A Girls Day Out

Chapter 6: It's Finally Over! Part One

Author's Note: Hello everyone! Well, the last chapter has finally arrived. So sad it's finally over. But, the good news is that this chap. is jam packed with laughs and really long.

I, unfortunatly, had to split this chapter into two parts mainly because the ending is waaayyy to long to be one chapter, and I needed more time to work on it and update it ( I am currently very pressed for time when it comes to writing Fanfiction), so I split the chap into two parts.

I just wanted to say to my reviewers : THANK YOU! Huge thank yous to everyone who reviewed! I loved reading them, and I tried to use all the funny stunts and suggestions you guys sent in. They were really encouraging, and just THANK YOU! So, if you wouldn't mind, please review this story one last time ;) I would just love it if this story got 60 or more reviews!

Also, I will not be doing a sequel to this story, because I can't really drag it out much longer. So I tried to make this last chap as funny as possible. Sorry :) . Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: Anyone out there who truly believes I own POTO is even stupider and/or crazier than I am.
Meg was counting the minutes until 2:00. Since Raoul had come back for the remainder of the afternoon, her life basically plunged back into a living hell filled with agony, torture, pain and misery.

(A.K.A, Raoul was having another make up crisis)

"Meg, which lip gloss goes better with my complexion?"

"Don't know, don't care"

"How about Cheery Cherry?"

"Don't care"

"Mango Mania?"

"Don't care"

" Perky Peach?"

" Raoul, shut up"

"But then I can't put my lip gloss on"

"Auggghhh, how much longer do I have to do this?" Meg groaned, throwing herself onto the bed

" I don't know. But, you have to win"

Meg sat up and looked at Raoul oddly "Why?"

"Because I need to win the b- I mean uhh, I really want you to win. You're so nice"

"Why do you know that I don't?" Meg asked suspiciuosly"Whoa, that sounded really retarded"

"Nothing. I just, uhhh, don't want Christine to come back just yet"

"Oh. Okay"

"So, which lip gloss?"

"Just pick one already"

Raoul gasped "I can't 'just pick one'! It's LIP GLOSS! This is a major decision that takes great consideration and preparation and- wait, what was I talking about again?"

"You were about to go get me some ice cream from the kitchen" Meg said

"Oh right. Okay" Raoul skipped down the stairs and returned five minutes later with an empty ice cream bowl and a chocolate mustache

"Where's my ice cream?" Meg asked

"Oh, that. I got hungry on the way back up the stairs, so I ate it"

"Moron"

"Thanks!"

"Go get me more"

"Okay"

So, Raoul came back up and he and Meg went through the same scenario three times, and by then Raoul had a major tummy ache from eating three bowls of ice cream and running up four flights of stairs, and the results weren't pretty.

"Meg, my tummy hurts" Raoul moaned, lying on the floor

"Then quit eating all my ice cream you dummy"

"Christine always rubs my tummy and sings stuff to me when my tummy hurts"

"Do I look like Christine?"

"No, Christine's way more pretty than you are"

Meg glared at him "What did you say?"

"I said ' No, Christine's way more pretty than you ar- oh, whoops"

So, Meg, (taking after her mother) got her really heavy purse and hit Raoul with it about eight times. By then, Raoul was screaming like a girl and Meg was exhausted. And, Raoul's tummy still hurt, so Meg had to (attempt) to pick him up, put him on her lap, and sing to him while rocking him back and forth.

"All right you baby, is your stupid tummy okay now?"

"No"

"Well, what else do I have to do to get you to SHUT UP!"

" Rock me up and down"

"Oh, god, what next?" she groaned

But, since Raoul was so heavy, she ended up dropping him on the floor and God forbid, Raoul feel on two tubes of lip gloss and one of his concealers.

"NOOOO!" he wailed "They're gone! I can't believe it! How could you? You killed them, you, you lip-gloss murderer!"

"Oh suck it up, you fop. It's only lip gloss"

Raoul glared at her while cradling his smashed lip gloss tubes "Only lip gloss? ONLY LIP GLOSS! Do you know how much each of these lip gloss meant to me? They were special friends to me. I loved them more than anything!"

"Oh for God's sake, it's makeup! Don't have a heart attack. Sheesh"

"You don't understand! I loved my makeup more than anything!"

"More than Christine?"

"Yeah! Uh,I mean, NO. I loved them both the same."

"Of course you do"

"I can't even believe you would think I love my makeup more than my wife! (Even if I really do)"

" All right that's it" Meg groaned. She started to stomp down the stairs "I've had it. Twenty-four hours of dealing with the most idiotic fop on the face of the earth, his over emotional wife and his incredibly hot but ridiculous phantomlike best friend! It's a wonder I'm not insane! I can't take another minute of this!"

Raoul gasped "What do you mean?"

Meg grabbed her coat from the closet "I can't rake it anymore! I don't care about the consequences or how much humiliation Christie will put me through I'VE HAD IT! I'm forfeiting this stupid bet and I don't care if I lose!" She started to open the door

Raoul,somehow made the connection that if Meg lost this bet, that meant he would lose the bet he made with Erik and Erik would call him all those mean names again. Raoul ran to the door in front of Meg and blocked her way out

"Wait! Meg, you can't leave! Please, don't leave yet! You'll lose the bet!"

"So? What do you care?"

"Because, then I'll lose the bet I made t- I mean, you can't lose the bet! You worked so hard! And besides, Christine will never let you forget it!"

Meg thought for a moment "True"

"Yeah! You can't just quit!"

"And I also can't stand another minute dealing with you or I'm gonna be sick!"

"I promise I'll be really good! I won't drive you nuts anymore! Pleeeeasssee? Pretty please? With some, uh, some of that ballet crap you like on top?"

"Well, all right. but only until 2:00. The minute it's 2:00, you go right back to Christine and out of my hair."

"Deal"

"All right. It's only a few more hours until 2:00. Until then, we're going to have some fun" Meg said, with an evil glare in her eye.

Two hours later, Raoul was exhausted. He'd had to do every single thing Meg asked to get her not to lose the bet. And she asked for a lot of stuff, including a shopping spree on Raoul's MasterCard, a movie, and a dancing class. When they got back home, she made Raoul do all the housework while pampering her and finally, had him dance around in a ballet costume while singing the words" I'm A Girly Fop" to the melody of "I'm A Little Teacup" for her own sick amusement.

Eventually, 1:30 rolled around and Meg and Raoul were intently watching the clock, counting the minutes until two. But, since Raoul couldn't tell time, this proved to be quite a problem

"Meg, is it 2:00 yet?"

"No Raoul"

"Okay."

--Three seconds later--

"Meg is it 2:00 yet?"

"No Raoul"

--One minute later--

"Meg, is it 2:00 yet?"

"No, Raoul!"

--One minute, thirty-four seconds later--

"Meg, is it 2:00 yet?

"For the last freakin' time, you idiot, NO it is NOT 2:00 yet!"

"How about now?"

"Uggggh! That is it! Come on, you moron, we're leaving!"

"What?" Raoul asked, confused as usual as Meg started dragging him out the door to the car

"I don't give a shit whether or not I win this bet anymore. Christine must have been out of her mind when she married you! I can't stand being around you another minute! And I don't care what I lost from this bet! We're going back to the Opera House and I guess I've lost the bet now, but guess what: I DON'T CARE!"

"Meg, don't you wanna think about it more? I mean, come on, you're gonna make me lose my be- Never mind. But, please, don't quit! Pleeeeasssseee!"

"Oh, would you shut up already? Just get in the car!" Meg jumped in and threw Raul in while she started revving up the engine.

"Okay. Wait, what are we doing again?"

" I need a beer" Meg muttered

Christine was absolutely miserable. She knew she only had to make it until 2:00 to win the bet. But, everybody was being so mean to her at ballet class, especially Mme. Giry

Christine had to get up at 5:00 AM to start morning stretches, and she was one very cranky ballerina. Then, at breakfast, she couldn't have anything with a high fat or salt content, since she was watching her figure. So, she had to watch Mme. Giry scarf down a Sausage, Egg and CheeseMcGridle, an Egg McMuffin, some hash browns and some reeeaaaallly strong coffee while she had a salad. Eventually, Christine couldn't take it, and there was a violent death match for the remaining Cinnamon Bun between Christine and Mme. Giry, which Mme. Giry won.

Since Mme. Giry was so high on caffeine, she decided to force Christine to do the chores. But, Christine apparently was cleaning much to slowly for Mme. Giry, so Mme. Giry swiped the supplies out of her hands and ran around like a maniac, cleaning everything in sight. While she was doing that Christine (for once in her life) acted intelligently and snuck off to the rec room to watch Titanic yet again. She got through about two hours of it before Mme. Giry found out what she was up to, beat her violently with her cane, and dragged her back upstairs.

So, after that there was another ballet class, but this one was for young men. Mme. Giry introduced Christine to them, and once again, left to go get even more Starbucks.

Christine stood at the head of the class, very cranky and upset. Half of the boys were waiting impatiently to begin, some were starring off into space, and most of them were starring at Christine's boobs.

"Okay, boys, what do you think we should do today?" Christine asked, very bored and cranky

"Why are you asking us?" one asked

" Because I have no clue what the hell I'm supposed to be doing with you guys."

"You're the teacher, you're supposed to know."

Christine immediately started crying "Oh, so just because I have no clue how to teach ballet because I'm not really a ballet teacher because I'm filling in for my best friend because we made a bet on who could last longer in each other's lifestyles and I don't know what to do with you guys, that means I'm stupid? Just because I'm not that great at ballet doesn't mean I'm dumb! Nobody thinks I'm smart! Nobody likes me, they just like starring at my boobs! Which, by the way is very disturbing."

The boys continued starring as Christine started sobbing and crying like a baby

"Nobody ever takes me seriously! I'm just a pretty girl with a pretty voice that's stupid! Nobody pays attention to me! Everybody just immediately tunes out whenever I start talking! Hey, are you guys even listening to me!"

They continued starring at her boobs, totally not paying attention.

Eventually, Christine calmed herself down. She attempted to start class, even though she had no clue what she was doing. By this time, almost all of the boys were starring at her boobs, and four had given her their cell phone numbers.

"All right, let's begin. Uhh, okay, what the heck are male dancers supposed to do?"

"We don't know. They barely showed any male dancers in the movie."

"So, you guys have no clue what's going on?"

"No idea"

"Greeeeeeaaaaaat"

"So, what are we gonna do until Mme. Giry gets back?"

"Well, you could demand that your substitute shimmies into her Point of No Return dress and starts stripping" a mysteries voice Christine knew was Erik's shouted loudly and evilly from the rafters.

Half the boys stared up at the rafters looking for the Opera Ghost, while the other half looked excitedly at Christine and took Erik's suggestion

Christine was now furious. It was bad enough she couldn't get the boys under control with out Erik interfering again. "ERIK!" she screamed "You had better shut up with the wise cracks about my PONR dress or I'm gonna come up there and kick the crap out of you!"

"Wait, did you just say "You had better shut up with the wise cracks about my PORNO dress! My god, how much of a sicko are you!"

"You idiot! I said P- O- N- R, which is the abbreviation for "Point of No Return" that Phans frequently use instead of writing out "Point of No Return" all the time because Andrew Lloyd Webber had to write such friggin' long song titles!"

"Oh, just wondering, cause it's really hard to hear stuff from up here"

"And if ANYONE is the sicko here, it's YOU Mr. "I'm already engaged to someone else but I'm still obsessed with the girl I never could have who is currently MARRIED!"

"To a fop" Erik added

"Well, yeah, that's true. Hey!"

The class of boys were just standing there, trying to figure out what the heck was going on, who their substitute was shouting to, and wondering why oh why they had to be stuck in a ballet class with an totally insane -but hot- substitute.

"Mlle. Daae, are you okay? Like, uh, mentally?" one boy asked

Christine starred at him "Why? Do you think I'm crazy? Oh my god, you guys think I'm crazy! I can't believe this! How could you say that?"

"Maybe because you are crazy" the boys (and Erik) replied in unison

"Why is everyone so mean to me? Nobody is ever nice to me! Why can't you mean people ever be nice? WHY!"

By this point, the boys were exasperated at the thought of spending two and a half hours with a crazy woman. Erik was ready to pull his hair out since he knew he wasn't making it any easier on Christine and she would probably lose this bet. But hey, tormenting her was too much fun to resist.

A little bit later, Christine had had enough. All the boys did was

A) Stare at her boobs

B) Beg her to go out with them

C) Drive her crazy or

D) Throw various pieces of fruit, spitballs, and their clothing at her. Erik was laughing uncontrollably by now. Christine was frazzled (God forbid) her makeup and hair were a mess and she'd already lost one of her shoes. That, unfortunately was when Mme. Giry decided to come back from her coffee break

"Christine Daae! Boys, stop throwing pieces of fruit and your shirts at her! WHAT IS GOIN' ON HERE!"

Everyone stopped and starred at Mme. Giry, who apparently had had way more than enough caffeine.

"You! Christine, you are such a wimp! My god, when are you ever going to just suck it up and start teaching! I can't believe how irresponsible and stupid you are!"

"I so am not any of those big words you just called me! Erik keeps yelling stuff at me and the boys, the boys listen to him and then everybody yells at me! I didn't do anything! Why does everybody always just blame the stupid, naive, opera singer slash temporary substitute Assistant Ballet Mistress!"

"Because you're stupid, overemotional and you have no clue what you're doing! I have no clue why you though you could actually win this bet! My god, you can't even get through a simple male dance class without sobbing like an idiot! You are such a baby!"

"THAT'S IT!" Christine screamed "I can't take this anymore! I QUIT! I don't care about this stupid bet! Everybody's mean to me: Mme. Giry yells at me and canes me, Erik torments me, and kids are throwing stuff at me and starring at my boobs! I quit!"

Erik stopped laughing immediately. This couldn't be happening. Christine was probably just having another stupid fit of hers.

"I am TOTALLY serious! I QUIT! I'm leaving here!"

Erik couldn't believe it! After all the stuff he'd gone through, Christine was gonna quit! This couldn't be happening! Even worse, this meant Erik was gonna lose his bet! To a fop!

"Christine!" he called out "Don't quit! Keep going! There's only twenty more minutes left! You can't quit"

"Oh shut up already! What's it to you!"

"Because, I am not about to los- let you lose this bet! We- You worked too hard to win!"

"I don't care! I cannot take one more freakin' second of this anymore!"

Erik jumped down from the rafters, nearly giving Mme. Giry (who was yet again working off some excess caffeine by demonstrating a routine in hyper speed) a heart attack which caused her to cane him and make him scream for mercy. He took off running and was momentarily stopped by a glob of boys from the class who were shoving notebooks and tape recorders at him, desperately wanting to know the best ways to seduce a girl and how to attract naive young girls by looking disfigured and yet totally hot at the same time. After Erik shoved them all out of the way, he ran after Christine. She was sobbing like an idiot and running through a secret passageway which lead to... Erik's lair.

"Oh shit" Erik muttered. Christine absolutely, positively, could not go in his lair at that exact minute. He had to stop her!

Too late. Christine flipped the switch and ran into Erik's lair.

"NOOOOOOOO" Erik screamed, diving towards Christine to stop her. He missed and fell headfirst in a heap at Christine's feet. He heard her gasp disbelievingly and start laughing uncontrollably. Erik slowly looked up, cringing at what his lair looked like. There were five sewing and knitting machines, all going crazy and spewing out random pieces of clothing and patterns. There were dozens of crossword puzzle books and unopened knitting and crocheting packages from QVC everywhere. The TV was currently turned on QVC, which just had to be displaying the home interior segment Erik was planning on taping. Erik's latte machine was spewing out stuff everywhere, Erik's phone was off the hook 'cause he forgot to hang it back up after being put on hold for three hours while trying to order more stuff from QVC, and on top of that, Toby Keith's " Who's Your Daddy" was blasting so loud, Erik couldn't hear himself think. He hurriedly lunged for the remote and turned it off.

Christine's jaw was practically on the floor.

And, exactly at that minute, Meg and Raoul came bursting in.

Christine starred at Meg, Meg starred at Christine, and Erik and Raoul both ducked for cover.

"Meg, I cant do this-"

"Christine, I'm gonna lose it-"

"I QUIT!" Christine and Meg both shouted

So, whois finally going to win? How will everyone react to seeing Erik's totally un-phantomly lair? And who will win the bet between Raoul and Erik? You'll just have to wait for Part 2 for the answer to all of these questions and more!

And in the meantime, how about reviewing and seeing if you can predict who will win both bets and everyone's reactions? ;)