Title: Famous Last Words
By: Schiz
Dear Readers,
Wow, this must be a treat for the readers. I'm actually updating stuff. ::Gasp:: I know. It's amazing, it must like symbolize the end of the world or something. Anyway, um… let's see… uh, not much to say in this one except please review? I like to hear reviews and stuff and hear the voice of the people. None the less… um… have fun.
Sincerely,
Schiz
Fun Fact about this fanfic:
Did you know that I don't own Cirque Du Freak?
Did you know that the character Bryanna is actually based off of NewPort. Haha.
P.S: Larten Lover Rocks!!!
Chapter 27
Proxime
I woke up to Larten's calm even breathing. I was pressed against him tightly, yet delicately at the same time as if I wear a delicate flower that could shatter into a million pieces at the slightest wrong move. His nose was buried into my hair. I watched him for a few moments before leaning up and kissing his chin gently. He stirred a bit and pulled his nose from my hair. His eyes opened slowly and flicked down to me. I smiled. "Evening Love," he said quietly, he leaned down and kissed me on the head. I sat up and began to stretch. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back down. "It's too early to go out…" he pouted. I laughed softly. "The suns down though…" I said. "But- but…" he stuttered giving me an innocent child-like look. "Alright, alright," I said laying back down beside him. He chuckled softly at my compliance and how easily I had given in. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nibbled on my earlobe.
"Come on now Larten… it's time to get up…" I said firmly, even though I didn't want to get up either. He tightened his grip around my waist a bit. "Come on Proxime…" he pleaded. "Just a few minutes…?" he begged. He nuzzled his nose into my neck. "All work and no play makes Larten a grouch." He chuckled softly. I couldn't help but laugh a bit as well. "That's true." I vouched and nuzzled up against him. He seized the moment in an instant and kissed me roughly, yet softly at the same time. I let him have is fun for a few moments, as I enjoyed the closeness I shared with him, his arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer. He growled softly when I wouldn't allow him the pleasure of exploring my mouth. I took the moment to turn the tables and explore his mouth. He paused for a moment, shocked that I was the one taking control a bit, but then I felt his lips form a small smile under my mouth as I kissed him lovingly.
Outside the van
Darren walked up to Aimee as she began to exit the van. "Hey Aimee," he said. Aimee looked up. "Oh, hey," she responded. She gave a quick fleeting smile. Evra walked up behind Darren. "Hey Aimee," he greeted. "Hey," she said back. "Funny, I haven't seen Mr. Crepsley since the sun went down… you would think he'd be hounding me by now…" Darren said as he sniggered. "Actually he's with Proxime…" Aimee said. "What do you think they could be doing?" Evra teased. Darren's face went pale. "Woah, woah woah. Mr. Crepsley is NOT like that!" Darren insisted. "There is no way Mr. Crepsley could ever get laid… especially with someone out of his league like that." Aimee shrugged. "Think as you want, but he's been in there since last night." She continued. Evra snickered. Darren's face went red and he held his head. "THE IMAGES!" He shouted. "AHHH THE IMAGES!!!" He fell to the ground clutching his head at the "images".
"What images?" came a familiar voice, as Mr. Crepsley stepped out of the van. Darren's face went ghostly white again. "N-nothing." Mr. Crepsley blinked, in an unusually happy matter. "Alright then." He said, he scratched the back of his head, his neck being exposed a bit, showing a rather… obnoxious "love bite". Darren caught sight of it, and grew quiet. "Well then… er… carry on." Mr. Crepsley spoke. He walked away humming a tune unfamiliar to Darren and the others. Proxime came out of the van shortly after and followed after him quickly. "I think I'm gonna be sick…" Darren groaned holding his stomach. "Did you see the size of that thing?!" Evra hollered, laughing. "Guess she's not as innocent as we all think." He chuckled. "I think it's sweet." Aimee said crossing her arms.
"What the Mr. Crepsley wants to "have relations" with someone he just recently met?" Darren asked sickly. "No, they do have a history, thank you very much." Aimee snapped. Evra blinked. "How do you know that?" he asked. "My mom talks to me a lot. She tells me about her past a lot and what went on. She mentioned Mr. Crepsley a lot; apparently they go back to when he was younger and only an assistant himself." Aimee stated. Darren shivered. "I still think it's gross." He said. "There's no proof to even prove that's going on anyway, so get your mind out of the gutter." Aimee spoke. She rolled her eyes and turned away. "Now come on we got chores to do…the show'll be up in a week or so…" she said in a matter-of-fact manner. Darren and Evra nodded, and followed after to go do chores.