A/N: Hey there all! Dude, I am like so mad! My computer is sooooo slow and it sucks! For some reason it wont allow me to review! Whats that all about? Well anyway it freezes my comp and then I have to restart it but I'm still trying !!! But anyway my point is... I am so sorry that I haven't been reviewing..my comp is retarded but I will do so as soon as I can...
Dyrne-Faemne: OMG!!! Tori and Dustin, Rangers in Love is sssssssoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good!!!!!!! I am loving it so far!! You must write!!! Write!! Hehe more please asap ...as soon as I can I will review.. just know that I am a loyal reader and I'm in the midst of reading all your stories.. btw...what is that adult fan fic site?
Well..sorry for the blabbing...on with it!!!
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"Ok...so...planning this party..." Tori pulls out her blue notebook and a pen. She writes, 'Party Supplies' at the top of the page.
"Woah," I say, sipping a glass of orange juice, "Hardcore, organized planning much?"
"You can never be too over planned for parties, ya know." Tori sticks her tongue out at me.
Here we sit, me and Tori, on the couch in our living room after a long hard day at our jobs. Today is Wednesday, and Friday is just around the corner. Way short notice, if you ask me.
"So....we need chips...um...pizza?" Tori asks, scratching her head with her blue pen.
"Um...sure..well, who's coming?" I ask, orange juice leaking from the corners of my mouth. Such a dork. And clumsy at that.
Tori giggles, "Ha, hey Dustin, need a bib?" She smacks my leg.
"Oh! Hey, that's funny!" I mock. I wipe my mouth with my hands. Tori scribbles something down in her party planner. I don't bother to lean over her shoulder and read it. I sit, quietly, drinking my juice. The TV is on mute for reasons I totally forgot, and I stare at the soundless screen.
"Ok..pizza's good then. We can just oder as many pies as we'll need." She speaks. And I'm not sure if she's talking to me or to herself. Damn...this is some good ass orange juice....
"You know, this party thing is kinda short notice." I say, still staring mindlessly at the TV screen.
"So, you don't wanna have it?" Tori asks, disappointment in her voice.
"I didn't say all that – but everyone we invite might already have plans or something.." I say.
"Well, did you invite anyone yet?" Tori asks.
"Uh...yeah..." I hesitate.
"What is that??" Tori barks, pointing to the permanent marker on my forearm.
"Um.." I think...I think... should I say that it's a girl I met today at work? Should I lie and say it's a girl for Shane? Oh, man... I don't want anything at all to make Tori think I'm into someone else...not that she'd probably care in the least.
Tori's face grows annoyed and impatient as she studies the black marker, "This is a cell phone number. Who's number is this?" She defensively interrogates.
"Well, see...there was this girl at work today and Shane was really into her, but he was shy, so, he asked me to talk to her for him and she said..um..sure tell him to call me, and then she gave me her number to give to him." Yeah, that'll work. I totally just lied my ass off. And for what, honestly. I mean, Tori is not even my girl.
She's staring at me, blinking her eyes rapidly. She is so not buying any of this. She seems mad at me. "Ok...so, what are you gonna do....give Shane your arm??" Tori's face crinkles. Her sarcastic tone sounds to me like she's a little jealous.
"No..... I just-"I sigh, trying to quickly add something more believable to my story.
"So, you're telling me...that at Storm Chargers, you couldn't find anything for her to write her number on? A post it? A piece of receipt tape? Nothing at all?" Tori shakes her head.
"Um...."
"Whatever Dustin." She goes back to her notebook.
Awkward silence, once again, fills the room. After about a minute and a half, I can't take the sound of Tori's angry pen scraping the paper. I grab the remote and un-mute the TV.
"Ugh, thanks!" Tori, seemingly angry at me, right now, gets up and walks into her room, slamming the door. Shocked, confused, and weirded out, I look at her bedroom door, puzzled.
"Ok...what the hell was that all about?" I whisper to myself, getting up to refill my glass with more O.J.
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I stare at my arm. Still, almost fresh, untouched inked numbers. I hold my cell phone in my other hand. What to do...what to do...
Should I call her? She said to call her tonight, but, what would I say? I mean, at least at the party there'd be more people around and it wouldn't be as awkward and nerve-racking. Ughh...but, what would I say? Man, I have a real big tendancy of saying the most air-headed things. I'd ruin it if I opened my mouth.
I look at the time. It's 12 AM on the dot. Maybe its too late to call her...I'm in my bed with my TV on and tuned to the cartoon network. The Powerpuff Girls, to be exact. The lights are out and I don't feel sleep taking over anytime soon. Well, here goes absolutely nothing...my heart beats faster as I punch in each number...oh boy...
Ring...once.
Ring...twice...
Ring...three rings...
Maybe I'll get her voicemail..
"Hello?" A soft, breathy voice answers. Oh, dude...she picked up..don't say something stupid...act natural...
"Hi..Ivette?" I ask, already feeling dumb.
"Speaking. Who's this?" She seems to already have a clue who I am.
"Dustin.. I .. I..met you at Storm Chargers today." I say. Oh...what a chump!
"Hey, Dustin! I thought you forgot about me... I was really sad." Ivette's voice is so soothing.
"No...no way! So, uh... I didn't wake you did I?" Man, I suck at this.
"Nope... I'm just laying in bed watching some TV." She sighs.
"Hey, me too! Cool." Ugh..what a loser!!
"Really?" Ivette laughs, "Whatcha watchin'?"
"Uh..." I hurry to change the channel, embarrassed to let her know I was watching cartoons. "Um..." I stop at an old western. Looks kinda cheesy but, whatever, "Some western flick...not sure the name of it."
"Cool..I'm watching music videos. I love music." Ivette says, happily.
"Oh, me too." I agree.
"What music you like?"
"Um...all kinds...but mostly hardcore." I say, "And punk."
"Awesome! Me too!!" Ivette giggles, "So name some of your favorite bands.. This will definitely determine if I like you or not.."
"Uh..." Dammit! This is a trick question... "Lets see....UnderOATH ..um..Alexisonfire ... Evergreen Terrace... Blink is cool I guess..."
"Coheed and Cambria?????" Ivette asks.. Dude.. That's Tori's favorite band... um.. I gotta say I like them...
"Yes! Of course!" I lie.
"Ha! Yeah I like you!" She laughs.
"Yeah.. I kinda noticed you were a Coheed fan from the patch on your bag." I say.
"Oh, so you did check me out, huh?" Ivette flirts.
"Um...well..." I stutter.
"You're so adorable." She says, "It's ok... I was checkin' you out, too."
Oh, man...what do I do? I'd totally be all over this if I wasn't madly in love with Tori. The last thing I want to do is lead Ivette on and hurt her. And the worst thing is, if Tori doesn't feel the same way about me, then I'm totally gonna miss out on having a serious chance with Ivette. Is it just me, or do I never know what the hell to do in any situation?? Damn love! It sucks!
"Oh...really? That's awesome." The only words I could think of.
"So, Friday's the party, huh?" Ivette asks.
"Yup." Wow, I couldn't say anything better than that?
"Can I see you before then? Like, tomorrow?" She is so sweet. I can't tell her no...nor do I want to...but....
"Well, I work all day tomorrow.." I try to make an excuse..tell her the truth, but an excuse.
"Well how about after work?" Ivette persists.
"Um..."
"C'mon, Dustin.......Pweeaaseee!" She pleads.
"Ok..sure.. I get out at 9" Ahhhh, so much for excuses..
"Ok, then.. I'll see ya there."
"At Storm Chargers?" I question, not sure I understand what's going on.
"Yeah, silly!" Ivette giggles, "You're so cute!"
"Um..ok.." I feel my cheeks blush.
"See you tomorrow." Ivette says.
"Tomorrow." I reassure.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
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Wow, that wasn't so bad, was it? My heart, still beating like crazy. I lay back and comfortably rest my head on my pillow. Ivette seems awesome... but my mind floats right back to Tori. I miss her already, and she's only in the next room. Her room. I wonder if she's asleep... I wonder if she'll come sleep next to me tonight..maybe she's still mad at me. But I didn't do anything! Girls are weird, dude....Tori got way jealous of Ivette writing her number across my arm.
Sleeping next to Tori two nights in a row was starting to spoil me. I want her next to me right now. If she could climb into my bed at night, then why couldn't I climb into hers? I'm going through 'Tori Withdrawal'.... I roll out of my bed and carefully make my way, through the dark living room where Shane is asleep, to Tori's bedroom door. Maybe I shouldn't go in there..maybe I should just abort the mission.. I sigh, holding the door knob, my head against the door. Oh, well.... I got nothing to lose.. I open the door slowly and make my way into her room...