Hey there everyone! I'm back with part 2 of the last chapter! I hope you enjoy this one!

Skittlesgirl99: Well, something like that happens. I suppose that was obvious though. You'll just have to read on and find out!

Anc3210: You're welcome! I hope you enjoy this next one!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Lulu and Wenda. Now, I'm gonna go back and listen to Sarah Brightman and Michael Crawford goodness. "Sing once again with me, our strange duet!" So, so happy.

Chapter Seven: Bonding-Part Two

When I took Gerik's mask, to my suprise, all he did was stare at me in disbelief. You could clearly see the hurt in his eyes.

Oh please. You shouldn't be so sensitive. You're acting like my little brother.

But he suddenly turned cold, and said, "Now you have seen my face. Go ahead, say it. I know you're thinking it. That I'm hideous."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. I probably shouldn't have, but I did.

"Hideous? You call that hideous? My brother getting jelly all over his face when he was a baby looked more hideous than you. You are FAR from hideous, I promise."

He could only stare. I suppose that was fair enough. I must have been the first person who compared his face to the messy face of a baby. And in a good way.

"You call that grotesque? The nerd in high school with acne and dorky glasses was more grotesque than you. I cannot believe how dumb you are! You overreact way too much! Imagine if you got a zit!... Now that I think about it, I would pay a LOT of money to see that!" I then laughed so hard tears fell down my face. That would be so awesome to see. Gerik freaking over a zit.

No reply. Hmph.

"Dude, you are freaking Adonis. I mean, just look at yourself. How could anyone deny the hotness there?" I explained, pulling him to one of the covered mirrors. I pulled the fabric down, and said, "Now, you tell me what you see there. And don't tell me you see a 'repulsive carcass' cause if you do, I will punch you."

He looked for the longest time at his reflection. Finally, he said, "But if I'm not hideous, then why does Christine fear me?"

Eye roll. "Dude, she fears you because killed people." And now that I thought about it, maybe I should have been a bit nicer to a murderer. But I couldn't bring myself to. I mean, is Gerik scary to you? Nope. Not one little bit.

So, I went on scolding the wimpy murderer. "Besides, if anyone feared you because of you face, then they must be allergic to hotness. If Christine feared you because of your face, I would think of her as the most pathetic person in the world who clearly hasn't seen a scabby knee in their life. But, I don't think that of her. Therefore, the reason she fears you is because you killed people. And she doesn't like your wimpiness."

"Wimpiness? I am unaware of this word Madamoiselle." Oh gosh. I would so love to put him in high school. He wouldn't last a minute.

"You know, pathetic, weak, lame?" If he didn't get what lame meant, I would seriously punch him.

"... I'm weak? I am the Phantom of the Opera! I have killed Joseph Buquet! I am not weak!"

"Oh yes you are. You cry over your little boo-boo." Heh. Boo-boo. I crack myself up.

"Well... If Christine thinks me weak, then how shall I make her love me? She already professed her love for that fop," He replied, glowering.

"Well, maybe I can help you with that," I said, getting an idea. Maybe helping Gerik get Christine was what I was supposed to do to get out of this movie. Well, I thought to myself. That shouldn't be too hard. I can help him man up! You know, this might actually be more fun than I thought.

"Why would you want to help me?" He asked.

"Because I've got nothing better to do. Now, do you want my help, or no?"

I lifted my hand up to shake his in agreement. He stared at my hand, then finally shook it.

I smiled. "Don't worry, I'll help you get the girl."

This is gonna be fun!