A/N: Well, I'm finally UPDATING!! WOOT WOOT!! XD Yippee! I hope y'all like this one, it's kind of random, but I like it, lol! BEWARE: Excessive amounts of randomness, slashy references, and a little too much obsessing over one's ass. Enjoy! (Oh, and by the way, I know Dave has two P.O.V's this chapter, but I didn't realize that until I sat down to type this, so…yeah. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! LOL)
One of Those Days-Ch. 14
DAVE
"Oh, I just can't WAIT to be king!" Izzy sang, as she flew around my kitchen like a superball.
"King of the karaoke stage, no doubt?" I chuckled.
"You know it!"
I had invited Izzy over to help me pick out an outfit to wear to The Human Music Box that night, and I did NOT want to look like an Abercrombie and Fitch model.
Which I couldn't, since I don't own any of their clothing.
But anyways…
"So, Dave, I was thinking" Izzy said, and I snapped my attention back to her. "I was thinking, since you don't wanna look uber-preppy, why don't we go with jeans, some type of sneakers (of which I've noticed you have six pairs), and that Dashboard shirt you're hiding at the back of your closet."
"Sure" I said. "As long as I don't look like an A&F model, I'm good."
"Since I'm not really a fashionista, feel free to tweak this" she laughed, pulling out the clothes she'd selected. When I was done, she spun me 360 a couple of times before she was totally satisfied.
"O…K! Not skater punk, but definitely not Abercrombie, which is good, right?"
"Right!" I affirmed. Actually, I was secretly rather pleased. The shirt showed off my arms, which I'd toned with some weight lifting and shot putting back in Chicago.
"So…I'll pick you up at 8, OK, Izzy?" I said, snapping my attention back to the present.
"OK" she said, smiling and giving me a hug. "And don't worry. Once Blink has a beer, he loosens up, and he's a lot easier to get along with. It'll be great! Come on, you've gotta take me home so I can get ready!"
And she dragged me out by one arm to my Taurus, singing 'Defying Gravity' all the while. However, she only knew about half the words, so it sounded like, "Just you and I! Defying gravity! Yadda yadda yadda, defying gravity! And you can't pull me down!"
So I drove her home, and then pulled my cell phone out to call Spot. He answered on the second ring: "This had better be damn good; I'm in the middle of a cheese fries induced orgasm here."
I laughed out loud. Gah, he cracks me up. "Heya, Spotty, how's it rollin'? Is that Blink I hear in the background?"
"Ummm…yeah, yeah it is. My mom!" he stage-whispered to the others. He paused a few moments before speaking again. "Yeah, that was Blink. What's up, Davey-boi?"
"You guys coming to The Human Music Box with us tonight?" I asked.
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Good. Actually, I was calling 'because I had a question about my hair."
"What?"
"How should I fix it? I'm not good at this kind of thing! Usually I just comb it and go."
"Dude, I can barely do my own hair, let alone someone else's. Ask Liz, hold on a second, and I'll give her the phone."
There was silence, a muffled protest, and then: "Aunt Kelly, I'm SOOOO sorry I lied! It was wrong and I'll never do it again and"-
"It's me, you moron!" I laughed, cutting her off in mid-sentence. "Are you away from Blink?"
"Yeah. Dave?! WTF?! Spot said it was his mom"-
"Well, I guess he lied" I said, cutting her off again.
"Ya know, you have a very annoying habit of cutting me off" she remarked. "Maybe with Blink's tongue in your mouth, it won't happen quite so much."
"LIZ!" I spluttered, wondering if she was a mind-reader."
"You can't deny it, you're not tryin' to hide it!" she sang.
"Can we get back to the issue? I had a question about my hair."
"Shoot."
"What should I do with it? HELP!"
She laughed. "All men are hopeless when it comes to their hair. You've got gel, root spray, and stuff like that, right?"
"Yeah."
"Tell you what. I'll ride the subway back with Tweedledee and Tweedledum, get my car, and then I'll come over and help you with your hair. Sound good to you?"
"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK"-
"Aw, shaddup" she said, but she was laughing. "We were about to leave anyways, so I'll see in about 45 minutes, 'K?"
"OK" I said, feeling relieved.
"Gotta go, Davey-boi, Spot's yelling at me to, and I quote, 'Give him back his fucking phone, ya lunatic!' See ya later."
"See ya" I said, and disconnected. True to her word, 40 minutes later, her green minivan came roaring up my driveway, 'Defying Gravity' blaring out of the speakers.
Damn, what is it with people and that song lately?
"Make way for Frederick Fekkai's little sister! HAHA!" she said, laughing.
"Who's Frederick Fekkai?" I asked, leading her to the bathroom.
"And you call yourself a gay man." Then she saw what must've been a blank look on my face.
"He's a stylist."
"Oh."
She plunked me down in front of the bathroom mirror, and ran a couple of her fingers through my hair.
"Pass me the root spray, Dave" she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. She doused my roots, and then used her fingers to scrunch my hair.
"What…what're you doing?" I asked nervously, since I didn't have a clue.
"You have shape, but NO volume whatsoever. So…I'm scrunching! I wish Izzy was doing this, hair is NOT my thing. She is SO much better at this than me at this kind of thing." She finished scrunching, then stepped back to admire the effect.
OK, at this point, I suppose I should mention that I have naturally curly hair. And when it's humid, like in September in New York so often is, it gets frizzy. And all she'd done with the scrunching was increase the natural frizziness. She, of course, started to crack up. I was not amused.
"Shut up!" I snapped, getting a comb wet and running it through my hair. This, of course, only made it frizzier, making her laugh all the harder.
"OK, OK, shut up, it ain't that funny!" I said, pushing her out of my bathroom.
"Oh, come on, Dave, its funny!" she laughed.
"What's Izzy's number? You said she's better at this hair thing, right?"
"Yeah." She rattled it off, still chuckling softly. "Gotta jet, Davey-boi, I'm picking up Blink up at 7:45, and it is now 6:15, so I've got an hour-and-a-half to shower, change, and scarf something down for dinner. This should be interesting."
"Yeah. I've gotta call Izzy, and see if she can help me with my newly found 'fro." This brought on a fresh wave of laughter from her, causing her to almost fall down the stairs.
"Bye, Davey" she managed to get out between bursts of giggles. I heard her car start up, 'Defying Gravity' resumed playing, and she drove away. I sighed, and picked up my phone to call Izzy.
BLINK
"IN A LITTLE WHILE! SURELY YOU'LL BE MINE! IN A LITTLE WHILE I'LL BE THERE!" God, I love U2...
But that's not the point, though the song did fit the occasion. I was kind of dancing around to my CD with U2 and Queen on it, while I was supposed to be getting dressed.
I'm kind of strange that way.
I glanced at the clock. 7:03. Liz would be here in 42 minutes, and I still needed to eat something. So I paraded downstairs to the kitchen, found my good friends the Nacho Cheese Doritos, and made a microwave pizza to go with them.
At 7:50, by my watch, Liz pulled up, and we drove off in the direction of the East Village. When we got there, the place was hoppin', not all that unusual for a Saturday night. I mean, my uncle runs a pretty bitchin' bar, if I do say so myself.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my midsection, cutting off my air supply.
"BLINKERS!! HOW'S IT GOIN'?"
"Great, Specs" I managed to choke out between gasps.
There's something I need to mention about Specs: He's more random than Izzy, and that's saying a lot. So, I've gotten used to this, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it.
"Hey, Specs, you're cutting off his windpipe" said Dave, laughing and prying Specs off of me.
"Gracias" I said, as a reflex.
"De nada" he replied, picking up my Mets hat, which had fallen to the
ground after Specs had tackled me.
I caught my breath when our eyes met.
He had a really tight ass, which was shown off by a pair of tight jeans, and…he was a Dashboard fan!
HELL YEAH!!!
Eventually, I tore my eyes from Dave's ass, and we found seats and got drinks.
"Who's gonna go first?!" I asked, bouncing up and down from nervous energy.
"I think Dave should" Izzy said, laughing and slapping Coin a high-five.
Dave turned bright pink, but more from surprise than anything, I think.
"OK" he said, smiling at her, winking at me, and then going over to the sign-up table. There wasn't a huge line; a lot of people just come to watch.
"Up next, we have David Jacobs!" came the voice of Jaime, the announcer. She's my Uncle Jeff's girlfriend, but she still gets paid. She's pretty cool. Anyways, Dave was up there, fidgeting with the hem of his T-shirt, waiting for the music to come on. When it did, I recognized it instantly.
And my heart stopped.
It was a slow song, almost a ballad, with a heavy guitar and piano opening, what some would call 'poignant'. And when he started to sing, in a beautiful tenor voice, I was gone. I melted into a little puddle.
"Good morning, beautiful. How was your night? Mine was wonderful, with you by my side, and when I, open my eyes, and see your sweet face, it's a
Good morning beautiful day."
And as I sat there and listened to him sing, I realized something. If I wasn't before, I was now.
I was head-over-heels in love.
Oy vay.
I need a drink.
COIN
"Woo-hoo! Go Dave!"
After he'd finished singing 'Good Morning Beautiful' jaw-droopingly well, Liz and Sapphy got up to sing 'Defying Gravity', 'because they both agreed it was the best song ever. My favorite part is the crescendo: "Just you and I, defying gravity! With you and I, defying gravity! They'll never bring us down!" Their voices just kind of…meshed.
"So if you care to find me!" Liz belted. "Look to the Western skies! As someone told me lately, everyone deserves a chance to fly!"
They'd drawn straws, and Liz had gotten to be Idina, much to Sapphy's chagrin.
"Tell them how I'm defying gravity! I'm flying high, defying gravity! And soon I'll match them in renown!"
She went into a little dance, which made Dutchy roll his eyes and grin, Sapphy look horrified, and Izzy and burst out laughing.
"No one mourns the wicked, so we've got bring her…"
"Aaaaaah!"
"Down!"
The song ended with a crash, and they both went into huge, dramatic bows.
"In all fairness, Sapph" Liz said as they took their seats, "You Idina more justice than I do. I just…got lucky."
"Yeah, you're right. Idina is my goddess, I do her more credit."
"Don't let it go to your head!" she joked. "I do a mean Ashlee Simpson."
"Yeah, in your demented mind!" snickered Race. She punched him in the arm, and he started cussing in Italian.
Which, of course, caused Izzy to start cooing and fussing over him?
She's such a Jewish mother.
"So, who's next?" Sapphy asked, knocking back her shot of tequila.
"Um…I guess I'll go" said Snitch, blushing all over. Skitts hadn't come with him, which was weird enough, but he's usually quite introverted.
We all cheered him as he walked away, looking quite apprehensive. When he got up onstage, he looked like he was drowning in the spotlight.
Then the music started, soft and steady.
"One song, glory. One song, before I go. Glory! One song to leave behind! Find-one song, one last refrain. Glory! From the pretty boy front man, who wasted opportunity?"
Our whole table had gotten hold of matches and were waving them around, since we were a little short of lighters for 15 people.
On the stage, Snitch had visibly relaxed, and he really seemed to be getting into it.
"Time flies! And then no need to endure anymore! Time dies…"
He walked off the stage to thunderous applause, cheers, and whistles.
"Hey, Snitch, that was really good" said Blink, plunking a Shirley Temple down in front of him. Snitch refuses to drink anything but Shirley Temples but he usually ends up pouring a little bit of someone else's drink in it.
"Thanks" said Snitch, downing half in one gulp. "Now. Which of you puny mortals dare to follow in the illustrious footsteps of RENT?!"
DAVE
Liz went, then Blink. Liz was OK, she sang "Love Me For Me" by Ashlee Simpson, and she kept glancing pointedly at Dutchy, who seemed absolutely clueless.
But she's not important right now. (Wow, she'd castrate me if she heard me say that…)
But when Blink went, it was just…indescribable. He had a rich bass voice that could go from loud to soft in an instant. He sang "When Someone Like You Loved Me" from Jekyll and Hyde, and I saw more than one knowing look being passed around the table.
And they were right. I had it bad.
The thought scared me, so I went to the bar and got another beer.
I shouldn't have done that.
But I wouldn't know that 'till later. As in, too late. 'Cause that was my third beer.
On stage, Blink was winding down. "My heart's taken wing, and I feel so alive! 'Cause someone like you…loved me."
He bowed, and did a rather manly twirl off stage. This, of course, sent me into hysterics.
Liz and Izzy looked at me with their eyebrows raised. "Dave, it wasn't that funny" Liz said, peering at me. "How much have you had to drink, anyway?"
I gestured to my bottle. "Three."
"You might wanna lay off, Davey" said Blink, sitting down next to me. "We don't want you to end up in the hospital again, now, do we?"
In answer, I just gulped down the rest of my beer. Liz sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Whoa" I said, clutching my head. "I feel kinda…woozy…"
"Dave?!" I heard someone say.
"Oh, fuck this, not again!" someone exclaimed.
"Dave! Dave! Can you hear me?!" Blink yelled. Don't ask me how I know, I just did.
And that was all I heard.
Then the world went black.
A/N: Wow, it's been awhile since I updated, but they'll forgive me…right?
((crickets chirp))
((Elbows muses)) RIGHT?!
Asshole!Race: Dunno why they would. I sure wouldn't.
Dutchy!muse: Well, that's you, ya weirdo! ((hugs me))
SexyBlink!muse: Yeah! ((kicks Race!muse))
All right, all right, you guys, break it up! Hopefully they'll forgive me for taking so long to update. And if they don't…well, whatever. On to shoutouts!!
All!muses: YEAH, SHOUTOUTS!!!
SHOUTOUTS:
Saturday: I got "How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb" for Christmas! WHEE!! Anyways…yeah, hope you enjoyed RENT. HAPPY NEW YEAR!! (Wow, your shoutout is short…but usually it's long, so it's OK. LOL! Thanx for reviewing!)
Sapphy: Hope you don't mind you sang Glinda's part; I really did flip a coin to see who would sing whose part when I got to writing that part. Did you have a good Christmas? Mine was cool, I got a computer for my room out of it (trying to hook up the Internet so I don't have to go downstairs to update, though)! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Depends Solomon: Hey, have you read my marching band story? It's rather…interesting, to say the least, lol! Something definitely happened with Dave and Blink this chapter, and something ELSE happens next chapter! LOL! WHEE! (Wow, I'm high on caffeine, it is now… (Looks at computer clock)…1:43 a.m., CST, January 2, 2005. (Wow…2005...where'd '04 go? LOL) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Erin Go Bragh: (see the beginning of previous shoutout) Anyways…I can't think of what else to type, so…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Ccatt: (sings loudly and off-key) THIS IS MY UPDATE, HOPE YOU LIKE IT! LALALALALALALALALALALA…
All!muses: (die from the horribleness of it all)
ME: Screw you all.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Elvenrarehunter: Your Skittas!muse really needs to come back, he's quite amusing, and he makes your reviews really funny. (They're fine by themselves, he just makes them better, lol). HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
A/N: Wow, it's only been…FOREVER since I updated, so I hope y'all can forgive me!
Asshole!Race: Didn't we go through this…(checks) half a page ago?!
Me: Shut up, you asshole.
Asshole!Race: (proudly) That's me name, don't wear it out!
Other!muses: (tackle Asshole!Race)
Me: It's dealing with a bunch of five-year-olds. Seriously, though, reviews would be MUCH appreciated, or even two…not that I'm begging for attention, or anything…(shifty eyes)…OK, so I am. No flames though, por favor, 'cause that would be like finding out…like finding out my friends are moving to Iowa and never coming back.
AS I LIVE AND BREATHE!! AN UPDATE!!
Love you, Eric!
Love,
Liz