Red and Black – Chapter 8
Sorry for not posting for so long guys, I had to go back and do some work with my mum and its taking FOREVERRRRR.
BestUsername54321: Yay, thanks! Yes, Gordon is the sass queen. Please don't hug Tim to death, I need him for later… ;)
In which Tim is way too smooth for his own good:
Back on the island, Gordon was busy emptying his jacket pockets and thinking about the previous day's experience. He had barely stopped smiling for the whole day, but his face turned to confusion when he found an unexpected piece of paper in one of the pockets. There was a number on it, a British number. Gordon walked across the room, paper in hand, to his phone and only after checking that there was nobody in the hallway outside and closing the door did he dial it.
After a few rings he heard a familiar voice;
"So you found it then?" Gordon sat on the edge of his bed and smirked,
"You little shit." He heard Tim's angelic voice laugh,
"How the hell did you do that? I didn't see you do it, I didn't even feel it!" Gordon's amazement was genuine, he couldn't recall Tim putting the number his pocket at all.
"A magician never tells of his methods, Gordon. It's the first rule of magic."
"Are you trying to say that you're magical?" Gordon asked, in some very attempt at playing this game.
"No, but you are." Was his reply. Damn son, Gordon nearly said, that was too sly.
"So, there must be some reason other than that for why you clearly wanted to talk to me." Gordon felt like he might be forcing his way through a conversation, but tried not to let it faze him.
"Yeah, actually;" Tim's heart was pounding, about to explode with a question that he had been dying to ask for three years.
"Would you like to meet up again, you know, sort of like a date?" Gordon couldn't see this, but Tim was panicking very much on the other end of the line. He was wondering around the room aimlessly but fast, praying for a good answer.
"Sort of or actually?" Gordon shot back, of he would accept; but he felt the need to see more confidence in Tim.
"You're right, actually." There was a short pause between them that was almost awkward, Gordon got up from his bed and began to wonder around his; but in a much calmer fashion than Tim.
"So where did you have in mind?" Gordon asked, trying to pull Tim out of his own little hole.
"Well, I'm in Tokyo on Thursday and I remember you mentioning the whole private island thing so if you're near there," but Gordon interjected;
"That's the problem with being on an island, you're near nothing and it's the original first world problem. But I can do Thursday." Gordon stopped walking, having finally sealed the conclusion.
"Alright, let me know when and where I can pick you up." Gordon smiled as he was completely in his own world, little did he know that despite having checked the hallway earlier; someone outside could hear his half of the conversation.
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Alan crouched outside Gordon's door, and he heard talking. Gordon was calling someone? Tokyo? Thursday? Why? He thought. Alan was not willing to miss the chance of finding out some of Gordon's secrets.
"I'll see you then, darling." He heard from inside the room. Holy crap, has Gordon managed to get himself a girlfriend? How?
Little did Alan know that he was in fact very wrong and tip-toed away from the door and broke into a run in case Gordon heard anything. While he ran, he considered indulging Scott with this new information; but likely decided to save his incorrect facts until slightly later than the present.
So now Alan know something that he shouldn't, and has made a horribly wrong assumption; maybe someone should buy him a trampoline seeing as how he loves to jump to conclusions.
Sorry this was so short, but my bed calls me and so does accidentally watching Markipler until 5am so;
I'm Dreamfighter920, signing off!