Title: Dancing Without the Rain
Rating: PG-13
Summary: All she ever wanted was to be left alone. All he ever wanted was not to be with someone who would reject him. Fate ignored their unsubtle requests, and together, they may be in for more then they expected.
Categories Romance/Humour
Disclaimer: You know there's a funny story relating to this. You see; my great aunt's cousin by marriage twice removed had a friend whose daughter...
A/N: Wow, one chapter and already so much support! I am really flattered; seriously, the only reason I am updating so fast is because my head is too swollen to fit through the door! I love you all very much, and I hope you keep reviewing. Remember, the bigger my head gets, the more I am confined to writing on Microsoft Word.
Chapter Two
Kel asks a question, and Neal…Lets Not Go There
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Kel sat at the dinner table, it was Owen's turn to cook tonight, and so all senses were on high alert for the little things that prevented Owen's cooking from reaching perfection. Things like mixing up the sugar and salt, putting in watered down syrup instead of Soy Sauce…putting chopped watermelon into the frying pan instead of the raw meat –It turned brown with the syrup anyway, so was he really to blame for not noticing? – Little things.
Fortunately, Owen had come back from work really tired, and only had the energy to make a quick salad (no dressing except that from the bottle) and put out some re-fried beans and taco shells. Even though he had come into the house singing and dancing until he had heard it was his turn to cook.
Taking her plate from Owen, she asked how his day went. Then his ears turned burgundy and he muttered a "Jolly good," under his breath. Frowning slightly before smoothing it over with her mask, Kel resolved to beat the information from him at the table.
Sitting down at her seat, Kel waited until Lalassa -who was still painfully shy- had stopped blushing at being around so many people, before looking at Owen and saying, quite simply:
"Spill, now."
Looking around like a rabbit searching for an escape hole, but he found no comfort in the faces of his friends. His eyes darted frantically back to Kel, who had raised a delicate eyebrow. The only other sign that her facial expression had changed at all was the tiny quirk in the right corner of her mouth.
"You look exactly like Neal when you do that," said Owen, a half grin flashing across his face, which had stopped looking as 'jolly' as usual a little while back.
"You know," Kel answered, her expression now thoughtful, "I have never actually met this Neal what is he- wait, don't change the subject!"
Silently cursing Kel's ability to not get caught in a trap – something he was certain that she had learned in 'Teachers School' – Owen bit the bullet.
"There is this girl, her name is Isabelle, she works in accounting, and we got to talking at lunch time and she's really great! Funny, pretty, and really smart, the problem is though, the fact that she gets nervous a lot…and when she does she goes all…serious."
The last word was uttered in a whisper. Owen could deal with most things, anger, depression, fits of insanity, but seriousness was a totally foreign concept to him.
"It gets worse," Owen admitted, looking very intently at the blue leaves that decorated the rims of his plate, "she likes suave, charming guys. I mean me? Charming? I haven't even got the guts to ask her out because I know it will end in tears. But…I really like her."
Kel fiddled with her fork for a moment, before deciding to give Owen what he was silently asking for; their blessing- literally.
"Let us pray," said Kel, taking the hands of a smirking Clean and Roald. When everyone on the table was holding hands, Kel continued, "please O Mighty One, bless Owen Jesslaw with charm, spunk, game -and generally all the things that separate him from his lady love- immediately."
There was another moment of silence and then-
"Okay, okay, enough blasphemy, let's eat!"
Just before they were about to tuck in though, Cleon's mobile phone began blaring 'Mission Impossible'.
"That'll be Neal," groaned Cleon, abandoning the table.
"How do you know?" Lalassa asked
"I reserve the Mission Impossible ring tone for Neal only. It suits him," came the reply, "Hello Neal."
While the idea of identifying the people in you life through a ring tone, was causing the other people on the table to pass around 'looks', Kel however did nothing. After all, she did have the Adam's Family reserved for the members of her kooky group.
"Okay, fine…jus- just- okay! Fine man, I'll be there." Cleon snapped his phone shut. "Look, I have to go, don't wait up."
"Dumped someone again?" Roald asked, an eyebrow raised
"In one,"
With a curt nod, Cleon grabbed his wallet, keys, and phone, and performed a complex maneuver which enabled him to stuff them into his coat pocket while putting it on at the same time. Necessaries done, he waved and strode out the door.
Dinner finished without much more trouble, and then everyone went off to do their separate things. Kel just went to her room, and bathed for about an hour, washing away all the stress the day had brought. Stepping out of her tub, Kel slipped into her panties, and pulled a REALLY big t-shirt over her head. It was grey, and covered her thighs, which was something to say for it considering how tall Kel was. Padding across the room, Kel slid in between her bed sheets, loving the liquid feel as the white silk slid and pooled around her bare legs.
As she put her head down against the pillow, the darkness at the edges of her brain cloaked her mind in a way not unlike her duvet.
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"So, that's what happened," a very very very tipsy Neal concluded, hiccupping a bit. He was by no means a man who couldn't hold his liquor, but the combined efforts of the drinks he'd had before the date, during the date, waiting for Cleon, and telling the story had worn him out.
Rolling his eyes, Cleon couldn't help but snap, "You have to get over this Yuka, yuni-"
"Yuki?"
"Yeah, this Yuki girl," signaling for a check Cleon continued his rant, the alcohol making him more loose tongued, "she's just done you in man, no girl is ever going to be able to be 'the one' you keep ranting about unless you give her a chance!"
"But their so…schilly," said Neal, his distaste evident even through his slurs, "I, want a girl hoosh…Shexy..Tough…Bitesh back ya know?"
Realising how badly Neal was slurring, Cleon paid the bill and set off on his quest: 'Bring Neal Home without Him Puking on You'
It was going to be a long night.
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Class 49 had been spreading their news among themselves like wildfire. A Teacher? Hadn't they made it clear they didn't need one? Well, whatever happened, they were going to fix this little 'issue'.
A/N: REVIEW!!!!!!!!! BUT ALSO REMEMBER: this was a very rare thing for me; I don't usually update THIS fast. Expect the next chapter to come after a longer period of time.
