Chapter 10

Late Nights

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"Are you quite alright?" Christian asked Monica.

"I would be a lot more comfortable if I could breathe."

"What is the matter why can't you breathe? Is it the corsets?" Christian began to ask.

"No that's not it."

"Is there too many people in here do you need some fresh air."

"Nope."

"Then what?"

"You're kind of…still…laying on me and are crushing my lungs."

Christian looked confused for a moment and then realized he was still lying on top of her.

"Oh, I am dreadfully sorry." Christian said quickly getting up and helping Monica rise to her feet.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked.

"Fin. Air is good." She then got a sick feeling at the pit of her stomach. "How does everything look did I rip my dress?" Monica said dazing at every inch of her ridiculously priced dress to make sure that nothing was out of place.

"No…no…you look beautiful." There was a pause. Monica looked up to see Christian gazing into her eyes. Suddenly the gaze was broken. "I mean the dress seems to be in fair condition."

There was still a lot of built up nerves. All Monica could think about was that kiss and how she wished and hoped that, that was all Christian could think about.

Monica let out a sigh and then cut to the chase. "I guess you will want to be going."

"What?" Christian asked.

"I saw the way you wanted to leave and…well… I don't want to hold you up. You obviously don't want to be around me so--" Monica then looked down and turned to leave. She tried about three times to leave but something was holding her. She turned around to see that it was Christian.

"I didn't mean anything by it I just--"

Monica then interrupted. "What do you mean, didn't mean anything by it? Obviously you don't want to see me and…I don't… care to see you wither." Monica was a terrible when it came to situations like this. Both she and Christian knew that she wanted to be around him but the thing that was driving her crazy was that she had no idea what was going on in Christians mind. Was he acting this way because he felt awkward and didn't want to be around her because he still has feelings for Satine, or, does he feel the same way?

"No you don't under--"

"What is there not to understand? You found out that I was here and you were running out of here like someone put a gun to your head."

"Monica, would you get your crazy ass back to the table before I take this fork and ram it up your nose." Rachel said from behind Monica.

"Alright! God. You know one of these days, there gonna put you away." Monica said with a grunt.

"Well it won't be today?" Rachel said with a smile.

Monica didn't say anything after that; she just followed Christian back to the table.

"OH hello Monica." The Duke said to Monica as if she had just seen her for the first time on over 100 years.

"Hi." Monica said simply. She wanted to say, "Rachel you better keep your boyfriend in check because the next time he pulls something like this I'm gonna cut him." But 'hi' worked just as well because the Duke avoided eye contacts for about five minutes after she said that.

"Dinner is served madams and monsieur's." The bald waiter said as he waddled up to the table with the dished.

The food looked absolutely wonderful. Rachel, Monica and Christian eyed the food as if they had never seen anything so beautiful. The Duke on the other hand looked normal as ever. He was use to this type of food.

"I see that we have one more." The waiter said looking at Christian.

"Oh I'm not that hungry." Christian lied.

"Here, you can share mine." Monica said pushing her plate between the two of them. Christian just smiles and looked at her.

"Thank you very much but this is yours." Christian said pushing the dish back towards Monica.

"Would you just eat the food." Rachel said the Christian. There was a silence. Suddenly the sound of Monica sliding the plate back in-between the two of them broke the silence.

"Thank you." Christian said under his breathe. "So," He began trying to change the subject and the mood at the table. "Why did you ask me to come here?"

"I have a problem with the play." The Duke said.

Christian's body tensed. "Excuse me?" He was scared. He thought that the Duke was going to say that he hated the play and he was not going to fund it anymore. Instead he said something far worse.

"I would like to be in it."

"Rachel and Monica both spit out their drinks in a common shocked movie drinking matter.

"I would like to be the evil Maharaja." The Duke said looking confused. He didn't know why this seemed to be such a problem.

"Can you act?" Christian asked.

"I well….I don't know." The Duke said. "All I know is that I want to be the Maharaja and I won't take no for an answer."

Rachel leaned slightly away from the Duke. The old snobbish Duke was coming out but this time it was worse. He didn't have the high pitched nasal voice that he would have in the beginning of all this. IT was the low but droning grumbling of a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't willing to compromise.

"Well…I'll… see what I can do." Christian said.

"I know one thing." Rachel said with a sigh. "The time we spend talking about all of this we could be doing something more productive like…eating this food." With that being said Rachel and Monica dove into the dished and began to perform the most amazing, and only, magic trick they had ever done, make their food disappear.

"I take it you young ladies were hungry." The Duke said with a small giggle.

"Hell yeah." Monica said in between bites. She then paused. "I mean yes."

"Christian?" Rachel asked suddenly.

"Yes Miss Rachel." Christian asked.

"What would you say to going with Monica to the party tomorrow?"

Monica face turned into a rainbow of colors. Red because of anger, white because of fear and then finally blue because through all of this she had been holding her breath.

Christian began "Uh...well...I don't think that--"

"I mean do you already have a date?" Rachel said interrupting the stuttering author.

"Well…uh… no I do not." Christian answered.

"Well why don't you take Miss Monica?" The Duke said.

"He really doesn't have to do that." Monica said. She felt as if she were about to faint.

There was a long awkward pause at the table. Rachel was now regretting every bringing this subject up. Monica began to scrape her fork across her now empty plate. Rachel began to click her tongue every few seconds.

The Duke then broke the silence by saying. "Well it is getting fairly late and I am feeling quite tired so…"

"Go to bed? Go water skiing? Build a rocket ship? Play water polo?" Rachel asked trying to finish his sentence.

"The first two." The Duke said with a smirk.

Rachel and The Duke stood up and a few seconds later, so did Christian. Monica remained sitting.

"Aren't you coming?" Rachel asked.

"Uh no I think I'm gonna sit here a while and then go for a little walk. I'll see you later." Monica said with a small smile.

"Are you sure?" Christian asked.

"Positive." Monica said without making eye contact.

"All right." Rachel said with a sigh. With that being said Rachel, The Duke and Christian wall left Monica there to think to her self.

She was sitting there for about another fifteen minutes. There were a million things racing through her head. How was she going to get home? Ho MUCH is this story going to change? Does Christian have feeling for her? Was the feeling she has for him real? All of these questions were almost impossible to answer.

Monica looked around and saw all of the happy couples eating their food and feeding their dinner to one another. It was enough to make anyone hurl. Monica let out a deep breathe and rose form the table.

On her way to the exit she ran into the miniature waiter. "Excuse me sir but you know of any exciting places to go on a night such as this?" Monica said trying her best to stay proper. She had to be on her toes now, because she was on her own.

"There is a wonderful park ten blocks from here." The waiter said.

"Thank you." Monica said with a warm smile.

The waiter nodded and left.

Ten blocks sure is a far walk when you are in shoes that painful. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Actually, it seemed like the only idea at the time because Rachel had all their money (The Duke).

When she finally reached block ten to saw that it was well worth it. Even though she was in the city, this particular part seemed almost untouched by man (with the acceptation of a few lights and benches.

"Amazing." Monica said to herself.

"You have no idea," a voice said from behind her.

Monica turned to see someone that made her eyed widen and face go pail.

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