Authors crazy ranting Pre-fic: Wow! I got reviews! GO ME! Flags and confetti flags and confetti! Oh happiness of happiness. Now I could probably get away with that first chapter being a one shot (if it was revised slightly) but I decided to carry on and create a chapter story with it gasps. So here we go, diving into the second chapter of Blind Date; In Which Eraya Eats Ice Cream and Not Much Else Happens.
Blind Date
Eraya sat on the couch in her apartment staring at the black screen of the TV. Her periwinkle eyes were glazed over and shinny. The TV stared back at her as only an inanimate object could stare. Its blank black screen offered the blond no comfort or entertainment as she slowly devoured each bite of her ice cream. She held each bite in her mouth as it slowly melted into a puddle of silken goodness in her mouth before she swallowed; savoring every little piece.
She had been craving this particular flavor of ice cream for nearly two days. And now….now it was hers, her own. Never would she parted from it until every little scoop of ice cream was gone, hell she would like the inside of the carton if she had to. Rayel had refused to go to the store last night after her date, claiming that she had to be at work early the next morning and need to sleep. Eraya knew this was crap, Rayel never went to work any earlier than noon. So the poor blonde had to suffer away in the night, all alone in her cold lonely bed with only her teddy for comfort.
She had to wait until eight o'clock at night, when Rayel finally came home from work, for her precious ice cream. The same ice cream which Quatre had been eating that fateful night, the night when one of Rayel's dates worked. Eraya licked the back of her spoon, coming out of her reverie long enough to hear the said woman singing off key in the shower.
Eraya winced slightly, her friend had a beautiful voice but she could not sing on key to save her life. She was either horribly flat or piercingly sharp, but never in between. She was about to go back into her comatose state when a most disturbing and shrill noise cut through the air. Eraya jumped, her spoon jarring against her teeth. What the hell was that? she thought wildly. The noise came again, this time from two places; the kitchen and just behind the couch.
"Eraya, can you get the phone?" Rayel called from the bathroom.
Eraya blinked as the phone rang again. She narrowed her blue eyes and glared at the contraption sitting on a table behind the couch across from her. It rang again and Eraya was content to let the answering machine to pick it up.
There was blessed silence for a few minuets and Eraya dug into her ice cream again, the sweet flavor of Maine Black Bear blossoming on her tongue.
"Er…Hello? Eraya? This is Quatre, from last night." Eraya launched off the chair, still clutching her ice cream in her hand. "I was just calling to…ah confirm our plans for next Friday night."
Eraya flew across the room and dived on to the couch and grabbed the cordless phone.
"Quatre!" she cried into the receiver.
There was silence on the other end, and Erayas heart sank into her stomach. But then…
"Hello?"
"Quatre?"
"Yeah," the man on the other end sounded relived. "I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to get a hold of you."
Rayel wrapped her towel around her torso and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door open so that the room would cool down and the steam would evaporate. She paused when she saw her room mates feet dangling over the edge of the couch, the ice cream abandoned on the light stand still half full.
"Oh I know!" Eraya practically squealed.
Rayel rolled her eyes, she was probably on the line with a guy either that or she was talking to Sharnay down stairs.
Rayel shook her head and moved on into her room where she toweled her hair dry and slipped into her pajamas. She honestly didn't see what was so great about guys, sure they were fun to hang out with sometimes (mostly since they never dragged her off to go shopping), and they were most definitely fun to fool around with. But other than that they had no good attributes that she could see.
She loved her brothers, she understood them, got along with them. In fact she got along with guys wonderfully; it was just when they crossed that little line and become boyfriends that the trouble began. It never lasted any longer than three months, so she had given up dating in her junior year of high school. That was until now when Eraya had ganged up with her eldest brother, Jeremy, and had started planning all these blind dates.
Rayel suddenly sat up straight on her bed where she had been listening to her music. Oh gods, she suddenly thought with a groan, if she's planning another one… Rayel got up and went out of her room and stood in her doorway for a minuet listening to her friend talk on the phone.
"Well, I dunno if that's such a good idea." Eraya was saying " She's what you'd call a real American girl, ya know. She hates dresses….uh huh…yeah, that sounds good…nah, that wouldn't work…No trust me that wouldn't work at all." Her stocking feet bounced up and down over the arm of the couch.
Rayel crossed the room and picked up her friends ice cream, scooped out a spoon full and popped it in her mouth, she smiled when she saw Erayas eyes widen. "Who ya talkin' to?" she asked casually, loud enough for the other person on the phone to hear.
"A friend." Eraya answered smoothly.
Rayel nodded taking another bite of Erayas ice cream, "It's not my brother is it?"
"No."
"Oh, is it anyone I know?"
"Why do you care who I talk to?"
Rayel grinned and held up her hands, spoon in one ice cream in the other. "I just wanted to know. In case I wanted to say hello, don't get all defensive on me."
Eraya sat up and her eyes got big and watery and her lower lip pouted out. "I'm sorry Ray---"
"Nah, never mind. It's all good." Rayel put the ice cream down and walked back towards her room, "Oh and Eraya," she said pausing at the door.
"Yeah?"
"I'm not going on another blind date. So you can tell that poor bastard that he hasn't got a chance in hell." she turned on her heel and slammed the door behind her.
"The jigs up." Quatre sighed on the other end of the phone.
"Oh she'll go." Eraya said a small smile playing on her face.
"She will?" he didn't sound hopeful.
"Of course she will."
"How do you know?"
"Because I am Eraya and I have a secret weapon."
The man on the other end laughed and Eraya smiled triumphantly. Rayel would go whether she wanted to or not.
Rayel stormed over to her bed and threw herself down on it after locking the door. She ruffled through her CDs picking out a heavy metal band, her "angry music" as Eraya liked to put it. She shoved the head phone on and turned the volume up to the loudest.
She had promised that there weren't going to be any more blind dates. She had swore that after the lesbian date that there weren't going to be any more. That was the only real reason she had even agreed to go on it in the first place.
She began banging her head against the pillows in frustration. Stupid Eraya and her stupid blind dates… She lay there staring up at the ceiling occasionally muttering to herself over how much of an idiot she was for ever letting herself getting into this.Why can't she understand that I don't want a boyfriend? I mean it's not as if my happiness revolves around a guy. Rayel sighed again. A small part of her knew that she really didn't mind all of these blind dates. They made Eraya happy. She could amuse herself to no end; finding someone to set her friend up with, spy on them all through out the dinner and then squeeze out all the juicy details out afterwards. It was some sick and perverse pleasure her friend had.
Rayel sighed and rolled over on to her stomach. She had a test tomorrow, she should study. She curled herself around one of her pillows staring at the wall, her backpack laying on the floor below her untouched. Besides she thought If I were to have a boyfriend I would like him to be someone of my own choosing. Like that guy… What was his name again?
Rayel frowned at the wall. He had been cute. No cute wasn't an accurate description… ruggedly handsome? Perhaps. He had had that ruffled, I-just-rolled-out-bed look to him. His brown hair falling over his cold blue eyes. She shivered a little grinning. He had very nice eyes. She smiled stupidly, forgetting about her golden haired friend on the other side of the door, about the next blind date, and her test the next day.
Yeah wow, short aint it? But I can't think of any way I could make it work as one chapter and as Eraya-chan kindly pointed out its been a year since I updated. Yeah I suck. Anywho decided I'd post it as it is and get on with a third chapter…. I wont make any promises but I think that from here on in it should go rather quickly and I could possibly get a few chapters done. Don't hope fer much tho! I'm notoriously bad at updating.
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