A/N- You know something dramatic will happen in a chapter of this series when you see that I'm putting the Author's Note first. Ooh... nervous yet? So, I just got back from doing mission work in Renton, Louisiana, with my church group. We fixed up some of the junkiest and saddest houses I'd ever seen. But, I'm so glad to be back in a place with internet access! Oh, and what happens in this chapter WILL be explained later if you think its OOC.
Else3- Confused? Because Danielle isn't Kim? She quit LM and told people she was going back to Miss Saigon but lied. She's really just boozing around, driving herself crazy. Because Mark said John is a goof? He was trying to change the mood... afraid Nina was gonna get really angry with him or something. Everything else will (hopefully) be cleared up.
Lola Pennington- Well, we need Bri around. Yeah, 'twas a Louisiana mission trip, why? Where you there? Or were people you knew there? That'd be really weird.
Andi;;- I stole the stealing shoelaces idea from the great and wonderful angel of fanfiction known as Mystical Chinchilla. Her stuff is amazing, and I do apologize for my burglary, but I felt like using it.
La Pamplemousse- Fun image, isn't it? I almost left that out for some reason... glad I didn't. Oh, if you read this chapter and feel that I have in some way copied your great works, remember that I didn't come up with the plot of this one – my good friend Pink Velvet, who has never read a fanfic in her life, did. So anything that seems to be your idea was a pure coincidence, and I apologize anyway.
Obsetress- Ugh, I hate it too! Luckily not too many people updated while I was gone. Ooh... that would be an interesting plot. However...
RoseMisre- Oh, don't worry. I don't go that deep. I decided that I didn't need to up my ratings cos Back to the Future is très worse than this and it remains at a PG level. I'm always so obscure about everything.
nebulia- I guess they're just pals. (Hehe... "pals") Well, I'd call my friends goof for no apparent reason too, although John really is something of a goof. That's just how he is, as you have and will see.
Three crucial things happened that night at the party.
The first was that Scott showed up late. When he entered the room he made straight for the table where Nina was sitting, walking a little sideways. As he sat down, Nina saw that his eyes were red. She smelled alcohol on his breath.
"Where've you been, Scott?"
"Around... Where's Mark?" was the vague response. He smiled crookedly.
"He couldn't come."
There was a pause. Nina looked away from Scott, who had shoved his hand into the pocket of his brown leather jacket, started, and given the pocket a strange look.
She stared into her glass of water, wishing that Mark had come.
Scott seemed to have decided to leave. He stood up suddenly, bumping into Nina and making her spill her water across the table.
This was the second thing.
The third was that she allowed Scott to refill it.
"I'm so sorry," he said again, placing her glass on the table in front of her.
"That's fine," Nina sighed.
She took a sip of the water. Scott had dropped into the seat next to her and was staring at her, smiling the crooked smile as she set the glass down.
"What?"
He shook his head slowly. "Nothing. Sorry."
Nina again found herself gazing blankly into her glass. The water seemed to be a very vague shade of blue... She blinked and told herself that the glass was tinted.
Scott did not say another word until Nina had finished her water. Someone dug up a CD of the Les Mis dance party, and the beat from the techno version of "On My Own" made the room shake. Nina shuddered. It was so loud and dark... she was beginning to feel dizzy. Her head hurt.
Scott grabbed her arm. "Let me show you something!"
He leapt to his feet and headed toward the door. Nina followed. Why did she feel she was forgetting something? Before they reached the door, Scott paused and dropped a small plastic bag into the trashcan. It was empty.
He led Nina outside and down the street several blocks. She was getting dizzier by the second, and it only took turning down a few more streets for Nina to become completely disoriented.
She had no idea what building they entered. In the elevator, Nina nearly collapsed and had to grab Scott's arm for support. He pulled her close to him, and again she smelled alcohol. He smiled crookedly.
Nina was forgetting something – but what? It was nagging at her mind... Scott. Did it have to do with the way his arms were around her waist? It felt right... yet there something about it that was wrong.
Before she could collect her thoughts the elevator was stopping and Scott was leading her down another hallway. The world reeled as he was unlocking a door and pulling Nina inside. She couldn't remember why he had taken her from the party. She didn't understand why she was so dizzy.
Scott pulled her toward a black leather couch with a gray afghan. The room pitched violently, and the last thing Nina saw before sliding into a complete blackness was Scott's crooked smile.
Else3- Confused? Because Danielle isn't Kim? She quit LM and told people she was going back to Miss Saigon but lied. She's really just boozing around, driving herself crazy. Because Mark said John is a goof? He was trying to change the mood... afraid Nina was gonna get really angry with him or something. Everything else will (hopefully) be cleared up.
Lola Pennington- Well, we need Bri around. Yeah, 'twas a Louisiana mission trip, why? Where you there? Or were people you knew there? That'd be really weird.
Andi;;- I stole the stealing shoelaces idea from the great and wonderful angel of fanfiction known as Mystical Chinchilla. Her stuff is amazing, and I do apologize for my burglary, but I felt like using it.
La Pamplemousse- Fun image, isn't it? I almost left that out for some reason... glad I didn't. Oh, if you read this chapter and feel that I have in some way copied your great works, remember that I didn't come up with the plot of this one – my good friend Pink Velvet, who has never read a fanfic in her life, did. So anything that seems to be your idea was a pure coincidence, and I apologize anyway.
Obsetress- Ugh, I hate it too! Luckily not too many people updated while I was gone. Ooh... that would be an interesting plot. However...
RoseMisre- Oh, don't worry. I don't go that deep. I decided that I didn't need to up my ratings cos Back to the Future is très worse than this and it remains at a PG level. I'm always so obscure about everything.
nebulia- I guess they're just pals. (Hehe... "pals") Well, I'd call my friends goof for no apparent reason too, although John really is something of a goof. That's just how he is, as you have and will see.
Three crucial things happened that night at the party.
The first was that Scott showed up late. When he entered the room he made straight for the table where Nina was sitting, walking a little sideways. As he sat down, Nina saw that his eyes were red. She smelled alcohol on his breath.
"Where've you been, Scott?"
"Around... Where's Mark?" was the vague response. He smiled crookedly.
"He couldn't come."
There was a pause. Nina looked away from Scott, who had shoved his hand into the pocket of his brown leather jacket, started, and given the pocket a strange look.
She stared into her glass of water, wishing that Mark had come.
Scott seemed to have decided to leave. He stood up suddenly, bumping into Nina and making her spill her water across the table.
This was the second thing.
The third was that she allowed Scott to refill it.
"I'm so sorry," he said again, placing her glass on the table in front of her.
"That's fine," Nina sighed.
She took a sip of the water. Scott had dropped into the seat next to her and was staring at her, smiling the crooked smile as she set the glass down.
"What?"
He shook his head slowly. "Nothing. Sorry."
Nina again found herself gazing blankly into her glass. The water seemed to be a very vague shade of blue... She blinked and told herself that the glass was tinted.
Scott did not say another word until Nina had finished her water. Someone dug up a CD of the Les Mis dance party, and the beat from the techno version of "On My Own" made the room shake. Nina shuddered. It was so loud and dark... she was beginning to feel dizzy. Her head hurt.
Scott grabbed her arm. "Let me show you something!"
He leapt to his feet and headed toward the door. Nina followed. Why did she feel she was forgetting something? Before they reached the door, Scott paused and dropped a small plastic bag into the trashcan. It was empty.
He led Nina outside and down the street several blocks. She was getting dizzier by the second, and it only took turning down a few more streets for Nina to become completely disoriented.
She had no idea what building they entered. In the elevator, Nina nearly collapsed and had to grab Scott's arm for support. He pulled her close to him, and again she smelled alcohol. He smiled crookedly.
Nina was forgetting something – but what? It was nagging at her mind... Scott. Did it have to do with the way his arms were around her waist? It felt right... yet there something about it that was wrong.
Before she could collect her thoughts the elevator was stopping and Scott was leading her down another hallway. The world reeled as he was unlocking a door and pulling Nina inside. She couldn't remember why he had taken her from the party. She didn't understand why she was so dizzy.
Scott pulled her toward a black leather couch with a gray afghan. The room pitched violently, and the last thing Nina saw before sliding into a complete blackness was Scott's crooked smile.