SIN

Disclaimer: I don't own Celine Dion.

I Own: The Song in this chapter. Yup I made it.

Chapter 15: Big Mouths and Open Threats

(Meanwhile at the DCFDTL Mansion- at the function)

Greta and Taylor slow danced together to a soft song. The singer's voice sounded a bit like Celine Dion except a bit deeper.

Each of us as a special someone

Someone we'd do anything for.

But what about those who don't

Have that special someone.

What do they live life for?

Taylor moved slowly in step with Greta. Despite her usual clumsiness she was a pretty good dancer.

Some find it in their books.

Others find it in their jobs.

Some find it in their friends.

Some find it in their pets.

Others find it in themselves.

What is this it I'm speaking of?

The it that's called LOOOOVE.

(Chorus)

There's no love like finding that special someone.

Someone you've always been dreaming of.

Or maybe your special someone is someone

You wouldn't even dream of.

Not everyone's special someone

Is someone they expect.

But expected or expected,

Everyone finds their special someone

The best their life can get.

(Verse Two)

We all look for love

In different places.

Sometimes the right ones

Other times it's just not the

Place God intended.

But when you find the

Love you search for

With that special someone,

That someone you want for more

Than a friend.

You want it to blossom

more than anything.

Even more than life itself.

(Chorus 2 times)

The song slowly stopped and Greta still felt herself floating on a cloud. Taylor hadn't complained once about her slow dancing and this she was grateful for. Taylor was a very critical person and her being a rather clumsy one didn't exactly make them a match in heaven for friendship already. It surprised her that Taylor had asked her to the function. After all, Taylor like all other males in this mansion was well sought after by other young ladies. He wasn't the most handsome but his intellect, physical demeanour and personality made a lot of girls either really like him or go absolutely wild for some reason. But Taylor was very picky when it came to choosing a date and he rarely dated at all. Mostly a girl would be on a date with him because he was attending a form of function. Even then he carefully selected girls and all of them had to be on their best behaviour. Taylor didn't take appearance lightly and often dated girls who he believed wouldn't mess things up for him. That was why Greta was so surprised. No one really asked her out or went on any dates with her despite the fact that she was rich. Greta was the type of girl who most found too fat and awkward to date. So it surprised her that Taylor would date her when he himself was a very critical person. She had accepted it but still wondered why Taylor asked her instead of another girl. Any other girl.

"Let's get some punch," Taylor suggested as he broke their embrace.

"Uh, yeah," Greta said and followed him.

Greta stood still as she tried not to twiddle her fingers was she waited for the punch. She knew that Taylor found that rather annoying.

"Here," Taylor said moments later and Greta smiled as she took her punch, "did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?" he asked her.

Only fifty-six times! But who's counting. (Greta's thoughts)

"Only a few times," Greta said dismissively and blushed, "thank you," she added.

"Your Welcome," Taylor responded, "let's take a seat," he said and Greta nodded as Taylor escorted her to two available seats.

"Have you seen Lenny?" Greta asked suddenly and Taylor had to struggle to not crush his cup of punch, "he was here earlier," she added.

"It is rather crowded here," Taylor said pointedly.

"Is something wrong?" Greta asked noticing the change in his voice, "was it something I said?"

"Of course not," Taylor lied, "but could you stop mentioning Lenny?" he asked.

"Why?" Greta asked, "we're just going out to this function," she said, "it's not like you like me or anything."

Taylor's face darkened and Greta paled in realization.

"Oh I didn't realize," Greta said softly, "I'm sorry Taylor I just assumed…"

"That I only dated you because I felt like it!" Taylor exploded and jumped to his feet as most of the guests turned to the source of this new commotion, "(Good) God Greta!" he shouted, "I could've dated anyone I wanted!"

"Then why don't you?" Greta snapped (and stood on her own feet), she knew that she hurt Taylor's feelings but how was she to know that the boy who scorned her actually liked her.

"Because….!" Taylor nearly blurted out but realized where he was and regained his composure, "what's up with you and Lenny anyway?" he asked softly and Greta looked away, "you've got to be kidding me?" he asked her angrily.

"I don't care," Greta said stubbornly and turned her back to him.

"You like Lenny!" Taylor screamed his temper and composure now lost to new fury, "how can you love a gay guy!" he demanded.

Greta turned back to him with her mouth open. She knew what Taylor had done. He had just revealed minus a few seculars, that Lenny was gay to the cream of the crop of not only their community but people visiting from other countries as well.

"You're truly an ass whole," Greta said and stormed out of the ball room.

Taylor simply stood there silent and dumbfounded. He soon heard whispering and looked around to see Alexander standing by the punch bowl with a still empty cup now hanging limply in his hand. His face was filled with absolute shock and disbelief.

Taylor fell back into his chair with his head in his hands. Nothing could save him now. He already considered himself dead.

(Twenty minutes later under a tree in the deserted part of the DCFDTL's Mansion Property)

Herbert and Nigel sat in the darkest corner under the large acorn tree kissing each other madly. They had to be careful not to ruin each other's suits because they had to get back to the function. But for the next few minutes they were going as far as they would allow themselves to.

"Well, Well," a voice said suddenly, "two little love birds under my tree," he said when Herbert clutched fearfully unto Nigel when he saw who it was, "don't worry Herbert," he said, "I only want to talk to Mr. Uno," he added.

"What do you want Father?" Nigel asked.

"Just to warn you if you ever let Lenny get into a situation like he did a certain night again," Father said and now Nigel started to pale, "I'll burn you so bad that not even God will recognize you!" he shouted furiously and both Nigel and Herbert now clutched to each other fearfully as fire exuded wildly out of Father's body.

"Yes Sir," Nigel whispered nearly five minutes later.

"And as for you and Alexander," Father continued and Nigel looked at him in total shock, "end it or I'll tell his parents," he threatened.

"But I can't…." Nigel started to protest.

"I was going to tell him that I knew tomorrow," Father revealed, "but this is much better," he said with a grin, "do it or Alexander will be sent away and disowned and your little 'friend' here will no longer need prosthetics," he warned.

Herbert whimpered loudly at that and shook even harder.

"Good Day gentlemen," Father said formally then left them to be alone.

"I told you about Father," Herbert whispered almost tearfully.

"I know," Nigel responded as he now hugged and trued to comfort the terrified Herbert, "I know," he whispered as he thought sadly about what he now had to do.

Done

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