Sorry for not updating yesterday- I was playing Black Ops 2 Zombies with my dad. I think he prefers playing Zombies with me than my brother 'cos I'm obviously better and more sarcastic- like a running comedy commentary while we shoot Zombies' heads off.
Right- this is an outrage. We all know what a Kit Kat is, right? I don't know if you get that in America or wherever, but there was this kid that had a Kit Kat in class. To eat a Kit Kat, you break the fingers off one-by-one and eat them that way. You do not open the Kit Kat and take a big bite. THAT IS NOT HOW YOU EAT A KIT KAT!
Also, I found it quite entertaining that someone messaged me 'cos they had problems with Out- (we all remember that guy, right?) That made my day, so thank you to AthenaGirl823.
And I have a poll up as well- could you guys vote on that please? So far, I have two voters- thank you to whoever they were! And you'll like this chapter, trust me. It's a nice one!
Joy adjusted Alvie's hat a final time before waving them both out of the door. Nico was leaning against his car, waiting to drive them to the party. He grinned when he saw them. Alvie was wearing the outfit Crystal had got him with William's money while she wore a navy blue dress and black pumps. The top of the dress clung to her torso and the skirt billowed out around her, ending around her knees. Her hair had been curled into ringlets by her mother and hung about her shoulders.
"You didn't put the ribbon on." Crystal told Nico. He looked offended.
"No ribbon on my car. Now in- you'll be late." Alvie moved forward and opened the door for Crystal. Nico smirked but said nothing. Crystal ignored him pointedly and sat comfortably in the back, Alvie climbing in after her.
On the drive to the school, Crystal babbled to Alvie, who spoke a few words whenever she paused briefly for breath.
"Crystal, you've got verbal diarrhoea." Nico commented, pulling into the school road.
"Verbal diarrhoea? Gee, thanks." Nico grinned at her in the rear view mirror before turning his gaze on Alvie.
"You OK, bud?" Alvie nodded. "Sure?" Alvie nodded again. Nico didn't push him, swinging into a parking spot. "Right, no fighting, no arguing, no stupidity and I'll be here at ten. I'll wait five minutes for you. After that, you can walk home."
"You're so kind." Crystal told him. A thought occurred to her. "DO I call you Nico or Dad or what?"
"What sounds great." Alvie was smiling at her.
"Not a word." She told him. Now she knew where her sarcasm and brash comments came from. "Bye What." Crystal said, getting out of the car with Alvie.
"Bye bye." Nico smiled, driving off. Crystal took Alvie's hand and smoothed her dress with the other. "Any psychic stuff and we're leaving, understood?"
"Really?"
"No, freak people out!" Crystal grinned manically. Alvie shot her a cautious look before she dragged him towards the hall. Music, shouts and laughter drifted out of the open doors and windows.
They walked into the party and were greeted by Tobias, Sophia and Vicky almost immediately. Vicky instantly spotted their joined hands and squealed happily, pointing at them and dancing triumphantly. Sophia grabbed her by the shoulders and redirected her by pointing out Tobias's friend Tommy from the swim team. Vicky was off like a shot.
As Crystal had instructed, Alvie used his psychic powers to some extent to freak people out. His favourite was when he made the last sausage roll levitate away from someone in Max's grade trying to get it. He found out that the more food he ate, the longer he could use his powers without tiring or getting a nosebleed. He just grew hungry really quickly afterwards.
Word quickly got out that there was a 'ghost'. Tobias found Alvie about two hours into the party to quiz him.
"Are you scaring people?"
"I told him to." Crystal smirked.
"Of course you did." Tobias ran his hands through his hair, glancing around the hall packed with dancing students. "Ooh, I have an idea. You know this ghost thing?" Alvie nodded and Tobias pointed out some white sheets that covered the DJ booth. "Ghosties, Alvie… wooo…" Tobias waved his hands, doing his impression of a ghost. Sophia caught up with him then and dragged him away to dance.
Crystal took Alvie's hand.
"Could you do it while we're dancing?"
"I can try. But I… I haven't… haven't really danced before." Crystal looked at him disbelievingly. Alvie rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"It's easy. Just relax, OK? And do the ghosty thing, please." She begged. Alvie nodded. "Put your hand on my waist."
"W-what?"
"You want to dance, don't you?"
"Um…" She glared at him pointedly. Alvie nodded sheepishly. Crystal directed his hand to her waist, but he seemed tense.
"Relax, Alvie. The ghosties will get you." She teased. She put her hand on his shoulder and held his other hand. She started to lead him in the dancing, but he was clumsy. Even worse when he was nervous and trying to focus on something else as well.
It didn't take long for screams of 'ghost' to ring out. Crystal glanced round, concealing her grin as she saw the white sheets shooting around like comets. Alvie pulled her to the side of the hall as there was a swarm to leave the hall. They ducked into the shadows, hiding in plain sight so Alvie could keep up his little ghost play. Crystal held onto his hand and watched as some of the sheets chased after the retreating students, one sheet dive-bombing the DJ.
"Alvie, nosebleed." The sheets tumbled to the floor, but all the students had left by now. "Come on." Crystal tugged on his hand and led him across the empty floor and out the doors on the other side. They went down the hall and around the corner and she directed him to the boys' toilets to get some tissue.
When he came out, he was grinning.
"Dad'll want to know that later."
"And Leo and Lou." He nodded in agreement. "Should we see where everyone went?" Alvie nodded again. She linked her arm with his and they strolled back the way they had come.
It took over an hour for everyone to return to the party. The sheets were prodded and poked, but they were relieved when the 'ghosts' didn't come back.
Alvie and Crystal were sat on a bench outside, under the bare branches of an oak.
"We should do that more often." Crystal smiled. Alvie nodded in agreement. "And get it on video and put it on YouTube!" He looked at her. "I know demigods and technology don't mix, but that's priceless, Alvie! And we could get you to go on a talent show or go around asking random people questions, like guess the card or something. You could be the next Sherlock Holmes!"
"You're on a roll, aren't you?"
"Yes, don't interrupt. No more nosebleeds?" He shook his head. "Good. Where was I?"
"Guess the card."
"Oh yeah!" She rambled on about all the classic psychic tricks he could do, how they could get it on video and on YouTube and so on and so forth.
The only thing that broke her rambling was- "Is that mistletoe?" Alvie glanced up and saw a bunch of mistletoe hanging from a branch above their heads. That mistletoe hadn't been there before…
Alvie felt the heat rise in his cheeks. It was hard to tell in the darkness of the night, but he figured Crystal would be blushing as well.
They stared at each other, not sure how to react. Alvie was trying to think how the mistletoe had got there, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
It was Crystal that broke the awkward silence. "Oh to heck with it."
He tensed when she kissed him.
Crystal noticed that he tensed and didn't respond. She had probably given him the biggest shock of his life and, knowing Alvie, he didn't know how to react.
She pulled back slightly, smiling nervously while her face felt like it was on fire. "Right, um, close your eyes." He just blinked at her, wide eyed and startled. She laughed nervously and repeated the order, running her hands through his hair like she did when he had a psychic attack to relax him. It partially worked and he did close his eyes, knowing better than to disobey.
He didn't tense when she kissed him again, but it took a while for him to hesitantly respond. This was new… yeah; he had liked Crystal for ages now, but dammit! He was bloody nervous, aware that his hands were trembling. Crystal didn't seem so nervous, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Crystal pulled away again, resting her forehead against his. "Wasn't so bad now, was it?" Alvie tried to speak, but his mumbles were incoherent and probably not words at all. She laughed and hugged him. She had probably just turned his brain to mush.
Score to Crystal.
See, I was nice. See how lovely I am? I'm not mean AT ALL. EVER. I'm 100% lovely!
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