I don't own Degrassi.
I'm also now going to be scorekeeping a trivia game as well as working and such, so updates are going to slow down. I also want this story-and my other story-to be Good. I don't want to rush my writing.
Strange Fire, Chapter Nine
Coralie noticed how white Craigs hands were as they gripped the stearing wheel. He had wanted to drive, and she understood how he wanted it to be a 'proper date', and agreed.
"Craig, pull the car over." They were about six blocks from the house when she said this, and Craig was scared but did as asked. Coralie then kissed him, deeply. "Craig. Relax." She told him this as they pulled apart.
"Relax. Ok...wait, if I don't relax do I get more kisses?"
"No, you get them if you do relax."
"Then I'll relax." He looked at her and they both started laughing. The tension between them instantly broken.
"Craig, its like I said. I'm on this date because its you. I don't care what we do."
"I was thinking dinner...and then something else, but you can pick."
Coralie smiled. "Lets to go an arcade."
"Fine by me." He hadn't exactly planned for that, but he knew it would be a bit better than doing something corny and romantic on such a strange first date. "This is an odd date."
"Is it?"
"Yes. We used to have sex, we don't anymore. You want me to impregnate you, and we're on what is our first real date. Its odd."
Coralie considered this for a moment. "I never professed to be normal. And I do want a baby." She'd sworn not to mention this fact, but Craig had brought it up first. "However, that discussion can wait until after the wedding. Because not only do we have a wedding to get through, we have a heartbroken Marco to deal with."
"Ok, I'd rather talk about the baby than my heartbroken gay best friend on my first date with you." This again cracked Coralie up, and by the time she had composed herself, they were at the restaurant. The two of them sat down and ordered, then a girl and boy came over to them.
"Craig Manning, how are you. I haven't seen you since graduation."
"That was only two weeks ago, Paige."
"Are you at least going to introduce us to your friend?" Paige asked, faking innocence well, but not well enough.
"I'm Coralie Raymond. Who might you be?" She had affected her businesswoman accent, uncomfortable around this girl, despite the fact that she obviously knew Craig.
"I'm Paige, this is Spinner. We graduated with Craig. How do you know him?"
"I used to work for Caitlin. I'm in town for the wedding." That was the easiest way to explain things. What, was she going to tell the truth? 'Craig and I used to sleep together, and I found myself missing him a lot, so since I wanted to start a family of my own, I figured I'd kill two birds with one screw...er stone.'
"And what brings you to dinner?"
"Paige, you are so nosy." Her companion, Spinner, finally spoke. "Craig, you heard about Marco?"
"He was at my door yesterday morning, in tears, so yes."
Paige sighed. "I didn't know he'd be so broken up about it..we should go, I think our food is here." They headed off.
"Paige is Dylan's sister." Craig explained to Coralie who just nodded. "And can we pretend like we never ran into them?"
"That, I can do." They smiled and enjoyed dinner, catching up on the last two years in each other's lives. After dinner they went to the arcade for a couple hours, before leaving at 11 to head back to the house.
"My curfew isn't for two hours, do you want to go walk along the river."
"Walk along the river, huh? Thats what they're calling it now a days." Coralie said with a giggle.
"It sounds better than 'do you wanna find a bench by the water and make out?'" Craig responded.
"Yes and yes." Coralie replyed, and they went down to the water and sat, talking a bit, but mostly kissing. The kisses were better than either had remembered.
"I wish I didn't have a curfew."
"So do I, but its better this way. I want to take things slower than last time."
"I know rockets slower than the last time we were involved, Coralie."
"Exactly my point." At that point they stood up and walked hand in hand to Craig's car and headed to the house, nearly 45 minutes before Craig's curfew.
I'm also now going to be scorekeeping a trivia game as well as working and such, so updates are going to slow down. I also want this story-and my other story-to be Good. I don't want to rush my writing.
Strange Fire, Chapter Nine
Coralie noticed how white Craigs hands were as they gripped the stearing wheel. He had wanted to drive, and she understood how he wanted it to be a 'proper date', and agreed.
"Craig, pull the car over." They were about six blocks from the house when she said this, and Craig was scared but did as asked. Coralie then kissed him, deeply. "Craig. Relax." She told him this as they pulled apart.
"Relax. Ok...wait, if I don't relax do I get more kisses?"
"No, you get them if you do relax."
"Then I'll relax." He looked at her and they both started laughing. The tension between them instantly broken.
"Craig, its like I said. I'm on this date because its you. I don't care what we do."
"I was thinking dinner...and then something else, but you can pick."
Coralie smiled. "Lets to go an arcade."
"Fine by me." He hadn't exactly planned for that, but he knew it would be a bit better than doing something corny and romantic on such a strange first date. "This is an odd date."
"Is it?"
"Yes. We used to have sex, we don't anymore. You want me to impregnate you, and we're on what is our first real date. Its odd."
Coralie considered this for a moment. "I never professed to be normal. And I do want a baby." She'd sworn not to mention this fact, but Craig had brought it up first. "However, that discussion can wait until after the wedding. Because not only do we have a wedding to get through, we have a heartbroken Marco to deal with."
"Ok, I'd rather talk about the baby than my heartbroken gay best friend on my first date with you." This again cracked Coralie up, and by the time she had composed herself, they were at the restaurant. The two of them sat down and ordered, then a girl and boy came over to them.
"Craig Manning, how are you. I haven't seen you since graduation."
"That was only two weeks ago, Paige."
"Are you at least going to introduce us to your friend?" Paige asked, faking innocence well, but not well enough.
"I'm Coralie Raymond. Who might you be?" She had affected her businesswoman accent, uncomfortable around this girl, despite the fact that she obviously knew Craig.
"I'm Paige, this is Spinner. We graduated with Craig. How do you know him?"
"I used to work for Caitlin. I'm in town for the wedding." That was the easiest way to explain things. What, was she going to tell the truth? 'Craig and I used to sleep together, and I found myself missing him a lot, so since I wanted to start a family of my own, I figured I'd kill two birds with one screw...er stone.'
"And what brings you to dinner?"
"Paige, you are so nosy." Her companion, Spinner, finally spoke. "Craig, you heard about Marco?"
"He was at my door yesterday morning, in tears, so yes."
Paige sighed. "I didn't know he'd be so broken up about it..we should go, I think our food is here." They headed off.
"Paige is Dylan's sister." Craig explained to Coralie who just nodded. "And can we pretend like we never ran into them?"
"That, I can do." They smiled and enjoyed dinner, catching up on the last two years in each other's lives. After dinner they went to the arcade for a couple hours, before leaving at 11 to head back to the house.
"My curfew isn't for two hours, do you want to go walk along the river."
"Walk along the river, huh? Thats what they're calling it now a days." Coralie said with a giggle.
"It sounds better than 'do you wanna find a bench by the water and make out?'" Craig responded.
"Yes and yes." Coralie replyed, and they went down to the water and sat, talking a bit, but mostly kissing. The kisses were better than either had remembered.
"I wish I didn't have a curfew."
"So do I, but its better this way. I want to take things slower than last time."
"I know rockets slower than the last time we were involved, Coralie."
"Exactly my point." At that point they stood up and walked hand in hand to Craig's car and headed to the house, nearly 45 minutes before Craig's curfew.