't caught on his fishnet shirt. "Great, the novice got herself caught in my shirt!" the boy snarled. The word "novice" did not sit well with young Miss Black. With a very painful yank, her head was free. She promptly slapped him about the face.

            "Novice!?" she roared, the whole of the rock choir watching with interest. "NOVICE?! I have not sung with the Corporate Beatniks, organized four charity concerts, and costumed seven musical to be called a novice!!" Charli's green eyes narrowed. She had been involved with music since she could talk and fashion even longer. Thanks mainly to her mother….but she wasn't gong to think about that woman. Charli stormed out of the room, soon after she was gone did everyone start to realize that dangling from Trent's shirt was an opal dragonfly earring….and a trial of blood had followed Charli out the door.

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            "DDDDDDAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNN!" Charli moaned in pain as she placed rubbing alcohol onto her still bleeding ear. He just had to call me a novice, didn't he? Charli thought bitterly. She had been teased and teased relentlessly because of her age, having to prove herself over and over and over again. She had skipped the rest of the school day and was now back in her/George's apartment to properly nurse her ear. Because of all the mental abuse she had suffered early in life, Charli now had the biggest complex on that side of the Great Wall and knew herself well enough to know that she would be prone to throw objects if she didn't get someplace where she could think by herself.

            Sitting down on the couch holding an ice bag to her ear Charli rewound the whole incident. Okay, sure he is drop your jaw to the floor gorgeous, a snazzy dresser, and has a deviously low voice…………what the Hell am I thinking?!? Charli was come over with sudden disgust. Damnit! He still has my earring! She thought as she slipped off to sleep.

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            George Koizumi was obviously not in a good mood. "You are a lot of trouble," he said coldly. He was in his room getting dressed for some dinner he was taking her to at his studio.

            "Look, I'm sorry about school, but that Trent guy was pissing me off, I had to leave."

            "So, you left in defeat?" George said in disgust.

            "No, I left to cool my head off so I didn't kill anyone!" Charli roared form another room as she tried to get into another one of her brother's tent dresses.

            "You let one boy get to you so badly?"

            "Shut up, Koizumi, I don't have to explain myself!" Charli barked. At long last, she was in her dress. It was a dazzling hunter green dress, with long lacy selves and flowing bottom.

            "I never said you did," George said, entering the room. He was wearing a white tuxedo and a matching top hat. Charlotte ignored him. The two walked out the door in a less then easy silence and into George's car in the same manner.

            "So…..where is this dinner party?" Charli asked.

            "Paradise."

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            "Dammit! That Nancy Boy and his vampire sister are late!" was the first thing Charli heard when she reached the basement room that George called a studio. George promptly picked up a pool stick and shoved it up Arashi's arse. "@#$%&*!!^" Arashi cursed, rubbing his sore arse.  Isabella let out a soft chuckle and everyone else followed suit. Charli looked about her. She recognized the pink haired girl, the drag queen, and Arashi. However the tall thin raven haired girl she didn't know.

            "Hello, Charli dear," the drag queen said as Arashi was tried to straggle George while Miwako and the raven haired girl tried to tare them apart.

            "'Ello, Isabella, how are you?"

            "I'm fine, yourself? Oh word! What happened to your ear!?" Isabella asked, shocked.

            "Oh….I had a mean run in with this kid named Trent," Charli said, flinching at his name.

            "Oh, he is adorable," Isabella said.

            "Sure, if you like annoying, arrogant, jewelry stealing pretty Goth boys," Charli said.

            "That was your earring? You poor dear, he wore it all day…it was gross…..there was a little bit of flesh on it," Isabella said. "I hate him!" Charli said. Isabella smiled an all knowing smile.

            "We'll see, dear," Isabella said, taking Charli's face into her hands. "The heart changes it's mind from time to time," Charli blushed. "You have such a cute face, it's so round and adorable….while still showing maturity and determination!"  Charli turned a lovely shade of red as Isabella let go of her face and turned around.

            Good Lord, I'm not starting to fall in like with a drag queen! I'm NOT starting to fall in like with a drag queen!  Charli thought. First, I was romantically having thoughts about Trent and now, Isabella!

            "Charlotte, would you like something to drink?" Isabella asked.

            "Dammit, Kozumi! Get back here!" Arashi was yelling as the other four ran after him. "I'm going to kill you!"

            "Arashi! Stop!" called Miwako.

            "Um…yeah….green tea…shaken, not stirred, it you will."

***And Chapter four***

            Realmi: There! You have an honorable mention, Caroline.

            Caroline: Goody.

            Trent: Where am I?

            Arashi: You're in the Free Pages.

            Trent: Where?

            George: This is where Realmi-sama intervenes with us.

            Isabella: We all had lines this time!

            Caroline: I didn't

            Charli: Stop complaining! Your part of the peanut gallery in this story, live with it.

            Caroline: *grabs Realmi by her collar* You have some explaining to do, putting the star of the manga in the peanut gallery!

            Realmi: You'll have your turn. You'll have your turn….

            George: Readers, just read and review.

            Realmi: *runs away as Carrie runs after her* GWAAAAAA!

            Miwako: Shouldn't we stop them?

            Arashi: No why?

            Isabella: If we don't stop them, there will be no chapter five!

            Everyone: Carrie! STOP!