Chapter 5

"And you must be-" Kelly stopped mid-sentence once the door was open. She stared out at Silver, dressed in a black suit. His silver locks were freshly cut, leaving it short in the back and long on top, sweeping down into his eyes. "sexy…" Kelly muttered, finishing her sentence. "Meech is just about ready," she stepped to the side, allowing Silver entrance to Michelle's home. Michelle had retreated farther into the hallway, away from the front door. She paced back and forth, trying to figure out the best way to handle her current situation.

Back in the entryway, Silver crossed his arms.

"She should be 'ere any minute," Kelly tilted her head, raising her left shoulder slightly. She gave a nervous chuckle, then turned to the stairs, "Meech? Michelle? Your boyfriend is 'ere." No answer. "Meech!" On cue, Michelle hopped out from behind the wall to stand at the top of the stairs.

"Hi, Silver. I was just, uh…finishing my makeup." Michelle cleared her throat awkwardly, remembering that she hadn't bothered to put on any makeup at all. And it was probably obvious.

"Shall we get going, then?" Silver uncrossed his arms and stepped toward the door.

"Um, yeah, let's," Michelle stepped down the stairs and joined him, grabbing her black wool pea coat from the coat rack and slinging it onto her slim body. Silver opened the door with his right hand and placed the other on the small of Michelle's back, leading her out of the house.

"'Ave fun!" Kelly called out after them.

Michelle looked at her driveway to see a black corvette. "Is that…yours?"

"Yeah," Silver moved ahead of her and opened the passenger door, waving for her to climb in. Michelle sat down in the passenger seat and swung her legs in together. Unfortunately, neither she nor Silver paid attention to Michelle's hand, resulting in Silver shutting the door on said hand.

Michelle released a small scream, yanking her hand back as Silver pulled the car door open again, "Oh my god!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine."

"I am so sorry," Silver knelt down at Michelle's side, reaching out for her injured hand, "Let me see it," he cradled it in his palm as Michelle whimpered lightly. "It's okay, Michelle." Silver's voice was low and comforting. A warm feeling began to blossom in Michelle's palm, extending to her fingertips. When it faded, the pain was gone and her hand was perfectly fine.

Michelle held up her hand, marveling at it, "How did you-"

"That's not important. We've got a party to get to, right?"

"Er, right. Let's go." Michelle closed her door as Silver walked around the vehicle and climbed into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life and took to a low purr as they pulled out of the driveway and started toward the party.

While the drive had been silent and uneventful, their arrival at the party was the exact opposite. They pulled up a curved driveway and parked near the door. As they climbed out and approached the door, it swung open to reveal a gorgeous entryway illuminated by a chandelier and countless candles. The door shut once they were inside, and Oliver came to greet them.

"Michelle! lovely to see you! And this is…?"

"Silver Oakenvale," he introduced himself, offering his right hand to Oliver.

Oliver accepted it with a slightly disappointed look on his face, "Yes, I believe Michelle mentioned you on our lunch date."

"It wasn't a date," Michelle shook her head.

Ignoring her comment, Oliver continued, "I must say, Michelle, you look ravishing. That dress really brings out your lovely eyes," he took her right hand lightly and kissed it, his eyes never leaving Michelle's.

"Oh my…thank you, Mr. Wood."

"Please, call me Oliver. Mister is far too formal for us."

"Right. Um..lovely party," Michelle took her hand back.

"Thank you," Oliver smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"I'll go get you a drink," Silver said, touching Michelle's arm as he spoke. He left before Michelle could protest and beg him not to leave her alone with this creeper.

Oliver took a step toward Michelle, "I'm very glad you decided to come to my party."

Michelle took a step backward, "Oh, well, I love a good party, you know. So does Silver. He can be such a party animal some times."

He stepped forward again, forcing Michelle against the wall in her attempt to retreat, "Well if you're in the mood to party, we could go upstairs. The mood up there is much more…" he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "uninhibited."

AN: Again, another cliff hanger. I'm sorry, I love suspense. But hey, you're not going to have to wait very long for the next chapter, so don't worry your pretty little heads too much. If you've got any ideas on how the next chapter's gonna go, I'd love to hear them, so make sure to review!! I'm also taking story requests, so if you'd like me to write a one-shot for you, you can also review and let me know. Love you all! 3