A/N I know it's been like……….two or three months since I've updated. I'm so sorry for any of you how actually LIKED my story, any way on with the show!

Chapter 5

When it Rains it Pours

The storm started right after Kyle scored the winning goal, Meg and I were jumping up down screaming in the rain, not only because we were soaking wet, but because right after he scored the goal he ran over to Meg screaming "That was for you Meg! You're my inspiration!" The he came in really close to her and asked "Will you go on a date with me?" Of course I knew what she'd say, she'd liked Kyle since 1st grade, I knew I had the letters. He was about to say more when Meg put her finger on his lips and kissed him. It was so sweet; he picked her up and started jumping around shouting "Yee HAW!", in the rain.

Soon after the boys changed we headed to the nearest restaurant, a small French café to celebrate the win, and get out of the rain, which was coming down really hard now. The menu was in French, and I got to show off my impressive French speaking skills. Meg and Kyle were attached to the hip, and they literally kissed the whole time we were in the restaurant. They periodically took air breaks and ate a little then returned to the major makeout session.

Of course Raoul and I talked the whole time. It was during the conversation he asked where my father's cross was. I always wear the cross, it belonged to my mother first, after she died my father never took it off, after his death I continued the tradition and never took it off. Immediately my hand went to my neck. The cross, it was gone! My breathing became ragged, then I remembered the fall at the art show. I excused myself from the table, and ran to the subway stop, Raoul followed me.

"Christine, where are you going?"

"Raoul, I've got to run, the building closes at 10:00, its 9:30, I'm sorry"

With that I started running again. He followed me still, I let him, I didn't want to be alone. The city scared me. At the subway station in the big rush, Raoul got on the wrong train. I screamed at him, by the time he saw me, it was too late the train was already moving. I was so scared the subways this late, had really weird people on them. I just started thinking about my necklace soon I was as scared. I waited five minutes for the right train, got on and what felt like in hour later, got off, and started running through the rain to find the building. At 10:00, I found the right building, thankful there was a crowd in the show still. As I walked in I saw the sign "Extended until 11:00" I didn't realize how cold I was until I started looking for Erik. It seemed that all of his paintings were being sold for a lot of money. My favorite portrait had already been sold for 15,000 dollars. It seems, from what I had heard, Erik Savard was New York's most promising young painter. 15,000 for a painting was a bargain according to the buyer. As I looked around for him, I saw one painting I had never seen before; it was of a dark angel comforting a white pure one. The dark angel had a mask on the left side of his face like the other paintings, but the white, had blonde hair, but the face was covered by the dark angel's shoulder, as I looked I was startled by that deep musical voice.

"So you've come back."

I looked into those eyes and melted, finally I answered "Yeah"

"I thought you would come back, it seems when we first met, you left something here. I tried to find you but you had already left." He held up my cross, with a slight smile and said "It looks like you ran through the rain to come back for it, so it must be important." I laughed, "Well I did, I was with some friends and one of them asked where my cross was, I ran most of the way."

"Where were you?"

"L'amour, on 42nd and 6th"

"That was quite a run"

"It was worth it." I said smiling. I think he caught my double meaning because he started to show me around. He was so passionate about his work and the work of others. He would tell my stories behind most of the paintings that were left. His eyes shined when we came back to 'The Angels' as he called it. I asked him why he went By E.S. Phantom. "When I was young, I could disappear without a trace. My Grandmother called me Phantom as kind of a nickname. After my grandmother died I started to paint to help my depression, I would disappear for days at a time just painting, I wouldn't eat or sleep, just paint. My foster parents started to call me a "phantom" too. My first painting sold for 10 dollars, but soon art dealers came looking for me, and soon I was selling paintings for 1,000 dollars or more. It happed so fast, I just called my self phantom, so people would stop asking about my mask, and think I'm a tortured artist, wearing a mask as a stunt for more publicity. It worked."

We talked for over an hour, he was so amazing. He was so into art, it was life. I found out he went to my school for art and music classes. He was already accepted into NYU, and just was taking art, and some music classes for more credit, even though he had all core classes completed. He walked me home, in the rain, with his black umbrella. I was so grateful to him I gave him a kiss on the cheek and we exchanged numbers. Just in case he had any more art shows, or just wanted to talk. I had to admit Erik was my dream guy. He was a genius, who was hot, sensitive, he could sing, play the piano, the violin, and his parents had died when he was very young. So he knew what it was like alone too. When I got inside Meg almost jumped on top of me.

"Where have you been? It's 2 minutes passed your curfew. I though you were dead. Raoul lost you, he came back to us ALONE. Mom almost called the police. AND Why do you look so happy?"

"Meg, I think I'm in love"

A/N Well I'm getting the story worked along now! REVIEW please?