A/N Sorry this is late! Internet died last night, KARMA IS A BITCH!
Chapter 10
"And the little fuzzy bunny...Never. Came. Back!" the small children seated near Jane jumped, and a little girl started to cry. Jane was seated in the middle of a circle of forty kids all ranging from six to ten.
Jane sighed slightly and stared out the window of the library. The sky had begun to fade to a dark blue on this Halloween night.
All of the high schoolers were allowed to dress up and have a dance in the gymnasium to celebrate Halloween. The younger kids got to dress up also, but the elementary schoolers were only allowed to stay in the library and listen to scary stories. The middle schoolers could choose to trick-or-treat in the several teachers' rooms or to stay in their dorms if they thought they were too cool for Halloween.
And of course, seeing how Jane was the Head Librarian, she was stuck reading stories to the little kids. Jane heard snickering coming from behind the check-out desk and shot a glare in that general direction, seeing that the culprits had disappeared.
Jane had been forced to dress up in some ugly red dress, but she had tried to make herself look cute by braiding her hair and attempting to find a pair of glasses that would actually match the dress (as opposed to her normal brown ones).
Jane felt a tug at her elbow and looked down to see the ever rambunctious Peter Kirkland. He was dressed up as a sailor and was covered in some sort of...sticky substance.
"Peter...what do you have on you?"
Peter burst out in tears.
"Th-the other ki-hick-ds put t-toothpaste all hick over me..." he tried to rub at his eyes but began to cry even harder because he now had toothpaste in them.
Jane sighed and placed the 'scary' storybook on her chair and rushed Peter to the nearest bathroom.
Jane opened the door to ladies bathroom but Peter began to pull away from her, scared to go into the ladies room. Jane let out an exasperated sigh and took Peter to the boy's bathroom instead.
Jane opened the door (and thank God no one was in there) and placed Peter onto one of the white sinks. She wet a paper towel and rubbed at the messy clothes but soon gave up. The toothpaste was everywhere, she wet another towel and dabbed at Peter's soft cheeks.
"Peter...why did the other kids put toothpaste on you?" Peter didn't look into Jane's eyes as she spoke.
"Because I don't have a Mommy and Daddy..." he whispered softly. Jane stopped mid-motion and looked into Peter's wet blue eyes.
"Oh, sweetie...I'm sorry. I'll teach those other kids a lesson about being nice to others!" Jane started to rub softly at Peter's cheeks. Peter shed a few more tears but Jane pretended that it was just more water on his face.
After the toothpaste was finally off, Jane and Peter held hands and began to walk back to the library. Jane stopped, picked Peter up and placed him on her hip.
"How about we go get a cookie from the nice ladies in the cafeteria? They might still be open~..." Peter's eyes grew bright, but in a happy way at the thought of sugar.
Jane carried the small nine-year old-boy to the cafeteria, trying to keep his thoughts happy and focused on the festive night.
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"What the bloody hell are you supposed to be?" Alfred looked down at his suit then back up at Arthur.
"Clark Kent-obviously. I'm the hero-but in disguise. Wanna see what's under the suit?" he said with a playful eyebrow waggle and grin.
"But I should really be the one asking why you dressed up as a sissy pirate." Arthur looked taken back as he placed a hand on his chest in defense.
"I beg your pardon, but you have seen those American pirate movies? They're all so hot. Orland Bloom was from Canterbury, you know." Alfred could only stare at Arthur as he drabbled on. He loved everything about him, his accent, his eyes, the way he cursed in that weird British slang. Alfred could listen to him talk for hours.
But the rap music playing was loud and distracting, bodies were grinding along with the beat of the music, and mysterious splashes of white were on several places of the wooden dance floor.
As the current song ended, the DJ shouted to everyone that each hour he was going to play one slow song for all of the couples. A different song with a contagious beat began to play throughout the room.
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly
Alfred's eyes grew wide. He loved to listen to this song before each football game.
"We have to dance to this!" he shouted at Arthur. Arthur shook his head aggressively, his feather-full hat almost falling off his head, his glove-covered arms crossed like an X.
"No way...'José'? Whatever, you and your weird sayings-but NO, I will not dance to this filth, not unless it was with...you know who."
Alfred grabbed Arthur's hand anyways and brought him further onto the dance floor. Alfred didn't care if anyone could see him with Arthur; they were wearing costumes after all. The American teen placed his hands on Arthur's hips and brought himself closer to the British boy, his body almost melting into the other's. He began to sway his hips left to right, bending his knees as he went low.
When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got a passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it...
Arthur was completely terrible at dancing, moving his hips in the wrong direction and muttering that he didn't know what to do.
Alfred was trying to make sure that Arthur didn't mention the frog again. Arthur had confided in Alfred once they started to become friends those many weeks ago. Alfred hadn't shown that he was ecstatic that Arthur 'played for the other team'.
But the only thing Alfred absolutely hated about his current situation...was the fact that Arthur was in love with someone else. The froggy French teacher was the current object of the royal's affection.
"You're not very good at this, are you?" shouted Alfred.
When I'm at the beach, I'm in a Speedo trying to tan my cheeks
This is how I roll, come on ladies it's time to go-
"You stupid git! Of course I'm not good at this! I do not dance. Ever. The only time I've ever danced was with Granny Beth last summer at her birthday party."
Alfred was trying to focus on Arthur's words, hoping to distract himself from the warmth pooling in his abdomen. Alfred blew at the fluffy feather that was itching his nose.
"Oh! Oh! There he is!" Arthur pointed at a figure dressed as...Fabio? Alfred was filled with...contempt? Jealousy? He didn't know what, but he knew he did not like the 'sexy' French teacher.
I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it(Show it show it)
Arthur then began to try his hardest to look sexy. Rubbing his ass into Alfred's groin, the friction burning his stiffening cock.
Arthur dropped low, almost imitating the girls who touched the floor. Alfred began to panic, he could only take so much, he was a teenage boy after all. The wiggles were almost too much.
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out
Alfred let out a sigh of relief as the song finally ended. Fabio was dancing with someone who went for the stereotypical bed sheet ghost. Wait.
Matthew had left the dorm as a ghost...
Nah, that can't be him-he's to shy...
The ghost went low with Fabio, grinding sensually, an arm wrapped around his neck.
I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie-
Alfred tried to turn Arthur around, avoiding the sexual pair dancing across the room.
"How about we take a break-it's fucking hot in here." Arthur nodded.
"Agreed."
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom
Boom, badoom, boom bass
Yeah that's that super bass...
Alfred led Arthur by the hand, escaping the musky scent of the hot gymnasium.
"Ahhhhhhh! Fresh air." Arthur looked a little sour-probably because he wasn't in the same area as Mr. Bonnefoy, but quite frankly-Alfred didn't give a shit. He wanted Arthur all to himself, even though he would never admit it to anyone.
They sat outside, other couples walking in and out of the gymnasium-some stumbling drunk and others giggling on high. A princess with a white mask walked by with a Goldilocks and a secret agent with a shiny (hopefully) fake gun at his side.
As Arthur took in the fresh air, it Alfred took everything he had to not mention that he was gay.
Arthur didn't know that he was gay-he just knew he was tolerable (unlike his father). Even Matthew didn't know, and Matthew was his best friend.
Alfred shook his head to clear his thoughts, and make sure not to stare at Arthur with the sweat dripping from his temple to his earlobe, curving his cheek and then dripping to the fake jewel clipped onto his ear.
Alfred signaled to go back inside, and of course the slow song of the hour was playing. Couples swayed side to side, some were staring into each other's eyes, and some were playing tonsil hockey.
...Let me be your hero...
Alfred's eyes darted to Arthur. The Brit feigned disinterest-but his own eyes were searching for the French frog.
Would you dance, if I asked you to dance?
Would you run, and never look back?
Some drunken boy pushed through the crowd of couples and bumped Arthur into Alfred's chest.
Arthur stared into Alfred's eyes, searching. Searching for something he wasn't sure was there. Alfred placed his hands on Arthur's hips, as the British boys hands traveled to the taller boy's shoulders.
I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away
Alfred felt like the luckiest boy on earth, as he stared into Arthur's green eyes.
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"He said he was going to be here, do you see him yet?" Elizaveta fixed her mask one more time as she searched the crowed.
"Do you think I would know what he looks like, if you don't know what he looks like?" Elizaveta sighed and fluffed out her dress. Both girls had made each other's costumes. Elizaveta had made Lily's Goldilocks costume, and Lily made her a princess dress similar to a ball gown she had at home. Vash had worn a suit he had packed for special occasions, and when the girl's asked if his gun was real-he only smirked.
Elizaveta looked at the zombies, the Julius Cesars, the mummies, the Freddie Krugars, and the 'Chick Magnet's; but still no luck in finding-or even figuring out who A Boy was.
A figured cloaked in black tapped on Elizaveta's shoulder. She turned and her eyes grew bright with hope. It was a vampire with a funny hat on top of his brown hair.
"Are you...A Boy?" a smarmy grin turned his pale features grotesque.
"I can be anything you vant me to be." he said as he tried to dance with her. His hands invaded her as he wrapped them around her waist, locking her in place.
"Get your hands off of me!" Elizaveta shouted, but she was drowned out by the pounding of the music.
Girl I've been all over the world
Looking for you
I'm known for taking what I think I deserve
And you're overdue
Elizaveta tried to fight the boy off, but he became a true creature of the night when he flicked his tongue on her neck, tasting her damp skin.
His hand began to snake its way up her body, almost touching her breasts-
"Excuse me, but what the fuck do you think you're doing?" said a charming prince as he snatched the vampire's hand. His pale hair was almost hidden by his black mask that covered half of his face, his red eyes shining in the strobe lights.
And if you listen you can hear me through the radio
In that bright white noise
What I been missing in my life
What I been dreaming of
You'll be that girl
You'll be that girl
You'll be-
"You think you can fuck with me?" said the brown-haired boy as he tried to jerk away his hand.
"You wanna try me?" said the prince as he twisted the vampire's wrist around. The boy choked out a mercy and fled through the gymnasium doors, but not before he could spit at the feet of the prince.
Said Prince Charming turned to Elizaveta with concern in his eyes.
"Are you OK?" Elizaveta stared into the boy's red eyes and nodded.
"Are you...are you A Boy?" The prince look taken back, his eyes filled with confusion.
"Are you...A Girl?" Elizaveta almost screamed out in joy as she hugged the prince. The prince laughed, the tremors from his voice vibrating through her.
"I've been waiting to see you for three years! And now I finally get to meet you! This is so exciting! Please tell me you're real? Pinch me?" Elizaveta ripped off her mask and smoothed back her hair before she extended her hand.
"My real name is Elizaveta Hêderváry. It's a pleasure to meet you." The boy froze in place, but then quickly regained composure as he extended his hand to shake hers.
"My name is..." the prince started but cut himself off. He looked to the ceiling, almost in prayer.
"My name is...Gilbert Weillschmidt. I'm in your Home Ec class." Gilbert took off his mask, and ruffled his hair into place as he tried to give a sheepish smile. Elizaveta withdrew her hand from his.
"You've got to be kidding me. Your joking. There is no way in hell you could ever right poetry. There's no way in hell you could be that nice, or sensitive, understanding, or caring-you perverted pot-smoker." Elizaveta's eyes began to moisten, but she swore to herself they weren't wet because of tears.
Elizaveta backed up, almost tripping on her dress. She turned around and ran out into the cool air, leaving a distraught prince charming in her stormy wake.
You make me feel that
La la la la la...
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Well, HAPPY FUCKING HALLOWEEN-I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. 'Cuz this chapter took freaking forever to write. Thankyouverymuch.
Oh, and a cliff hanger and the progression in our main pairing's relationship-YAAAAAAY!
/FALLS INTO DEEP SLEEP
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