Chapter five
Disclaimer: Anything in here that you find isn't mine, obviously ISN'T MINE! I give credit to those who created everything in this chapter that I don't own, i.e.: the characters, and 'Casablanca' among other things.
Author's Note: I realize that the previous chapter was somewhat…dull…and I sincerely apologize for that. I hope you find this chapter a bit more…intriguing! And now for a little note to my reviewers for chapter three:
Steelsings: Ah, my dear…how I will miss you until we meet in the food court! *giggles at self* Thank you so much for your review…it was touching, because I never thought you would be jealous of me. Ever. I really, really, really was touched by your review, and also, I am SO psyched to see your hair…I'll see it on Friday, right? All my love…
YourWinter06: once again you give me a reason to upload another chapter…I am so glad that you are getting into this story…are you prepared for it, though? Because some things that happen will (hopefully) surprise you. I hope you like the twists. Also, I am so glad that I found a fellow 'Iris' lover! Woohoo!
Now, on with chapter five!!!
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Chapter five- Double Date
After I explained to Michael that I was hesitant to nose-dive into a relationship, he took things a lot slower and smoother with me. He let me determine how fast we went. It was me who suggested that we go on a double date with Kat and Patrick. It was me who suggested that we go to see 'Casablanca' at the old movie house. So on Saturday night, all four of us met up at the theatre. Part of the reason that Kat and I wanted to see 'Casablanca' was to test our men. Test them to see if they had the class to handle a classic old movie.
Once we had found our seats, my knight in shining armour (or should I say amore) took his noble squire Patrick with him to fetch us poor damsels in distress some buttery popcorn and Diet Coke. I like the taste of Diet Coke so much better than the regular, because the regular is far too syrupy. Diet is crisper. Anyway, the movie started almost as soon as the boys got back to their seats.
I was shocked to see the guys actually getting into the movie, so I leaned over and whispered into Kat's ear "do you think they're actually interested, or are they just sleeping with their eyes open?" Kat concealed a laugh between her lips and whispered back "ask Michael, Mandella, and find out."
"Michael," I whispered to him, "are you enjoying this movie?"
"Are you?" he asked…the fox.
"Yes, of course I am, but are you getting into the plot?" I wanted an answer, and I wasn't about to take games like this for an 'answer'
"Mandella, if you're enjoying it, I am enjoying you enjoying it. I like anything you like" God, doesn't he know who he is?
"Michael, if you don't like it, just say so. You're entitled to have an opinion of your own. Don't sacrifice your likes and dislikes for me. I would rather you hate the movie than say you love it just because I love it." Michael didn't say anything. He just sat stiffer in his seat, his fingers wrapped so tightly around his paper cup that it almost collapsed. I didn't mean to make him angry, I just want him to be himself, not me. But it got me to wondering that maybe he only pretended to like Shakespeare to get me. God, I had to go to the bathroom, I needed to get away, so I grabbed Kat and we rushed to the washroom.
We were the only people in the bathroom, so when Kat went into a stall (she actually had to use the bathroom) I just told her what happened out loud, because there was nobody else there to overhear our conversation.
"Mandella, maybe it was just a fluke, you can't take everything out of context, but if you are right, I am going to seriously hurt that little boyfriend of yours." Even though the statement was a bit harsh, it was nice to know that somebody would stand up for me.
When Kat came out of the stall and began to wash her hands, it was like time had stopped and my eyes became fixated on one thing. Her wrists. Scabbed and scarred. So it had been her sitting there in the next stall over at the prom, it was her blood that hit the tile floor so wretchedly. It was been her wounds that I relived every night, wondering if I could keep from going back to my old habit. It was her. My best friend, and she never told me. I couldn't stay any longer, so I mumbled something like "mmghGoodbyemph" and left the bathroom. I had my coat and purse with me, so I left the theatre, too. I knew Michael wouldn't care, as I had already pissed him off, and Patrick wouldn't even notice I was gone. It was Kat that I worried and wondered about, but at that point it was too late to care.
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The summer breeze, normally inviting, was chilling to my skin as I waited at the bus stop for the number 52 to come along. I saw a safety pin in the corner, and I couldn't resist picking it up. I couldn't resist opening the safety latch. I couldn't resist letting the point prick my skin, over and over again until a small trickle of blood flowed. Damn, I was back to my old habit, and I knew that once I started, I wouldn't be able to stop without help. Damn.
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A.N. Well, I know that chappie was a little morose, but I think you'll be able to get over it…don't worry, it has to get better! I also know that the chapter was rather short, but I didn't have much time for this one…please leave a nice, hefty review!