Chapter 4 – We Will Rock You – Queen

sanderswife-yes! Another fan! W00t!

Cherrydrops12- lol thanks. My brain is retarded and can't tell if someone is joking or not. I'm so gullible. :sighs:
heartagram69- lol i know i kept cracking up when i read that part. And i made a more perverted version of that part. I posted the link on the snickers thread at talkcsi. I can repost it if you want, because i know you want to read perverted snickers stories...hehe.

Blondie- for their date, i was thinking of something really surprising. But thank you for your suggestions anyways!

Space-Case7029- thanks and i'm sure this date is going to be...fun. Or at least surprising.

Alright for this chapter, i pretty much listened to (s)AINT by Marilyn Manson the whole time, which is where the idea for their date came from. And fyi eric was actually in that music video! Hehe. Its really wrong, but its worth it to see eric. : D. ok. Here's chapter 4!

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Sara was nervous; this was her first date with Nick, and she didn't want to somehow screw it up. They were in the car, driving to some place Nick wouldn't tell her. The only thing he did tell was that Greg had told him that she would love it.

Oh great. Greg gave Nick an idea. I am definitely not going to like this...Sara thought. The car had come to a stop as Nick pulled into a parking spot. They were at the Las Vegas Convention Center. As they got out, they saw a lot of people dressed in black, with pale faces and lots of black make up.

"Nick? Are you sure I'm going to like this?" Sara was freaking out; the people all in black were scaring her, because they looked like they were about to kill her.

"I'm sure, darlin'." They walked into the convention center, and Nick handed the ticket holder 2 tickets. He still hadn't told Sara what they were doing.

"Hey! Nick!" someone called out. Both Sara and Nick turned around. It was none other than Mr. Greg Sanders himself.

"So you took my advice?" Greg said. He was one of the people decked out in black, with a Marilyn Manson shirt on.

"Yeah. But we're doing something after." Nick said. Sara was confused beyond her dreams.

What is going on here...? She wondered.

"Come on. The concert is about to start." Greg grabbed both Nick and Sara's arms and ran through the crowd.

"Nick, what concert is he talking about?" Sara was now officially worried. She wanted to know what they were going to see, right there and then.

"Hold on. You'll find out in like, 5 minutes." Nick said. Greg had dragged them to the middle of the crowd; in big letters on the stage were Marilyn Manson.

"Oh God Nick. How...when did...NEVER LISTEN TO GREG AGAIN!" her last line was drowned out, as none other than Marilyn Manson himself stepped out on the stage, singing "I don't care if your world is ending today, I wasn't invited to it anyway..." and it turns out that Greg, Nick, and Sara were in the middle of the mosh pit. They had lost each other in a matter of seconds. Greg was enjoying himself in the mosh pit, punching, kicking and otherwise flailing at other people, Nick could handle himself, but Sara was no match against these guys. He frantically searched the mosh pit, and finally found Sara, flailing for her life. It was hard not to laugh at her; mosh pits were dangerous, but Sara looked like a chicken who just had their head cut off. He ran over to her and got her out. She looked up at him; her face was tear-stained, and she was shaking.

"Oh Sara...I'm sorry...I was just trying to get you to be more open..." Nick felt bad, but he liked how Sara was flush with his body, and that he could cradle her and not get punched. Greg tapped Nick on the shoulder to come join him in the mosh pit, but then Nick swung Sara around to show Greg; she had big puppy eyes. Greg said he was sorry, and went back into the mosh pit, but not before dragging a girl in who looked eager to get into the pit. Nick and Sara had escaped the crowd, and they were now hanging out by a concession stand.

"I figured you wouldn't like that." Nick said.

"Then WHY in God's name did you BRING me here!" Sara was quite angry; this was not how she envisioned her first date with Nick.

"Hey, hey, hey. I have something else planned. And it doesn't involve crowds, mosh pits, or Marilyn Manson." Nick grabbed her arm, as he lead her out to the parking lot.

"Ok no more 'surprise' dates. Tell me where we're going. NOW." Nick was sitting in the driver's seat, with Sara's nails digging into his arm.

"I'm not going to tell you where we're going this time. I actually thought it up myself, and it involves food. And that hurts." Nick stuck the keys into ignition, as Sara jumped into the passenger's side, with a grumpy look.

"It better be vegetarian Nick, or there's going to be hell to pay..." Sara said, as Nick pulled out of the parking lot and onto Las Vegas Boulevard.

Author's Note:I've been sat on in a mosh pit...that was kinda scary...so i know how Sara feels. And this was just at a local concert venue. Imagine Ozzfest...ok so tell me how you like...or how funny it was...and you've learned a lesson today! Lesson: Mosh pits equals scariness, but fun! So press that little purple button at the bottom...and leave a review...cuz i love reviews...and it would make me very happy...oh and the girl Greg pulls into the mosh pit: ME! And they get together later...but that's not in the story. So yes. REVIEW! I LOVE REVIEWS! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU PEOPLE THINK ABOUT THIS STORY! Is it stupid? Dumb? Funny? Good? Sweet? Fluffy? I NEED TO KNOW:busts out singing "I NEED TO KNOW!" by enrique iglesias.: did you know enrique igelsias' last name means "church" in spanish? Ok i'm going to shut up now. But REVIEW! BECAUSE IT'S GOOD FOR YOU! Hey that rhymes! I wish i could do that all the time. Whoa! I did it again! Ok i'm gunna shut up for real this time XP. Hehe. Oh and i wrote a more "perverted" version to chap. 2. i can send you the link if you want it. Its actually really funny, more than perverted. Its more dumb/retarded/perverted humor.