Disclaimer: I do not own POTO, the Daily Show, Reptilia by The Strokes, I Miss You by Blink 182, or The Small Print by Muse.
I don't like the new accounts at don't know why…I just don't like them. Anyway, I know you all must be sick of hearing about Bojangles, but AHH! Some of the people out there are scaringly stupid! I had the register all day today and I was seriously about to go on a Punjab frenzy! Anyway, here's the next chapter, the begin of which I wrote at work until I was caught…
The ride to Andre's party was mostly consumed by talk of how well the concert went. However, during the silent pauses, Christine couldn't help but shake the feeling of anger towards Devon. She ignored this though, not wanting to get Erik worked up.
'How do you know he'll even care?' the bitchy voice in the back of her head asked.
By the time they reached the party, about 15 minutes later, it was already chaos. Erik parked a little ways away, not wanting any misfortune to befall his car. One can never be too careful when intoxicated teenagers are involved.
They made the long journey to Andre's house tripping slightly over strewn toilet paper and drink bottles scattered over Mrs. Kilgore's perfectly manicured lawn.
'She either isn't there or she doesn't care,' Christine decided as she noticed the heap of toilet paper that used to be the beautiful Magnolia tree. Probably the later.
They entered Andre's house to loud cheers and applause, temporarily blocking the extremely loud rock music that could be heard from quite a distance away. Christine waved awkwardly, a little embarrassed at the attention, while Erik simple nodded, expression unchanged.
It was obvious that Andre's house, without the mess, was normally kept as perfect as the yard outside. What Christine had seen of the house so far looked like it had been taken straight from a magazine, complete with tasteful floral wallpaper and heavily polished dark wood furniture. The light green and cream striped sofas were packed with festive teenagers sipping what looked like wine and munching on chips as they watched the 11 o'clock showing of the Daily Show.
"Hey, you made it!" Christine turned to see Meg, arms locked with a slightly drunk Andre, who was holding a half full (see? I'm an optimist!) bottle of rather expensive looking wine. She was glad to see that unlike Andre, she was holding a Coke can since she had to drive home. Yeah, Christine listens to her mommy about that…
"Yo homies!" Andre said loudly, wobbling over to a couch, "help yourselves to daddy dearest's fine wine collection!"
Erik and Christine stared at him as he attempted to drink the rest of the bottle, stoppingin the process to laugh along with the rest of the room at something that was said on the Daily Show, even though he wasn't even paying attention to it, causing him to wobble some more,and spill the remianing content of the bottle on the carpet.
"Andre," Erik started, staring at Andre as he flopped down to the carpet with a heavy thud, "how much have you drunk?"
Andre looked at him with an unfocused gaze.
"Only a third…" Andre slurred, holding up the bottle again, "Spilled the rest…"
He then began to move his arms up and down on the carpet, claiming to make snow angels.
Christine couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, now that we know about Andre's low tolerance level…" Christine looked to Meg, who was laughing and shaking her head, "Are you going to stay with him?"
"Yes, I suppose…given the fact that he's my boyfriend now," Meg said laughing at the expression on Christine face, which was one of complete shock.
"Him!" she yelled, pointing at Andre who had begun to roll around on the floor, displaying the wine drenched back of his shirt, "Him!"
Meg laughed even harder and sat down on the couch that Andre had tumbled off of.
"Nothing serious!" she said watching Andre, "just a little fun…"
Christine rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Whatever. Just don't go into the garage!"
Erik and Christine then decided to go and check out the rest of the party, leaving Meg to laugh at Andre's drunken antics. They walked hand in hand down the nicely decorated hallway to a large den in the back of the house where Andre's stereo was blasting full volume playing what appeared to be a mix CD. A sort of makeshift dance floor had been made, where a lot of teenagers that Christine recognized were "getting their groove on."
"Andre's stereo is working fine," Erik yelled over the loud music, "I wonder why Devon said that it was broken."
Christine shook her head and said nothing, not wanting to ruin her good mood.
"Whatever, let's just dance!" she said taking both his hand and leading him to the dance floor, Reptilia starting to play.
He seemed impressed by the way you came in.
"Tell us a story
I know you're not boring"
I was afraid that you would not insist.
"You sound so sleepy
Just take this, now leave me"
I said please don't slow me down
If I'm going too fast
You're in a strange part of our town...
Yeah, the night's not over
You're not trying hard enough,
Our lives are changing lanes
You ran me off the road,
The wait is over
I'm now taking over,
You're no longer laughing
I'm not drowning fast enough.
Christine loved the rhythm of this song and began to dance a little more wildly than she normally would have. Erik smirked at her wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. She took this as a good sign and moved closer to him.
Now every time that I look at myself
"I thought I told you
This world is not for you"
The room is on fire as she's fixing her hair
"You sound so angry
Just calm down, you found me"
I said please don't slow me down
If I'm going too fast
You're in a strange part of our town...
Yeah, the night's not over
You're not trying hard enough,
Our lives are changing lanes
You ran me off the road,
The wait is over
I'm now taking over,
You're no longer laughing
I'm not drowning fast enough.
She laughed nervously at the end of the song, a little shocked at how physical she was getting with Erik on the dance floor.
'Oh why not!' she thought to herself, "it's like Meg said, just have fun!"
A slow song replaced the normal fast pace of songs played at parties. Clearly the person who made this CD had a special someone.
It was I Miss You by Blink 182. Normally, this song would bring back memories of "happy" times with Raoul, but with her arms around Erik's shoulders and his arms around her waist, she smiled as she listened to the lyrics.
(I miss you miss you)
Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends.
She moved closer to Erik and buried her face in his chest. She was glad that she was sharing this with him, not Raoul. She closed her eyes and like the song, wished this never ends.
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight.
Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head (6x)
I miss you miss you (6x)
The moment ended too soon as the spell of quiet couples dancing together lovingly was broken. Christine was disappointed to say the least, but squealed when she recognized the next song, The Small Print by Muse. She pulled Erik close and sang the lyrics seductively in his ear as they moved to the pulsing music.
Take, take all you need
And I'll compensate your greed
With broken hearts
Sell I'll sell your memories
For 15 pounds per year
But just the good days
Say, it'll make you insane
And it's bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll lose and you watch this space
But I'm going all the way
And be your slave to the grave
I'm the priest God never paid
Their arms wrapped around each other until Erik pulled away and spun her around. Her skirt was rather short and she grinned mischievously at him as she noticed his eyes drifting down.
"You can look," she whispered tauntingly to him when he pulled her back, "but why should I let you touch?"
Hope, I hope you've seen the light
Coz no one really cares
They're just pretending
Sell, I'll sell your memories for 15 pounds per year
But you can keep the bad days
Say, it'll make you insane
And I'm bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll lose
And you watch this space
And I'm going all the way
And be your slave to the grave
I'm the priest God never paid
Raw emotions seemed to take control of Erik as he pushed her down to a low dip. She leaned all the way back, trusting him to hold her, and closed her eyes. He kept her in that position for longer than needed and leaned in to whisper to her.
"Does your dark angel need a reason?" he answered huskily.
He pulled her up sharply to him, her black hair fanning out behind her. She opened her blue eyes to meet his grey ones, the gold flecks more prevalent in the semi-darkness, shining with lust. He began to kiss her neck, teasing her much like she did to him in the car.
'Torture!' she screamed to herself, her eyes closing in ecstasy.
Say, it'll make you insane
And I'm bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll lose
And you watch this space
And I'm going all the way
And be your slave to the grave
I'm the priest God never paid
Christine moaned a sigh of longing as the song ended, Erik moving away from her neck to kiss her on the lips. As wonderful as all the kisses they shared were, this one, filled not with innocent desire, but lust and adrenaline mixed with the beginning of love, made Christine completely forget about the many people around them, if she hadn't forgotten before. All Christine could focus on was Erik, the way his lips moved so perfectly in time with hers, the way his tongue explored the inside of her mouth without being awkward like Raoul's had been, the way he was making her feel this very moment, as if her heart would explode from excitement.
"BREAK IT UP!"
Christine's eyes flew open as she jumped back from Erik, startled to death. She felt her heart really would explode from the sudden grip of fear that had taken hold at the yell. That feeling was quickly replaced by one of extreme anger, as she made a growling sound and screamed obscenities to everyone around her, not sure who had said that.
Burning with embarrassment, she turned to Erik who was staring at the ground, trying not to laugh. He failed horribly and burst out laughing as Christine glared at him.
"Awww…" he said hugging her and kissing her forehead, "I'm sorry…I guess you're just too sexy for your own good."
Christine glared at him again, but was secretly thrilled that he thought she was sexy. She pulled away from him and grabbed his hand.
"Come on, let's get something to drink," she said as they made their way to the kitchen, "I don't like this song anyway."
It was true that she didn't really like the song that had been playing, even though she didn't know what it was called, but she really just wanted to get away from all the gawking people. She really didn't want to ruin such a good party with a serious Punjab frenzy.
The bright yellow kitchen decorated with rosters and other various farm animals (God knows why…) was littered with even more trash than the yard. Christine was really starting to feel sorry for Mrs. Kilgore as she saw that refrigerator and all the cabinets in the kitchen had been plundered and left completely empty, remnants of whatever they had been holding strewn all over the grey tile floor and white marble counters.
She closed all of the doors, picked up a cow printed washcloth, and began to clean the various spills off the counters, but to no avail as she realized that she was only making more of a mess. Christine sighed and threw the washcloth in the sink.
"I know this is mean," she said to Erik, washing her hands and drying them off on a matching towel, "but I'm really glad that I don't have to clean this up."
Erik nodded in agreement as she opened the refrigerator door again; realizing too late that it was empty.
"Well, so much for that," Christine closed the door and turned to see Erik staring at her.
She gave him a small smile and looked to the ground, noticing for the first time that they were completely alone in the kitchen. An awkward pause past between them until Erik grabbed her hands.
"Christine," he said quietly, leading her over to the kitchen table, "I need to ask you something."
Christine looked into his eyes, trying to decipher what it was he wanted to ask her and sat down at a cherry wood table, again, its true beauty covered by garbage.
She watched him intently as he closed his eyes and looked at her seriously.
"Christine," he started, his beautiful voice shaking a little, "I know I should have asked you this a long time ago, but, I just wasn't sure how you felt about me but now I know, well, I think I know-"
"Erik!" she said waving her arms, "stop rambling! That's my job!"
He smirked at her.
"That's true," he said as she smacked him playfully on the arm. She urged him to go on with what he wanted to say, even though she pretty much knew what it was. She still wanted to hear the words to make sure he really meant them.
"Okay, Christine," he attempted again, nervousness lifted somewhat from their joking around, "I know the term is kind of dumb, you know, what does going out with someone mean? Does it mean you go outside together? Then why can you only go out with one person? If you go outside with someone does that mean you're going out? But what if you go outside with a lot of people? I guess the best term is dating. Or going steady? But does that mean that before going steady you were wobbly? But-"
"Erik!" Christine screamed getting up out of her chair, "Now you are being ridiculous! Just ask me!"
Erik chuckled and sat Christine in her chair again, which he pulled to get closer to him.
"Christine," he started, yet again, his smile dancing in his eyes, "will you go out with me?"
Christine jumped out of her chair and clapped her hands together.
"Yes!" she said happily, "God, I thought you would ask me ages ago!"
It was Erik's turn to stare at the floor.
"Well, I really wanted to," he confessed, "but since you had broken up with Raoul not too long ago, I figured that you would want some time to be alone…and yeah…" he finished lamely.
"Well," Christine said, linking arms with him and heading off to dance some more, "he never has to get in our way again."
As they began to dance to another slow song, she really hoped that what she said was true.
They are finally going out! I'm sorry this chapter is shorter than the last one, but I think this is a good place to stop the chapter rather than dragging on and on. Well, I hope you liked it anyway, and please review! Love and Peace! Kupo!