The Bride of Chase Young Chapter 17

Two weeks had passed since Marie's showdown, and she was back up to speed. The only difference being that Chase refused flat out to let her participate in showdowns anymore.

"I can't risk you getting hurt again." he said. Marie had surprisingly agreed. She was currently over at the Spicer house, helping Jack with his secret plan.

Chase hated that.

Ever since he had brought her home, Marie had done nothing but spend time with that little worm. And she refused to tell him what they were doing! He had been forced to resort to using his Eye Spy Orb to get any information. Like the fact that three days ago, Marie's siblings had come to China and were helping with the plot. They had spent a lot of time talking in tones so low not even Chase could hear, though he had a feeling that whatever it was involved music, as Tom had brought a large keyboard.

At that moment in The Spicer mansions basement, Marie, Jack and her siblings were talking about the party that was to be thrown in a few days.

"Okay guys, lets go through this one last time." said Tom. "I'm on the keyboard. Sam, you're on drums. Marie is on guitar, Jack's on bass and we all do vocals."

"Got it." said Marie. "Now Jack, you're sure your mom is convinced that Tom is the new pianist for the party?"

"Yep. I told her the other guy had to cancel."

"Pfft." Scoffed Sam. "Yeah right. What'd you really do San Fransisco?" Jack turned his eyes toward the sky in an assumed look of innocence.

"Nothing." He said, nudging a bloody wrench under his work bench with a foot.

"By the way. How formal is this thing? Black tie or casual?" asked Tom.

"Black tie. Mom and Dads parties are major snob fests." replied Jack. "I'll take you into town later to get a tuxedo. Marie, you got anything formal?"

"I think I can find something for Sam and Me." said Marie. "Now let's get down to business."

–

Three days later, Marie was sitting at her vanity table putting on her mascara for the party.

"Do you know when you'll be home?" asked Chase. Marie looked at him in the mirror.

"Dunno. Midnight to one A.M. I should think. Aren't you coming? Jack said you could come if you wanted."

"And spend an entire evening with that pest? I think not. I see enough of him during showdowns." Scoffed Chase. Marie rolled her eyes.

"Well, if you change your mind, you know where to go. How do I look?" She stood and turned around slowly. Her hair was done up in a simple yet elegant up-do. She wore an ankle length black cheongsam with no sleeves and a red dragon winding up her legs, resting its head on her shoulder. Chase smiled and pulled her close for a hug.

"As lovely as ever my angel." he whispered into her ear. Marie giggled and hugged him back.

"You sure you don't want to come to the party?" She asked. "It might be fun." Chase smirked and shook a finger at her.

"Nice try my love but it won't work. No means no."

"Fine. I guess I'll just go by myself. Jack did say there were cousins of his who thought I was a real looker." Said Marie, starting to walk out the door. Chase grabbed her arm possessively.

"On second thought." he said with a low growl. "I think I'll join you after all."

"Bingo." thought Marie before Chase teleported them outside the Spicer mansion.

They reached the doors, Marie flashing the invitation to the party, and entered the main hall. Piano lounge music was drifting across the room from a small stage where Tom sat playing a grand piano.

"And who might you be?" asked a voice from their left. It was Mrs. Spicer, wearing a scarlet cocktail dress and holding a martini.

"Sorry Mrs. Spicer, we were never formally introduced." said Marie politely. "My name is Marie Jones. I'm a friend of Jacks and the pianists' sister And this is my boyfriend Chase Young." Jack's mother smiled.

"Ah, so you're the one who's been keeping my Jackie company. It's good that he has a friend. He seems incredibly lonely sometimes."

"Gee, I wonder why?" Marie snarled under her breath.

"Did you say something dear?"

"Oh, I said, what a wonderful sky. The stars were beautiful outside. Excuse us, we have to find Jack." Marie grabbed Chase's arm and pulled him over to the stage.

"I fucking hate that woman." she snarled quietly. "I mean, what does she expect when she leaves her son alone constantly?!"

"Welcome to my world girl." said Jack, popping seemingly out of nowhere. "She's either enrolling me in classes to get me to socialize, or she's leaving me alone for weeks." Marie gasped. Jack looked completely different. His hair was un-gelled and hanging gently around his face, and his makeup was gone.

"Whoa...Jack." Marie breathed. Sam popped out from behind Jack, a cocky grin on her face, wearing a sleek lavender gown.

"I know, he looks great right? I convinced him to let his hair down." she said. She grinned evilly as she noticed Chase.

"So you got the handbag to show huh? Guess I owe Tom a dollar."

"One more handbag comment and I'll turn you into one, brat." snarled Chase. Marie rolled her eyes at the two of them. They had been teasing each other since Christmas. Sam had really latched on to Chase, treating him like another big brother and teasing him about his reptilian form at every turn. Chase always seemed to take it in stride, threatening Sam with brutal punishments but never meaning a word of it. Even now he smiled a bit.

"Play nice kids." laughed Jack. "We don't want my mother to think there's a fight breaking out. You'd be tossed out before you could say boo."

"Oh, yer ma's just a fussy little child lad." said a quivery voice with an Irish accent. Jack instantly broke out in a happy grin and squealed.

"Grannie!" Grannie turned out to be a tiny old woman with skin as white and thin as paper. Her eyes were a pale blue, nearly white, and she wore her white hair in a tight bun.

"By the emerald isles!" she exclaimed happily. "Is that me little grandson Jack? You've grown me lad. Aye, a few more inches and you'll break six foot tall. And who are these people here? Surely not the cretins that beat you up every day?" she said as she noticed Marie and the others.

"No Grannie. This is a friend of mine and her family." replied Jack. "Oh, and That Chase Young guy I'm always blabbing about." Grannie's eyes flashed.

"You mean the one who tried to feed you to a T-Rex?"

"Uh-Oh." thought Marie. "This could get ugly..."

"Well then sonny. I got somethin' for you." Grannie said, reaching into her handbag. Marie waited with bated breath as she pulled out....a tupper ware container full of cupcakes.

"Here." she said with a small smile. "Have a cupcake. They're specially made." Jacks eyes went wide and he quickly snatched the container away.

"Grannie!" He yelped. "That was a year ago. He's a friend! Save the special cupcakes for the real bad guys, okay?" Grannie looked shocked at her grandsons behavior for a moment before shrugging and tucking the tupper ware container back into her bag.

"Alright sonny, now you have fun with your friends." Grannie said with a smile as she hobbled off. Jack sighed in relief.

"That was close. Guys, if my Grandmother offers you she says is specially made, for the love of every god in taoism, DO NOT TAKE IT!"

"Why not? She seemed like a sweet old lady." said Sam. "I'm guessing she's where you get your albinism from."

"Yeah, but she's also one second biggest evil figures in my life. She was the only one who encouraged me to take up evil."

"So what's the deal with the cupcakes?"

"Grannie uses the lure of cupcakes to get rid of her enemies. You saw the sprinkles on top? Those are slivers of rat poison." Sam blinked once before breaking out into giggles.

"Dude! Your Grannie kicks ass!" she snickered. Jack smiled.

"She sure does Sam."

"Damn rights." said a large muscle bound red head with blond streaks. "But Grannie always liked him better."

"That's because you only met her three years ago. She hasn't had time to warm up to you." Jack said with a smirk. "By the way guys, this is my older half brother Francis Stone. A.k.a; Hotstreak." Sam's eyebrow popped up.

"Wait, Hotstreak? The Hotstreak? The most bad ass pyro to ever walk the earth?" she queried. "Dude! You're my freakin' hero!" Francis stared at her for a total of three seconds before bursting out laughing.

"I'm your hero? That's a first. Most people view me as one of the bad guys!" he clapped a hand on her shoulder. "I like you kid. What're you doing hanging around my old man's party anyway?"

"Jack invited me and my brother and sister. You?"

"My old man made me come. Something about needing someone for Jack to look up to."

"That's a dumb reason."

"Yeah well, my dad's an idiot." Marie marveled at how well Sam was getting along with the older bang baby.

"Looks like Frankie's finally found someone to talk to." said a blond, bespectacled boy, walking up behind Marie.

"Hey Richie." said Jack. "Glad you made it. Frankie still giving you trouble?"

"Nah, he's fine." Richie replied before glancing at Marie. "Who are your friends?"

"Oh right!" said Jack. "Richie, this is Marie Jones, a friend of mine. The tall bad ass is Chase Young, my evil hero. The guy playing the piano is Marie's older brother Tom, and the girl who is currently chatting it up with Frankie is the youngest Jones kid, Sam. Guys, this is Richard Foley, Frankie's boyfriend." Richie waved shyly. Marie smiled at him, deciding she liked the blond. Jack checked his watch.

"Just about time." He said. "Marie, get Sam and get on stage. Time to liven up this party." Marie grinned evilly before turning around, whispering something in Sam's ear and taking off towards the stage. Once the three other teens were on stage, Tom stopped playing. The other guests stopped talking and looked toward the stage, wondering why the music had stopped. Jack strode up to a microphone nervously.

"Ahem." he coughed. "Hi there. I'm Jack Spicer the son of the people throwing this party. Now, most of you are perfectly happy with lounge music and idle chatter, but I noticed a lot of teens in the crowd tonight. So for their sake, we're going to liven this place up a bit. Hit it guys." Jack picked up a Bass guitar as the others began the opening notes to a song. It was one almost all the teens in the room recognized; Turn Your Back by Billy Talent. Though the song had no female vocals, Sam and Marie sang along with Jack and Tom.

"And when the clock strikes twelve, tell me where you gonna be?

Cleaning up the mess we've made or watching your T.V.

And if you if you have to ask, then you don't have a clue

There's snow in Arizona while they're bombing in Beirut."

Chase found the song rather catchy with a good rhythm. He looked around him and was surprised to see many of the teenage guests bobbing their heads and tapping their feet to the beat. One young blond man was mouthing the words while dancing. As the song went into the chorus the teens became more frenzied and danced harder.

"When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can't ignore...

Ya run,run away! But there's no place to hide mate!

When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight...

'Cause you're too late, so kiss your ass goodbye mate!"

Chase glanced from the stage to sweep the room. He noticed with a certain glee that Mrs. Spicer was silently fuming in the corner. Many of the other parents, including Granny Spicer, were smiling. Chase looked back at the stage. Marie and Jack were back to back, singing and playing their hearts out while Sam pounded her rhythms on the drums and Tom's fingers flew across the keys.

The song ended to cheers from the teens and polite applause from the adults. For about thirty seconds anyway.

"What on earth are you doing?!" shrieked Mrs. Spicer. "Jackie, you've ruined my party! I want those kids escorted out, right now!"

"Aww! Don't send them out Aunt Carol! This party was just getting started." said the blond boy Chase had seen dancing earlier. The other teens nodded in agreement.

"C'mon!" yelled Francis. "Let them stay!"

"No! They are ruining my party."

"Okay mom." said Jack. "How about this? You can have your snob party in here, and anyone who wants to can come have a fun time in the east ballroom." he turned from his mother to the other teens in the room.

"All those who want fun, decent snacks, and awesome music, come with us." He said. "oh, did I mention we have a fully stocked bar?" That did it! The teens cheered and followed Jack as he hopped off the stage and led the way. Tom got up from the piano and was about to follow when he stopped and turned to the albino geniuses mother.

"Mrs Spicer, I quit." he said with a grin before following his family.

–

God, I can't believe how long this took! Stupid writers block...Oh, and just a warning for the next Chapter: if you have issues with gays, kindly don't read.