AN: I'm ssssssssssssssooooooooooooooo ssssssssssssssooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy…. to all my readers I know you've been disappointed because of the long hiatus…my only reason is that inspiration has left me but now I have luckily found it again….I think…I'm starting to discover my love for this couple again…once again my apologies…Read and Review I love you guys!

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CHAPTUH 7

How I met that teenager: part 2

So this is what it feels like…

Chad Dickson had many thoughts on the subject. This was absolutely something that he would remember maybe even after decommissioning. Well he admit this to a lot of things but the pain, inconvenience and maybe embarrassment he felt now was enough to jolt back his memory. And it would surely be a hilarious memory in the future, he would laugh at it in fact, but now's different.

I stabbed myself with my own fork… Now I know how a poor meatball feels

The fork didn't actually went through his hand, it wasn't even a good inch deep. The wound that his hand suffered was simply superficial compared to the embarrassment that he had to live with. The two insensitive snot brains laughed at him instead! sorry Rachel…well you deserve it…I'm not sorry Blaise

When Rachel had exhausted her laughing bone, she got up and sat beside him. Their knees touched when she scooted closer to examine his hand. She took her handkerchief and wrapped it tightly around his injured hand. Chad didn't give much thought as to what exactly his instincts were telling him for he was busy controlling them at the time being. He held her hand before but the gesture that she just did now was something special. Her hands and touch were gentle, dare he say it was something to miss.

Rachel knew perfectly that her commanding officer was gazing at her. It was definitely alarming and flattering at the same time. Before she could even start to blush, she stood up.

"I'll just get something…come on Blaise I think that's enough" She gave Blaise a light glare as she walked towards the counter. Blaise did his best to contain his laughter but just until she was a little farther away.

"HAHAHAHA…with the fo..haha…who does th..haha" while Blaise was struggling to talk with his explosive laughter.

"Stop laughing" he threatened lowly but Blaise just couldn't leave it.

"Seriously…haha are you purposely that…haha…chaddy waddy got stabbed by a fork maybe I should just feed you with my spoon..say ah…AAAAAAAAAHHH" Chad reached across the table and twisted Blaise's ear, pinning his face on the table. His scream made him smile with satisfaction.

"LET GO!" seeing that Blaise's face was already red, he released his grip. He breathed deeply to calm and push away thoughts on how to torture this guy in front of him. Maybe if I decommission him now and make fake story of how he had forgotten that he was the richest kid in the world and that he once knew the way to candyland! Note that for later

While he was busy with his darkening thoughts. "that hurt mon ami..how 'bout this" he swiftly squeezed the injured and bruised nose of Chad.

"OOWWWWWWWW!" He touched his nose carefully making sure that it was still perfectly attached and aligned to his perfect face.

"You have to admit this is funny!" Blaise smirked while rubbing the sore part of her ear

"That's it you little French fry!" He grabbed edge of Blaise's crisp dress shirt as he took the pizza shovel that was conveniently at the end of the table, his hand warningly eager to share his stabbed state.

"You do realize that you're intimidating me with a pizza shovel?" Blaise raised his hands in defence, he was beginning to chuckle again.

"I could REALLY be forceful!" Mischief was glinting in his eyes, he was going to dare.

Before Chad could try the damaging capacity of the pizza spade Rachel came back with a bucket full of ice.

"Are done whining at each other?" Thankfully the gift of common sense was back. The two boys looked away grumbling silently. Rachel sat on her previous seat beside Blaise, Chad frowned at this but didn't dare complain. She slid the bucket of ice to him.

"Umm Rach…I appreciate the concern but I don't think it's necessary to give me ice cubes to chunk at Blaise? I can manage….OW!" Rachel grabbed his arm and forced it in the ice bucket. Chad was about to protest when he felt relief wash over him.

"Well maybe I should get on with the story…try not to injure yourself blondie" Chad's eye twitched but he was relieved when Rachel hit him at the back of the head for the irritating nickname.

The guests were all in awe, their stares painting a vivid shade of green as they envied his talent, wishing that they knew someone that could play as better as he. Even his judgmental father is showing his own little sign of approval. He bet that even his mother would grin bigger if it wasn't for all the injected chemicals on her face. He shrugged at the thought. Why would someone one want to go through with that, getting your face punctured like cheese?..ugh! Move on. He surveys his surroundings as he plays a joyful piece of Mozart. "Spring" The song filled every corner of the hall with its bright tones. The chill of that winter night was forgotten because of the warm symphony that caressed their ears.

Blaise smirked. He loved it when people saw him in his element. He loved it when people saw this other side of him, the one wherein he was a genuinely admired boy with his trusted violin, not the ignored snotty brat with only his money to brag. He shifted slightly backwards as he neared the end of the movement, the girls in front giggled at his actions. He'll bet a good 50 that those girls had no idea of what the title of the classical piece. Anyway he wasn't complaining being mindlessly worshipped by the girls with their cute couture dresses, decently tall training heels and expensive

…jewelry...

maybe if he saw one of them wearing an earring like hers…

her…maybe if she was here, his terrific night would be more immensely exciting…

There he was again thinking of her golden locks that cascaded like one of those wonderful waterfalls, her brown eyes that had the same colour and shape as his favourite Reese's peanut butter cups, her small….Merde! He's doing it again! Not that he missed her or anything.

Being chased by teenagers, saved by a boy, closed up in a dark van and threated by the aforementioned boy who was actually a girl was probably the most exciting thing that happened and will ever happen to his life. He just wanted to see her and maybe give back her earing or something, maybe learn her name would be nice too. Maybe her name would be as nice as her eyes and her golden hair. There was no denying that his performance tonight has exceeded its usual awesomeness because of an image of his muse. What am I saying! Well at least he knew that she has a slightly good effect on him and to clear things up muse does not instantly mean crush!

He skipped a chord, it was minor mistake but he would scold himself later for that. For now he didn't care if it caught the attention of the crowd for his attention was focused on something, well someone else.

A small blond girl that was dressed in an adorable light blue asymmetrical tool layered gown leaned sideways at one of the pillars. Her was not part of the distraction, well her pretty features may be part of curiosity but not distraction. Her glum posture as if she was being sung to boredom by his playing was a small irritating part but he most distracting thing of all was the shape of the earring that hang loosely with her straight silky hair.

Before he could mess up more of his chords, the girl retreated as soon as his recital ended. Loud applause followed after. He politely bowed in reply and swiftly made an exit.

Was he simply imagining things? Was she really there? These were the thoughts that ran through his mind as he ran after that mysterious girl. He drilled his vision to her disappearing shadow as he went straight to the artwork filled halls just below the staircase. These are the time that he wished his home wasn't this huge so that finding people and walking through a hallway wouldn't be a workout. These were also the times that he wished he had his overprotective bodyguards again, so that they would do the chasing instead of him. Oh why did he have to ask them to leave tonight. He was willing to chase this girl even if a small glimpse of blue fabric of her skirt was left as the only clue of this girl's actuality. As he turned the corner, he caught up with her form.

"miss, stop! excuse me!"

The girl turned and he was disappointed. He was following the wrong girl after all. She wore the same dress in his imagination earlier but the shade of her eyes and the shiny piece that hung from her ear was wrong. He apologized and walked away.

He didn't return to the ballroom right after. He took his time admiring for the hundredth time his father's collection of neglected paintings. He never liked them, for he saw it only as overly priced dust collectors. He just found them as a good place to lock your stare, to be drawn in by the colours and patterns that was helpful for his tired eyes. He reached the painting near the end of the hall. His father told him that this was the most expensive of them all. It was a simple depiction of a sunset and tower structures. It looked like a sunset in London and the tall tower was big ben but anywho there wasn't anything magical.

Then suddenly he heard music.

A strong and deep first movement could be heard. He was used to the strict and technical playing of his mother as she played Ravel's, Bolero. The tone that usually echoed in their home was the wistful but controlled melody that could win any piano competition. Somehow it kind of reminded him of the tower in front of him now. Well he'll deny it if someone asked him but he highly respected the performance he was listening to, maybe it was one of his mother's colleagues. The mood was starting to change, before he knew it the 1st movement was finished and he was surprised that he spent his time standing in front of this painting all enchanted. He saw the sunrise as more than just a big marmalade blob.

"Bravo…" he silently complimented the unknown performer.

The 2nd movement of the piece has already started and Mon dieu! He could hear every note, scratch that, feel every note as it began to surprisingly move him. He was not accustomed to such regretful, deep and almost sorrowful music but he sensed more loving familiarity to it in contrast to her mother's joyful playing. He could listen to this for the whole night however his feet felt the urge to know the pianist that has misted his thoughts for the past few minutes. The girl in the light blue dress was almost forgotten and he was urged to get a closer look of the live piano performance of the evening.

He pushed through the crowd blindly, not caring if he was sent dirty looks. This was his house anyway, his rules! He even stepped on some expensively clothed feet but he didn't care. He was already at the front row of their ballroom's open stage when he saw light blue.

"Cinderella"

She moved expressively, gracefully giving life to Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata. This was no longer a trick being played by his brain. A short girl in the light blue gown was actually there in front of him, sitting on a small stool fluttering her delicate fingers on the keys of their white grand piano. The same short girl that saved her from danger and the same short girl that holds the other half of the pair of earrings that he treasured for months. As she finished the final chord of her song, the crowd cheered with high fervour. His father stepped beside her as he introduced her to the guest.

"Everyone, I would like you all to make the acquaintance of the talented and beautiful Miss Rachel Mckenzie" talented and beautiful indeed…

Amazement was seen in their eyes as was it seen in his. Their applause was drowned in his ears for he was momentarily entranced by this new revelation. He smiled wildly.

" I've finally found you mon chere"

AN: To be continued…seriously