Disclaimer: Ok to make up for last chapter! I do not own any of those or these lyrics; also I most assuredly do not own or claim to own these characters.
The next day Clarice awoke to the smell of burnt out peppermint candles, the smell filling her nostrils in smooth wafts. Tiredly she stood and immediately cringed in pain. Squatting to stretch her calf she realized she had slept sitting on it all night. "Damn it" she cussed under her breathe as she stood once again and rubbed her blue eyes with the heel's of her hands. Yawning she went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and her daily energy bar. She hated the damn thing; it tasted like cat shit yet every morning, not to say happily, she ate every bite of one. This morning as she tore into the metallic wrapper the scent of peppermint once again caught in her nostrils. "Peppermint candles? I don't own any peppermint candles!" she dropped the bar with the reorganization and ran into her living room which was smothered in the scent. The room seemed to be lined with candles, tall and short some lit and some smoking. Lying in the center of the room on the floor was a smooth white envelope. She quickly moved to it and began to read.
Dear Clarice,
I must admit that I couldn't resist.
Ta, H.
Her mind raced with ideas of what it could mean. She stared blankly into the room. Maybe that was it, maybe he just meant the room, or maybe he did something to her…with her… She darted to the bathroom and made an overall check of herself. Nothing. She let out a sigh of relief, and slowly trudged back to the kitchen. She yawned as she made her way down the hall and jumped in her own surprise as lyrics danced over her tongue.
Does he love me?
I wanna know!
How can I tell if he loves me so?
She abruptly shut her mouth and tried to cough the words away. She quickly looked for a distraction and was glad to see the light on the message machine blinking a smooth red. She forcefully pushed it and waited for the message to play. It was Ardelia. Just as a smile crept over Clarice's lips she the slipped out once more.
Is It in his eyes?
"Hey girl! It's Ardelia I'm just cheki-" suddenly, in Ardelia's voice the part of the song rang from the machine.
Oh no! You need to see!
Clarice's eyes widen and she began to laugh, not knowing what to else to do. In mid chuckle the lyrics sprang once again.
Is it in his size?
Once again the machine answered.
Oh no! You make believe!
If you wanna know
If he loves you so
Its in his kiss!
Suddenly the doorbell rang. She was caught off guard and in her surprise the song disappeared. She ran to her bedroom and threw a robe on over her pajamas then answered the door. About to great the postman with a smile she began to sing.
That's where it is! Oh yeah! Or is it in his face?
She was embarrassed out of her wits as the post man stared at her bug-eyed. He began to dig through his messenger's bag looking for mail and a package.
No girls its just his charms!
He suddenly threw the all the mail in his hands into the air and started dancing as though he had just one the lottery. He then broke into a form of masculine Ballet and was joined in the front yard by several of her neighbors. They then proceeded to do the hop like in the sixties and danced down the road. It was once again her turn to sing.
In his warm embrace?
The mail man and the neighbors all turned around at the end of the street and began to do cartwheels, back walk overs and other gymnast like stunts and sang louder.
no girls! That's just his arms!
If you wanna know
If he loves you so
It's in his kiss!
The Whole of the neighbor hood that was awake were the postman's back up singers. Everyone either danced in the street, stood at their open doors or hung their head out of an open window singing.
That's where it is!
The post man did a front flip up her front walk and handed her a package and a few letters.
Yeah its in his kiss!
The neighbor hood joined in a chorus of movie proportions.
That's where it is!
Abruptly all of the windows and doors were closed; everyone seemed to disappear in half a second. They were now inside and probably either in pain or deeply confused. She quickly closed her own door and locked it, the mail and package in her hands shaking. "What the hell up with this?"
A/N: Ok then.
