**Sorry the updating takes so long, I've had a lot of homework, but will do
better over the next two weeks**
Lara slipped on a black, spaghetti strapped dress, with a slit going down her thigh, and let her hair down (it had a wavy effect from her signature braid). She still wasn't entirely sure how to react about Kurtis. She didn't really want to think about it. She took a deep breath and headed out in the hall.
Kurtis watched from the small crack of his slightly opened door. Lara came out of her room and in the hallway. It was the first time he had seen her like that. She walked down the stairs toward Glen and he put his arm around her shoulders. They left, shutting the door behind them.
He helped her into the car and got in himself. "Ow, damn it," Lara's mom whispered when the car hit a bump. Her and the butler were in the trunk, dressed in camouflage. The butler even brought a camouflage tray with him. Lara's mom took a walkie-talkie out of her pocket. "Larson," she whispered into it. "Larson, come in, Larson. This is agent mom."
"Sergeant Hobo speaking," he answered.
"Whisper, damn it!"
"Sorry. Where is your exact location?"
"They're still no they're way there."
"I'll notify Kurtis. Over and out."
"Yeah, whatever," she mumbled.
Larson said, "Kurtis! Lara's mom is on her way to the party right now. As soon as she gets there, she will tell us where it is located and you can go there after Lara."
"What? Is she following them or something?" Kurtis asked.
"Well, sort of. She's in their trunk."
"How did all this happen?"
"It started earlier today," Larson told him. "Lara's mom and the butler were mopping carpets when Glen came in and headed to Lara's room. That's when they heard about the party. She decided she wanted to go in and ruin it, but I told her that you would want to know about it too. Then you were already in Lara's room yelling, so Lara's mom and the butler packed themselves into the trunk."
". You tell it like you're explaining a murder or something- Anyways, let's get going."
"No, not yet. We don't know the location the party is being held at. Wait 'til Lara's mom radios back to me."
Lara's mom hit her back against the trunk when the car came to a sudden stop. "We must be here," she whispered. Car doors slammed shut and footsteps got quieter as they walked away. She popped the trunk open a crack so she could see outside. She looked around for a street sign.
Inside, Lara was following Glen around, feeling out of place. She felt like everyone was judging her. A few people whispered when she walked past. She wanted to turn around and tell them what she thought of "their kind," but bit her tongue instead. Glen introduced her to a few of his friends; she felt like he was showing her off as a prized possession. Kurtis wouldn't do that to her. She gave a small sigh and pretended to be in on the conversation.
"Sergeant Homo, come in Sergeant Homo," Lara's mom whispered into the radio.
"That's Sergeant Hobo," Larson answered.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. We have the location information for you. Agent Butler! What does the sign say? What's the street name?"
The butler yelled back, "Uh! I can't read, uh, it! Uhhh . uhhhh."
Kurtis came over the radio saying, "Tell me where the keys are."
"They're in the kitchen hanging on a key rack," answered Lara's mom. "Her motorcycle key is the only key on a ring by itself."
"Great. I'll find you guys." He threw the radio at Larson (Larson didn't catch it so it fell on he ground and broke), grabbed the motorcycle key and took off. Larson took another radio out from nowhere.
"There he is," Lara's mom said to the butler after fifteen minutes of waiting. Kurtis stopped the motorcycle near the trunk of Glen's car. Lara's mom climbed out. "Are you going in?"
"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "I am."
"Good luck, soldier," she said giving him a salute.
"Um, yeah, sure." He took a deep breath and went through the door. Not nearly everyone turned around to stare like he expected. For some reason, he was sure there would be a dramatic reaction when he walked in. Like a movie. The "I-think-my-money-is-worth-more-then-your-life" people (has Kurtis filed them in his mind anyway) were giving him a "You don't belong here" look. And he agreed, but he came for Lara. He was sorry for yelling at her, the things he said .
There she was. Lara. She looked beautiful. And of course Glen was right there with her. But, Kurtis didn't give a shit at this point.
Lara felt a hand wrap around her own and noticed the group she was pretending to talk to were all staring behind her. She turned her head to see it was Kurtis. "What- . What are you doing here?" She asked him.
"I came to get you," he said. She didn't know what to say. "What? Do you want me to leave?"
"I want you to leave," Glen said stepping in front of Lara. "This isn't a place for you. So just get out."
"Excuse me. . I believe I was asking Lara, not you. Now . Lara . would you like to leave with me or stay with Glen?"
"Leave," she answered without hesitation. "I want to go." Kurtis held his arm out and she took it.
"Let's go ma cher," Kurtis said with a smile. Lara smiled back and the two of them walked out. "I brought your motorcycle. I'm driving." He sat on it with Lara sitting behind him. Lara's mom and the butler were back in the trunk of Glen's car, waving.
"What is my mom doing here?"
"Long story. You ready?"
"Yeah." Lara clung to Kurtis as he drove back to hr house. Lara went to her room and changed into more comfortable clothes. There was a knock on her door. She knew who it was; they were the only two in the house. "Come in," she called. Kurtis came in shutting the door behind him. He sat down on her bed.
"So, are you mad at me?" he asked.
"No. Why would I be?"
"Because I took you away from Glen in front of those snotty fuckers."
"No, I'm glad you did it," she said. "He made me feel like his trophy and I hate rich, snobby people."
"Look, . I'm sorry about what I said to you. I just flipped out, you know."
". . What do you think Glen is doing right now?"
"Crying-no, I don't know." She sat next to him and he put his arm around her.
She sighed, "You don't give up, do you?"
"Of course not. You know that. Do I get to sleep in here tonight?"
"Maybe. I haven't decided yet." They just stared at each other for a minute. Lara started to get uneasy because of look he was giving her. He wanted to protect her even though he knew she was capable of protecting herself. Sounds of the piano broke the silence. "What's that?"
"It's probably Larson. He is still here, you know."
"I do now," she said getting up. She went in the library with Kurtis following and found Larson attempting to play the piano. Lara looked around. "What happened to your girlfriend?"
"Here I am," Larson's girlfriend yelled from behind Lara. She jumped. Larson's girlfriend sat by Larson on the piano bench. "He's just like Mozart."
"Where do you get that idea from?" Kurtis asked. "He sucks."
"Can you play the piano?"
"No, but neither can he."
Lara said, "Please leave the piano alone. I'm going to bed." She walked back to her room and Larson took his girlfriend to the room they were staying in. Kurtis grabbed Lara by her arm and pulled her close to him. He hugged her and she put her head on his shoulder.
"I'll let you sleep by yourself tonight," Kurtis said. He gave her a light kiss on her forehead before going to his own room.
**I'll update ASAP this time! Sorry!**
Lara slipped on a black, spaghetti strapped dress, with a slit going down her thigh, and let her hair down (it had a wavy effect from her signature braid). She still wasn't entirely sure how to react about Kurtis. She didn't really want to think about it. She took a deep breath and headed out in the hall.
Kurtis watched from the small crack of his slightly opened door. Lara came out of her room and in the hallway. It was the first time he had seen her like that. She walked down the stairs toward Glen and he put his arm around her shoulders. They left, shutting the door behind them.
He helped her into the car and got in himself. "Ow, damn it," Lara's mom whispered when the car hit a bump. Her and the butler were in the trunk, dressed in camouflage. The butler even brought a camouflage tray with him. Lara's mom took a walkie-talkie out of her pocket. "Larson," she whispered into it. "Larson, come in, Larson. This is agent mom."
"Sergeant Hobo speaking," he answered.
"Whisper, damn it!"
"Sorry. Where is your exact location?"
"They're still no they're way there."
"I'll notify Kurtis. Over and out."
"Yeah, whatever," she mumbled.
Larson said, "Kurtis! Lara's mom is on her way to the party right now. As soon as she gets there, she will tell us where it is located and you can go there after Lara."
"What? Is she following them or something?" Kurtis asked.
"Well, sort of. She's in their trunk."
"How did all this happen?"
"It started earlier today," Larson told him. "Lara's mom and the butler were mopping carpets when Glen came in and headed to Lara's room. That's when they heard about the party. She decided she wanted to go in and ruin it, but I told her that you would want to know about it too. Then you were already in Lara's room yelling, so Lara's mom and the butler packed themselves into the trunk."
". You tell it like you're explaining a murder or something- Anyways, let's get going."
"No, not yet. We don't know the location the party is being held at. Wait 'til Lara's mom radios back to me."
Lara's mom hit her back against the trunk when the car came to a sudden stop. "We must be here," she whispered. Car doors slammed shut and footsteps got quieter as they walked away. She popped the trunk open a crack so she could see outside. She looked around for a street sign.
Inside, Lara was following Glen around, feeling out of place. She felt like everyone was judging her. A few people whispered when she walked past. She wanted to turn around and tell them what she thought of "their kind," but bit her tongue instead. Glen introduced her to a few of his friends; she felt like he was showing her off as a prized possession. Kurtis wouldn't do that to her. She gave a small sigh and pretended to be in on the conversation.
"Sergeant Homo, come in Sergeant Homo," Lara's mom whispered into the radio.
"That's Sergeant Hobo," Larson answered.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. We have the location information for you. Agent Butler! What does the sign say? What's the street name?"
The butler yelled back, "Uh! I can't read, uh, it! Uhhh . uhhhh."
Kurtis came over the radio saying, "Tell me where the keys are."
"They're in the kitchen hanging on a key rack," answered Lara's mom. "Her motorcycle key is the only key on a ring by itself."
"Great. I'll find you guys." He threw the radio at Larson (Larson didn't catch it so it fell on he ground and broke), grabbed the motorcycle key and took off. Larson took another radio out from nowhere.
"There he is," Lara's mom said to the butler after fifteen minutes of waiting. Kurtis stopped the motorcycle near the trunk of Glen's car. Lara's mom climbed out. "Are you going in?"
"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "I am."
"Good luck, soldier," she said giving him a salute.
"Um, yeah, sure." He took a deep breath and went through the door. Not nearly everyone turned around to stare like he expected. For some reason, he was sure there would be a dramatic reaction when he walked in. Like a movie. The "I-think-my-money-is-worth-more-then-your-life" people (has Kurtis filed them in his mind anyway) were giving him a "You don't belong here" look. And he agreed, but he came for Lara. He was sorry for yelling at her, the things he said .
There she was. Lara. She looked beautiful. And of course Glen was right there with her. But, Kurtis didn't give a shit at this point.
Lara felt a hand wrap around her own and noticed the group she was pretending to talk to were all staring behind her. She turned her head to see it was Kurtis. "What- . What are you doing here?" She asked him.
"I came to get you," he said. She didn't know what to say. "What? Do you want me to leave?"
"I want you to leave," Glen said stepping in front of Lara. "This isn't a place for you. So just get out."
"Excuse me. . I believe I was asking Lara, not you. Now . Lara . would you like to leave with me or stay with Glen?"
"Leave," she answered without hesitation. "I want to go." Kurtis held his arm out and she took it.
"Let's go ma cher," Kurtis said with a smile. Lara smiled back and the two of them walked out. "I brought your motorcycle. I'm driving." He sat on it with Lara sitting behind him. Lara's mom and the butler were back in the trunk of Glen's car, waving.
"What is my mom doing here?"
"Long story. You ready?"
"Yeah." Lara clung to Kurtis as he drove back to hr house. Lara went to her room and changed into more comfortable clothes. There was a knock on her door. She knew who it was; they were the only two in the house. "Come in," she called. Kurtis came in shutting the door behind him. He sat down on her bed.
"So, are you mad at me?" he asked.
"No. Why would I be?"
"Because I took you away from Glen in front of those snotty fuckers."
"No, I'm glad you did it," she said. "He made me feel like his trophy and I hate rich, snobby people."
"Look, . I'm sorry about what I said to you. I just flipped out, you know."
". . What do you think Glen is doing right now?"
"Crying-no, I don't know." She sat next to him and he put his arm around her.
She sighed, "You don't give up, do you?"
"Of course not. You know that. Do I get to sleep in here tonight?"
"Maybe. I haven't decided yet." They just stared at each other for a minute. Lara started to get uneasy because of look he was giving her. He wanted to protect her even though he knew she was capable of protecting herself. Sounds of the piano broke the silence. "What's that?"
"It's probably Larson. He is still here, you know."
"I do now," she said getting up. She went in the library with Kurtis following and found Larson attempting to play the piano. Lara looked around. "What happened to your girlfriend?"
"Here I am," Larson's girlfriend yelled from behind Lara. She jumped. Larson's girlfriend sat by Larson on the piano bench. "He's just like Mozart."
"Where do you get that idea from?" Kurtis asked. "He sucks."
"Can you play the piano?"
"No, but neither can he."
Lara said, "Please leave the piano alone. I'm going to bed." She walked back to her room and Larson took his girlfriend to the room they were staying in. Kurtis grabbed Lara by her arm and pulled her close to him. He hugged her and she put her head on his shoulder.
"I'll let you sleep by yourself tonight," Kurtis said. He gave her a light kiss on her forehead before going to his own room.
**I'll update ASAP this time! Sorry!**