A Girl's Day Out
Chapter Seven: It's Finally Over! Part Two
A/N: Hello everyone! So sad to see it's finally arrived, but here it is, the absolutley, last, final chapter.After this, nothing more. Nada. Zip. Zulch.(I know, I know,I'm way to overdramatic at times, especially when it comes to ending my stories ;) It has been so much fun writing this story and I loved every minute of it! Especially reading all of the reviews . They were really encouraging and helpful at times, and I love them! All of your questions will finally be answered. I hope this story turned out the way everyone hoped it would. So anyway, in case anyone cares, I won't be writing a ton of stories after this. I'm taking a brief break from writing, but I will be working on two or three new stories I hope to publish at a later time. I hope everyone will like this chap, seeing as it is the grand finale, and, please, REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't own it, sob, sob, sob. O.K., on to the story already!
So, beginning from where we last left off:
Christine starred at Meg, Meg starred at Christine, and Erik and Raoul both ducked for cover.
"Meg, I can't do this-"
"Christine, I'm gonna lose it-"
"I QUIT!" Christine and Meg both shouted
Both girls looked at each other in amazement.
"So, who won?" Raoul asked
Nobody answered him.
After a few minutes of confusion and tension, Christine broke down
"I can't take it anymore Meg! You have it so hard!I mean,a caffeine addicted mother constantly yelling at you, girls throwing stuff at you, boys staring at your boobs, Erik tormenting you-"
"Erik never torments me. Erik" Meg said, letting the rest of the sentence trail off suspiciously while glaring at Erik. Erik fiddled with his collar and pretended not to hear Meg.
"I mean, Meg, I can't take it anymore! I QUIT!"
"O.K., fine by me"
Christine and Erik both starred at Meg while Raoul was starring off into space and cluelessly picking his nose.
"Wait, Meg, what were you saying when I screamed I quit?" Christine asked
"Yeah, Meg, what did you say?" Erik asked suspiciously
"I said, ummmm, "Christine, I quit... keeping time! Yeah, that's it. I quit keeping time about an hour ago, so I wasn't sure if it was two o'clock yet, but I'm pretty sure it was. So, I guess I won the bet!"
"Really? Are you sure?" Christine asked
"Positive! I was still in when you quit, so that means, I WIN!"
"Nooo!" Christine wailed
"So" Meg grinned evilly "Christine, since you lost, you have to do whatever I want for a whole month. And I want a lot of stuff"
"Wait one stinkin'minute here Meg. Who said you won the bet?" Erik asked
"What's it to you?"
Now, Erik couldn't very well explain that he wanted Christine to win instead of his finance so he wouldn't lose his bet to Raoul, so he came up with a totally intelligent suggestion.
" Yeah, but Meg, you already have so much brains, beauty and brawn. Winning this bet might be the only thing Christine's got going for her. And plus, her boobs are so much smaller than yours."
Everyone stared at Erik for a minute.
"So, anyways,I just have to say one thing" Meg cleared her throat "Ahemm. I WON! Haha! I won and you lost! I'm the winner and you're the LOSER! Whoooo! I am number one! Who is the winner? I AM! YESSSSS!"
Raoul looked at Meg and his pea sized brain somehow made a connection "So, you're saying Meg won?"
" No shit Sherlock" Christine replied
"Wait a minute, if Meg won that means that-"
Erik could see where Raoul was headed and he cut him off
"Christine lost and she'll be very upset. You should go console her"
"No Erik, that means that I won our bet! Haha, who is the LOSER now! I won!"
"Won what?" Christine and Meg both asked
"Nothing" Erik replied
"Nothing? What do ya mean nothing? Don't you remember like, two days ago you were whining about Meg and I was whining about Christine and we made that bet on who would win they bet they made?"
"Yeah, Raoul, I remembered, I just wasn't that STUPID to MENTION IT IN FRONT OF OUR WIVES/FIANCEES!"
"You mean, you bet on who would win our bet?" Christine asked
"Yeah"
"You assholes!" Meg and Christine both replied, slapping their husbands/fiancées
"And the best part is, I won! I won,I won, I won! Erik owes me a hundred francs cause Meg won!"
"Oh you freakin' idiot, now you've done it!" Erik groaned
Meg grabbed Erik up by the shirt collar "You mean you two morons not only bet on who would win our bet in the first place, but you didn't even bet on ME!"
"Well, uh, no. But sweetie-"
"Don't you even sweet talk me! Christine" Meg barked "Aren't you mad at Raoul?"
" Uhhh, no. I'm confused"
"Christine, Erik and Raoul made a bet on who would win our bet! And Raoul bet that I would win and Erik bet that YOU would win!"
Christine glared at Raoul "Raaaoooouul!" she shrieked. Both women turned and furiously rounded on the guys, a strange, demonic look in their eyes. The guys started to slowly back away
"Raoul"
"Yeah Erik?"
" I strongly suggest that we do something"
"Like what?" Raoul asked as their furious wives/fiancées were backing them into a corner
"RUN FOR IT!" Erik yelled
So, the two idiotic morons ran around the lair, screaming like banshees while their wives/fiancées chased them around the lair, shouting phrases a bit too strong for a T rated fic. When they finally caught them, they both tackled them and Meg began beating Erik with her purse and Christine began beating Raoul with that freaky swan bed Erik keeps in his lair. Eventually, the girls switched and starting beating the other guy (I.e., Meg starting beating up Raoul with the swan bed, Christine beating up Erik with the purse)
Sometime when all this was going on, Mme. Giry, in a dangerous combination of too much sugar and caffeine, came in. When she saw the girls beating Raoul and Erik, she whipped out her ballet cane and joined in on the fun, beating whichever guy came in her reach.
"Hey, what are we beating up the guys for? Not that I mind beating people up, cause I totally love it, just like I love caffeine. Caffeine, Caffeine, Caffeine. Can't ever have too much caffeine. Or sugar. Sugar, Sugar, Sugar. So, why are we beating them up again? Cause this is fun" Mme. Giry said, talking super fast
"We'll tell you in a minute! Just keep beating them!" Christine yelled over the guys screams of pain
"O.K., fine with me. I love beating people. Just like I love sugar. Sugar, sugar, sugar. I love-"
"Mother, would you shut up already!" Meg yelled
"Okey dokey"
Ten minutes later, everyone was exhausted. They all managed to drag themselves up off the floor and stared at each other until Mme. Giry broke the ice with more caffeine-sugar induced rambling. After everyone slapped her and shut her up, the drama continued while the four continued their fighting and arguing and Mme. Giry continued her lunatic rambling, unaware no one was listening to her.
"Raoul, I can't believe you'd bet against me for Pete's sake!"
"Who's this Pete? Someone I should know about?" Raoul asked, trying to raise one eyebrow suspiciously but finding out he was too wimpy to do even that, so he pushed it up with his finger.
"Don't change the subject here Raoul"
"Erik, how could you do this? We're engaged and you're still subconsciously choosing Christine over me! You still love her!"
"Meg, I love you! Christine was just a safer bet and you wanna have some money saved up for our future right?"
"That's not the point you moron! There is no mutual trust in our relationship! How do you expect to build a solid relationship if you love Christine more than me?"
"Meg, have you been reading those marriage physiology crap books again?"
"I love beating people with this neat cane. Especially when I'm on a sugar high. I love sugar. And caffeine. Wait, which one do I love more. Sugar, caffeine. Caffeine, sugar. Hmmmm..."
Christine turned to Meg " Hey, how are you so sure you won?"
Erik turned to Raoul "Yeah, idiot, how are you so sure she won?"
"There you go, taking Christine's side again!" Meg replied, exasperated
"What are we talking about again?" Raoul asked
While everyone started shouting at one another, Mme. Giry broke in "Hey, whoa, hey everybody LISTEN!" She proceeded to whack everyone with her cane until they were all listening
'Now, from what I understand here, Meg somehow won the bet using some fancy logic Christine doesn't understand and Erik thinks he does. Raoul and Erik are in hot water for making a bet on their wives/fiancées bet that Raoul won-"
"That was never proven true!" Erik interrupted
"-since we think Meg won the bet. Correct?"
Everyone nodded
"Alright, well, I say that Meg won the bet"
"WHAT?" everyone asked
"You heard me. Meg won"
"You're just saying that cause she's your daughter" Christine sobbed
"Yeah, no dip. And also because she has low self esteem"
"Hey!" Meg protested
"Anyways, since Meg was smart enough to come up with a reason for saying why she claimed to have quit, she didn't actually lose. Plus, Christine was in this lair screaming she quit before Meg ever was."
"Well, yeah, I guess" Christine admitted grudgingly
"So, Meg wins the bet, and Raoul wins the stupid bet he and Erik made. And that's final Erik and you know it!"
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Erik cried, sinking to his knees and grasping his heart "I can't take it! Isn't it bad enough I was beaten by gypsies, shamed into torturous isolation from the rest of humanity, lost the only girl I ever loved-"
"EXCUSE ME!" Meg exclaimed
"All right, lost the only girl I ever loved (Before I met Meg, the love of my life)to Raoul here, and now I just lost a bet to Foppy McFopperson! Are you people trying to give a fifty year old man a heart attack here?"
"Wait a minute, Erik, you're only about thirty" Christine pointed out
Erik sighed "So I was supposed to be thirty or so in the movie! Every other freakin' version of POTO ever produced, I'm fifty or older!"
"Yeah, but we're only going off the 2004 movie here, so you're thirty. Case closed... Continue" Meg said, smiling sweetly
"As I was saying, are you trying to give me a heart attack here? I can't take this!"
"Suck it up and give me the money already, you wuss" Raoul bravely said.
Well, after Erik strangled Raoul, Christine and Meg decided to work out the manner of payment for their bet, since it was now kinda official Meg won (thanks to Mme. Giry)
"So, Christine, since you're the LOSER! We agreed the loser (that's you) had to do whatever the winner (that's me) said for a month"
"Wait a sec, I thought we agreed the winner would wear a skimpy nightgown and the loser would wear a playboy bunny outfit for the rest of the day and you'd both come down to my lair!" Erik protested
After both girls slapped him senseless (again) they continued working out their manner of payment
"So, Christine, since you lost, you have to be my slave-I mean helper-for a month."
"Do I get paid?"
"No"
"Holidays?"
"No"
"Sick days?"
"No"
"Then what the hell do I get?"
"The painful and tortuous reminder of who won this bet" Meg said sweetly
Meanwhile, Erik and Raoul were trying to work out their manner of payment
"Erik, face it: you lost, and I won. Whoa, that sounded cool. Kinda like when it happens twice in the movie; I won the sword fight, you lost, I won Christine's heart, you lost her-"
"All right all right, I get the picture already!"
"So anyway, where's my money?"
"What money?"
"You know, the money I get for winning the bet"
"Oh Raoul, you misunderstood me. You don't get any money'
"I don't?"
"No, you just get to be married to Christine"
"Oh O.K."
Raoul paused a few moments and somehow saw what Erik was doing "Hey wait a sec! I'm already married to Christine! You still owe me a hundred francs"
"Damn it Raoul, aren't you supposed to be the stupid one here?"
"Yeah, but money and appearance are the only two things I know about. Come on, I'm loaded with dough. You thought I didn't know anything about money?"
"Well, yeah. But wait, you're already loaded. I'm just a poor deformed guy starving underground. Wouldn't the memory of winning this bet mean more to you than money?"
"Erik, you make 20,000 francs a month. How in the hell could you possibly be poor?" Mme. Giry asked, coming up behind him
"I blew it all on candles and that retarded looking swan bed"
"Erik, just suck it up and hand him the money already" Mme. Giry sighed. The effects of Caffeine were beginning to wear off, so Mme. Giry hurriedly rushed over and drank a few more cups from Erik's latte machine and rushed back over.
Erik slowly pulled his checkbook out of his pocket, groaning the whole time. He grudgingly filled out the check and handed it over to Raoul, groaning in pain "Oh, I can't take it! Here, just take the damn check already. Oh god, what's the world coming to when I start losing bets to Raoul for god's sake? I mean, it was bad enough when we tied in the last story, but losing a bet to him? And paying money when he's already loaded? This just sucks" Erik moaned, burying his head in his hands while Raoul jumped up and down with the check shouting "I won, Erik lost! I won, Erik lost!"
Eventually, Meg and Christine came over. Meg looked exceedingly happy, considering she just won a bet, no longer had to deal with a fop, and now had her own personal slave-I mean helper- for a month
"So did you two work something out?" Erik said
"You bet we did"
Erik and Christine both groaned
"Oh god Meg, don't say the word 'bet' anymore!" Christine pleaded
"Anyway" Meg said "Christine and I worked something out. Tell them Christine"
"I get to be Meg's personal helper for a month starting today since I lost the bet. This means I have to cook (since Meg obviously can't), clean, serve her stuff, run errands for her, pick out all her clothes, do any remaining chores,do whatever else Meg says and do various things to satisfy her sick needs and amusements" Christine sighed
"This is so unfair! Everybody was so mean to me! They didn't even give me a chance! I shoulda won! Being Assistant Ballet Mistress is so hard!This is so unfair! I..."
While Christine rambled on, Meg noticed something strange and burst out laughing "Erik, what did you do to your lair? Oh my god, look at this place! Geez, did Christine redecorate it?"
Erik's face was turning beet red, and now Christine had stopped throwing a fit and everyone was looking at the lair since Meg had pointed it out
"Whoa. I never noticed this" Raoul said
"Raoul, you never notice anything." Christine pointed out "Just like the time I bought that beautiful new scarf and you didn't even notice! You are so insensitive! I can't believe..."
Erik sighed with relief. Christine would go off into another one of her fits and everyone would gradually forget about his lair.
Wrong
"And that scarf was so pretty! Oh, just like this scarf coming out of the sewing machine right here! Which reminds me, what were we talking about again?" Christine asked
"How wimpy and ridiculous Erik's lair looks right now! My god, Erik, you watch QVC! Seriously! This is too good to be true!" Mme. Giry said super fast and ran around, snapping pictures of Erik's un-phantomly like lair to sell to the National Enquirer.
"My gosh, Erik, it looks like I decorated the place! I'm so flattered!" Christine sobbed, giving Erik a big hug (much to his delight and Meg's discomfort)
" Erik, dude,are you nuts? I'm supposed to be the fop here and my room doesn't even look like this!" Raoul muttered
"It's official:. Erik's totally gone off the deep end" Meg groaned "You actually watch QVC?"
" Yeah, So what?"
"It's a total wuss network!" Raoul said
"My god! I do not believe this. I'm a wimpy ballerina and I don't even watch QVC!" Meg said
"Hey! QVC is a convenient home shopping network! How else do you expect me to shop? Every time I do go out shopping, I get mobbed by
A) Screaming Phangirls
B) Angry mobs
C) Terrified little children or
D) Any combination of the above. So how else do you expect me to get basic necessities I need to survive?"
"Erik, the Ultimate Crocheting Kit, a Singer Sewer 2000 Sewing Machine and How to Embroider for Dummies aren't basic necessities you need to survive." Mme. Giry pointed out
"What? It's a great hobby?" Erik said pitifully
"Yeah. Sure" Meg said "What's with all the sewing machines ? That's like, the ultimate sign of femininity "
" Is not"
"Is too"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
While this was going on, Mme. Giry (looking for more coffee) found something of interest
"Whoo hoo, Erik, what's this?" Mme. Giry asked. holding up a beautiful sparkling diamond necklace
Meg, Christine and Raoul all starting drooling at the sight of it
"It's a present"
"For who?" Meg asked suspiciously.
Well, Erik couldn't very well explain he saw the diamond on QVC and it looked so sparkely and irresistible he just had to have it, but when he got it, he had absolutely no use for it and was planning on giving it to Christine
"It's a birthday gift. For you!" Erik said
"Erik, my birthday isn't for six months. You never remember stuff like this" Meg pointed out
"Sure I do. Happy Early Birthday Sweetheart!" Erik pried it out of Mme. Giry's hands and flung it at Meg
Meg squealed with delight while Christine and Raoul both started crying at the loss of the sparkly diamond. Everyone gathered around Meg and began admiring her necklace.
So,Erik thought, this was the perfect distraction. With everyone admiring the diamond necklace, they would eventually forget all about his ridiculous looking lair and how he lost the bet to Raoul.
Wrong (again!)
Raoul (somehow) tore himself away from the shinny diamond necklace and made his way up to the stereo which was muted. He un-muted it and blasted Toby Keith's "Beer For My Horses". Raoul figured out how you got the C.D. out of the drive. He wondered what it was, so he took a look at it
"Erik, you listen to Toby Keith?"
"Yeah"
"But, he's like, a total hillbilly redneck country singer. I though you only listened to fine,artistic classical music and dignified, cultural opera pieces" Christine said
Everyone starred at her since no one believed something that smart could come out of Christine Daae's mouth
"What? It's what he told me all those times when I begged him to listen to Disney Sing-Along Classics." she said in her own defense
"Hey Erik, it's cause the babes in his music videos are totally hot right?" Raoul prodded
"Totally" Erik agreed, imaging totally hot babes in his lair right now
Meg gave him a death glare
"I mean, they are pretty, but nobody could possibly be more beautiful than my gorgeous Meg. Right honey?" Erik said sweetly. He put his arm around Meg's shoulder and started walking out towards the car, desperate to get everyone out of here.
"Nice save. But you still don't have a mannequin of me in a wedding dress down here like you do of Christine (which you still haven't taken down)"
"I'll get to it"
Suddenly, Raoul started laughing uncontrollably. Erik and Meg turned around.
"Raoul. Raoul, what's so funny?" Christine asked, kinda worried
"It's just, my god! All these years, everybody kept saying I was the fop and look at this place! It screams "I'm A Fop!" I mean, sewing machines, QVC, jewelry. Kinda weird for the infamous Phantom of the Opera huh?"
Raoul doubled over to the floor laughing. And I guess the laughter was contagious, because soon, everyone started to see the humor in it and everyone (except Erik) was doubled over on the floor laughing and muttering things that made them laugh more.
Erik was now furious. This was an outrage! People shouldn't be laughing at the Phantom of the Opera! They should be cowering in fear of him. He saw everyone's faces swirling around him, laughing and torturing him. Erik couldn't take it. He cried out in rage and pulled out his Punjab Lasso and grabbed Mme. Giry's ballet cane and starting strangling Raoul and attempting to beat any of the girls close to him with the cane. Raoul was crying for air and Meg screamed at him
"ERIK!"
"What! I'm a little busy right now!" he yelled back
"You can't hit girls! It's only 1870! This is a total no-no!"
"So?"
"So you can't do it! And lay off the strangling. You're gonna kill Raoul!"
"That's the friggin' point here Meg!"
Meg groaned and she and Christine pulled the lasso (and a furious Erik) off Raoul. Everyone strated screaming at each other (yet again) and Mme. Giry was the peacemaker (yet again)
" WOULD EVERYBODY JUST SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY?"
Everyone shut up
"Okay people, quit beating each other up! It's obvious you people have some major problems-"
"Excuse me!We have major problems? Who's the screaming, violent, hyper caffeine/sugar addict here? Huh?" Christine asked accusingly
"All right, all of us have some major problems. But beating people up and making ridiculous bets are not going to solve them. We all learned that everyone's lifestyle isn't as perfect as we think it is, and we should be grateful for all the good things we have in our own lives."
-Mme. Giry scans over the last few sentences she just said-"
"My god, I sounded like some brainless wimp off of one of those sappy Lifetime movies. Did I really sound that bad?"
"YES!" Everyone responded
"All right, well, Erik, you lost the bet. Deal with it and try to make peace with Raoul. O.K?"
At this point, Meg forced Erik closer to Raoul and Christine forced Raoul closer to Erik and they unwillingly shook hands and made a truce as everyone looked on and went "Ahhhhhh"
"I guess we could-uggggh- try to get along" Erik said "Oh god, I feel like I'm gonna puke."
"Let's be best friends forever and ever Erik! O.K.?" Raoul squealed, sounding as gay as he really is
"No. Quit touching me already. It's freakin' me out here" Erik said
The girls sighed, figuring that was as civil as the two morons would ever be towards each other.
"And Meg and Christine? You guys need to give yourselves more credit and stop getting into these stupid minor squabbles." Mme. Giry said
"I guess so" Christine said
"Fine with me" Meg said
"Great. So, Where's some caffeine?" Mme. Giry said, bouncing up and down
Everyone laughed and started saying more random, stupid, sappy, happy ending things the authoress doesn't feel like typing up, considering how long this ending is already :)
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Epilogue
Well, everything after that went pretty well. Christine had to serve Meg's every whim and want for a month afterwards, and perform for her sick amusements. It was pure torture. And Meg loved every minute of it. Christine was permanently scarred for life, but she eventually got over it, with some fits and whining in between. The two remained best friends and had their occasional idiotic fights and fits.
Erik and Raoul managed to get along without killing one another (well, without Erik killing Raoul I should say :) They still acted like total idiots, but they never did anything as stupid as the bets they made. Christine (eventually) loosened up and let Raoul watch some football( except for halftime when the cheerleaders came out) Meg continued to harass Erik and act extremely possessive, but he eventually became used to it.
Erik and Meg did get married. It was a very happy occasion, except for the fact that Meg forced Erik to let Raoul be his best man, and Meg slapped Erik senseless on their honeymoon night for starring at Christine in her extremely low cut Matron of Honor's Dress.
Everything pretty much stayed the same after that. Erik continued to be a sarcastic genius obsessed with QVC, crocheting and torturing people (and secretly still loved Christine, but never when Meg was around). Christine continued to be an emotionally unstable (but very cute) ditz. Raoul continued to be a girly, wimpy, fop that Erik tormented every chance he got. Meg continued to be a freakishly controlling ballerina who eventually became Head Ballet Mistress when Mme. Giry retired and she still had low self esteem. And Mme. Giry continued to be a violent, strict and extremely hyper caffeine/sugar addict, but everyone loved her anyway.
And so, everyone in this twisted weird story learned their lessons; the guys learned that The Grass Isn't Always Greener on the other side of the fence. And the Girls learned that sometimes, having A Girl's Day Out is a lot harder than they expected. And I hope everyone enjoyed this series of freaky and funny stories about what happens when stupid bets the POTO characters make go a little bit askew.
THE END
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