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Chapter 11! Whoo!
Hey guys hey there! I have officially started my third year of college! So writing things is gonna be a little more difficult. But, I do have a creative writing class this semester so I won't be completely dead. Hopefully.
Anyway, three things!
Number 1: Voting is still up for Chapter 13! And I have gotten some reviews with your choices and I definitely appreciate it! But I made a poll so people who don't feel like reviewing can also vote through that poll. It's on my bio page so PLEASE vote. It's up for another week so get to it! :)
Number 2: This story is called La La by the Cab like I promised and usually I don't do dedications to anyone. BUT... I have had a very faithful reviewer who is looking forward to this and has review on every single one of my stories and I really REALLY appreciate it! So this story is dedicated to the lovely MorganTaylorM3! Thank you so much for supporting me!
Number 3: Some beginning notes about the story. Italics are thoughts (Most of them are Rhonda's, you'll see why.) Italics and underline is another song. This other song is I'll Be by Edwin McCain. Just thought I'd let you know!
So without further ado: La La featuring Rhonda and Curly!
Curly hated these stupid little events that his aunt and uncle threw. They were always too fancy, too formal and everyone at the party was always a pompous ass. He never would have imagine going from life on a small farm with his parents in to a big and fancy mansion in the middle of the city; surrounded by so many people. After his parents died in a car accident when he was thirteen, he was forced to live with his conceited aunt and uncle, along with their two children who were just as bad as them. He was just lucky that usually they let him live however he pleased. Well, expect for nights like these.
In the Gammelthorpe manor, there were always rather lavish events being hosted and unfortunately, as a member of their "family", Curly was expected to dress up and attend every single one of them, no matter what the circumstances. He hated dressing up though, the formal ware that lined a special part of his closet, the fancy shoes, the slicked back hair. He just wished that he could escape all the craziness and just leave. He still had two years left before he could go off to college. He sighed as he adjusted the bowtie currently choking him and attempted to flatten out his hair before walking out of his room.
As per usual, he was late. Not that it mattered, his aunt and uncle expected him to show up for dinner and dancing. Dinner was served at 7 sharp and he still had at least 15 minutes to attempt to hide. He walked down the grand staircase as swarms of people in their best evening ware walked through their front door. His cousin Lucy, known now as Lucille was busily chatting up the other girls her age at the doorway as her mother stood almost 10 feet away doing the same thing with their mothers. He groaned inwardly. Like mother like daughter. As for his other cousin, William and his father, they sat in the estate room where most of the men smoked their cigars, idly sipped at their brandys and talked about their businesses. William was just there because at 18 years old, he was trying to fit in with the other adults. His uncle even expected him to find his way in there one day but he refused, at least, in his head he refused. He didn't have the courage to defy the only family that had decided to take him in.
As dinner commenced and ended, he felt as if the night would never end and now he had to deal with the fact that he still had to dance. He never really learned how to properly dance, he had seen it enough on movies and television shows about the awkward couples at prom that would dance to really slow music. Usually, no one asked Curly to dance cause he was considered the weird kid of the Gammelthorpe's. He knew that his cousins would trash talk about him behind his back and thank god they did. He didn't want to be a part of this stupid high society thing anyway. He would have much rather preferred to be on his own. He continued to sit in the corner of the ballroom until he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't just something, it was someone. A very beautiful someone.
Come feel my heart
It's beating like a drum and I confess
When you're around
It's like an army's marching through my chest
Curly's heart flipped and skipped a few beats when he looked at the tall girl dressed in red standing across the room. She had long dark hair that curled around her shoulders and towards her chest and dark brown eyes that seemed to make the room feel a little bit brighter. She must have been new to all of these parties because he had never seen her before in his life. He would have definitely noticed if she had. And for some odd reason, Curly felt compelled to ask her to dance, even though he had no idea how. With a determined walk across the ballroom floor, he tapped the girl lightly on the shoulder as she turned around to stare back at him.
And there's nothing I can do
I just gravitate towards you
You're pulling on me like the moon
"Um…hi."
"Hello."
"I was wondering…wondering…wondering if you want to… you know…"
"Dance?"
"Yea! Dance! Do you want to dance with me?"
He felt the heat rising on his cheeks as she smirked slightly and nodded, pulling him out onto the floor with her. Curly definitely needed to talk to her more tonight, she was something way too interesting to let go off. He adjusted his hands on her hips and she instantly took command, which he appreciated.
"So, um…where are you from? I've never seen you around here before."
"Hillwood. I'm visiting my cousin Charlene for the next few days while my parents are in Rio."
"Why didn't you go?"
"Wasn't invited. Traitors."
"Wait Charlene? As in Charlene Wellington? You're a Wellington?"
"Wellington-Lloyd actually. My mother is Bert Wellington's younger sister."
"Do you have a first name then?"
"Rhonda. It's Rhonda."
Wow. Rhonda what a beautiful name.
"I'm Thad, I go by Curly though."
Jesus, what a dweeb. But he's hot. I mean, I might actually get something out of this kid. You are lucky you are cute.
I just wanna get you sideways
I say anything I can to get me more than just a dance
Tell me where to put my hands
You know that you could be my favorite one-night stand
"I think I'll just stick with Thad. If you don't mind."
"Sounds perfect." He blushed.
Hook, line and sinker.
Tonight, Rhonda only had one plan. To steal the man that her stupid cousin Charlene had been ogling for the past couple months. Sure, it was a bit petty but Charlene had done too much to piss her off lately. Like the multiple expensive trips that her parents were taking her on, the fact that no matter where the two of them went, Charlene still managed to get more guys than she did. It annoyed her so much, but now, now she was about to get even. By stealing this really hot, but incredibly dorky guy right from out of Charlene's big fat nose job.
"So maybe we could go talk somewhere. You seem really interesting."
"Sure!" He practically yelled into her ear.
"Uh…great. Let's go this way."
She pulled him towards the back door, but not without first passing Charlene and her friends as she stuck out her tongue at her and walked out the door without the lovesick puppy behind her even seeing a thing. This was just too perfect.
She slid her arms behind his neck and smiled an award winning smile at him. He practically melted.
"There's actually something else that I wanted to do instead of talk."
She leaned in towards him and met her lips to his. He almost pulled back in shock before settling into the kiss. She had to admit, this boy could kiss. Best one nighter she'd ever pull.
You get me higher
It had been a complete shock to Curly as this beautiful girl had been kissing him. Actually, was still kissing him.
It was one of the best nights of his life.
What would you do if I told you that I la-la-la-loved you?
Do if I said it tonight?
To think that this beautiful woman would even give him the time of day. To be a Wellington and to still think that he was actually attractive almost scared him. The Gammelthorpe's and the Wellington's were arch rivals, in business and many other aspects. Mr. Wellington was one of his uncle's main competitors in the oil industry and hated his guts while Charlene and his cousin Lucille were equestrian competitors. But with Rhonda and himself coming from two different places and joining here in this society, it seemed like the idea of a Wellington and Gammelthorpe together could actually happen. He smiled into the kiss as he let his daydreams go on.
He was in love with a woman that he just met and he didn't care.
You're like a song
A beautiful symphony to my eyes
So take me on
I wanna sing along all through the night
As Curly let go of the kiss, he grinned at her while she put on a small smile.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, you know that?"
"Am I?"
"Your voice is like my favorite song. I just keep on wanting listening to it over and over again. And your eyes, they sing too you know. Beauty, glory, and maybe some pain."
"You can tell that just by looking at me?"
"You seem like a good person. I can tell good people right away."
Rhonda couldn't help but blush.
What a charmer. Now I almost feel bad for what I'm going to do.
Curly took this as a sign to stand against the railing overlooking their large garden and sigh. Rhonda glided next to him.
"You don't seem to fit with all of this people."
Curly tilted his head at her.
"I mean, you're just different."
"I guess you figured out I'm not really from here. Is it that obvious?"
"A little." She smiled.
I'm not like the other boys
Cause with you I've got no choice
Curly couldn't help but be amazed as Rhonda went from demanding and commanding to this incredibly shy and innocent person in almost 2 seconds flat. She was exciting, intoxicating. He wanted more, needed more. There was no choice in the matter, he needed to know more, needed to be with her more.
She was his escape from this proper and demeaning world that he was forced to live in.
He leaned in and kissed her again and she blushed.
It took a minute for Rhonda to realize exactly what she was doing as she felt her face getting warmer. Could it be that she was actually falling for this guy? She had just met him, would probably never see him again. But maybe in the back of her mind, she did want to see him again. She shook those notions out of her mind. She's not here to fall for some mysteriously dark stranger she just met, she was here for revenge.
You make me wanna lose my voice
I just wanna get you sideways
No, I'm not the type to lie
But I might just start tonight
"Can I ask you a question?"
Rhonda was interrupted by her thoughts by a bright-eyed Curly.
"Sure."
"What's the reason you stayed with me? There were plenty of other guys that are richer and smarter and better looking than me, why didn't you go with them and reject me?"
Cause I'm trying to ruin my cousin's life. Cause I hate my cousin. Cause she's better than me.
"Because I'm not honestly looking for someone like that. I want someone honest, mysterious but someone I know will treat me the way I should be treated. Plus you found me first."
Nice save. He's eating it up.
"Oh. Well, yea. I guess that counts too." He smiled.
He looks so happy. What the hell am I doing?
The lights soon turned off as Rhonda instantly reached for Curly's arm and gripped it tight.
Curly cringed in pain. The woman had talons, Jesus Christ. But he knew Rhonda couldn't tell that he was almost crying out in pain due to insane amount of darkness. Even the house was completely pitch black while he heard the echoes of screams from the ballroom. Someone must have blown out the power.
Let me turn off all the lights
You know that you could be my favorite lullaby
"You okay?"
"I think so." She squeaked.
It seemed like almost pure instinct when Curly opened his mouth and started to sing to her as her grip was slowly releasing from his upper arm with every word that came out of his mouth.
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Rhonda had never heard anyone sing like that before in her life. It was the most beautiful singing voice. How is it that this guy could be incredibly attractive and have the voice of an angel. She let go of his arm and moved away from him slightly. A little concerned, he stopped singing.
"No, wait. Please keep singing."
"You want me to keep going?"
"Yea. But you don't have to…" She blushed again.
Come on face. Stop blushing. You have a plan to put forth.
You get me higher
"I…alright…"
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartaches that hang from above
With each word that Curly sang, Rhonda slid over to him and eventually rested her head onto his shoulder as they watched the stars in complete darkness.
Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. You. Are. Not going to do this to him. Screw your revenge plan, screw Charlene and her being better. You're falling fast for this guy. Keep him around!
"But what if I mess it all up?"
You won't. Trust me.
"What did you say? Mess what up?"
Rhonda turned her head to look up at him as he stared at her in confusion.
"…Nothing…I…I…I just forget it, please?"
Like a symphony
"No, I want to know what's wrong? Is it me?"
"No! It's me. I just don't know."
"Know what, what do you need to know?"
Like a symphony tonight
"I'm not sure if I'm being completely honest."
"How can you not be completely honest?"
"Thad…I…when you walked over to meet, I wanted to use you to get back at my cousin Charlene because she has a huge crush on you and if I was with you and she noticed, she'd get pissed and I would finally beat her at something. My parents are constantly comparing me to her and I'm their only daughter. Being last place in a one person competition sucks."
Curly turned away from her a moment and sighed.
"You used me?"
"I was going to…but I can't."
"Why? Why would you tell me? Why would you even think like that?"
Curly heard his words get louder and louder as he continued to scream at her.
What would you do if I told you that I la-la-la-loved you?
Do if I said it tonight?
"Do you even realize that I had started to fall for you? I thought you were different than all these stuck up snobs and rich fools. I thought you were beautiful, demanding and stubborn but yet sensitive and honest. Well…maybe not honest anymore…I just met you and I think I'm in love with you! Do you get that?"
Rhonda stared down at the ground as she sniffled and wiped her eyes. With one last look at her, Curly walked back into the house as Rhonda watched him walk out the door.
What would you do if I told you that I la-la-loved you?
"I love you too."
Well I didn't make Rhonda a jerk...that much. She was sad at the end? Oh I'm a jerk while writing Rhonda. xD
So I hope you enjoyed it!
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