Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own any of the actors in this story and their personalities are works of my own imagination. Also a lot of the characters are based on the cool chicas who answered my cast call... and I lost the bill of sale for them, so I don't own them either. I do however own the plotline and everything else... except Elliot Lake which is an actual town, and really is as boring as I make it sound... I'm pretty sure this entire story is fictional, although maybe sometimes those crazy Elliot Lake kids do throw the occasional house party and things get a little crazy.. who knows? Please don't steal my story ^_^

Rated: SCS for Super Cool Story ;) actually it's rated 18A for language and underage drinking, drugging and sexual interaction (probably)

There are four main parts to this story and they are basically categorized into Antigone and Orlando's Story, Samantha and Gerrard's Story, Rosalie and Johnny's Story, and Camilla and Elijah's story.

Thanks for reading and I hope you girls like it ^_^



Prologue

In northern Ontario, between Sudbury and Sue Ste Marie, lies a little town by the name of Elliot Lake. With a population that barely reaches 1500 people there isn’t a lot to do. Most kids spend their free time at the one mall which has Sears as its main attraction.

To Rosalie Ryan, who moved there from America’s second city, Chicago, this little town was the equivalent of hell. She gave herself two days before she died of boredom. How could she get used to this small town? Did these people even know the meaning of the word ‘fun’? In order to save herself, she would have to liven things up.

Two years later, Rosalie Ryan is now legendary for holding semi-annual kegger parties that keep the ordinarily dull social life of the adolescent population in Elliot Lake alive. But Rosalie’s father, who usually only leaves his daughter twice a year to manage his law firm in Chicago, has left a third time this year. He has advised his daughter to keep her tasks simple, and to feed the fish.

Rosalie was never for keeping task simple... And she hated fish.


Chapter 1: Let’s Get it Started

Lose control, of body and soul.
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead, just jump into it.
Ya'll hear about it, two pieces to it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
Don't worry 'bout it, people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like an infant new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no delusion.
The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'.

Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Yeah.

Let's get ill, that's the deal.
At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time,
Ya'll test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just)
Bob your head like epilepsy, up inside your club or in your bentley.
Get messy, loud and sick.
Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)
Come then now do not correct it, let's get ignant
let's get hectic.
Let’s Get Retarded - Black-Eyed Peas

Antigone Harris, better known as Gina to friends and family, had tasted alcohol a grand total of four times in the entirety of her seventeen years of life. Two of those times were at weddings of distant family relations, and didn’t really count. The third time had occurred the previous week and ended in heavy regurgitation of everything residing in her stomach. The fourth would be tonight; party night. Her first official house party, hosted by the slightly infamous Rosalie Ryan.

Even though drinks would be supplied in abundance, Antigone had decided to start her own party a little early. She stumbled a little on the gravel path as she tilted the glass bottle to her lips, tasting the fire of rum splash against her lips and burn her throat. Almost immediately, a hand grabbed her elbow, steadying her.

“We’re nearly there, can’t you slow down? You’re pissed as it is.”

“Am not!” Gina giggled fruitlessly denying what she knew to be true. She would have stumbled again if it weren’t for the Orlando’s firm grip on her. Orlando; such a good friend. She could always rely on him, no matter what. “You sure you don’t want a sip, Bloomersh?” she slurred and waved the bottle in what she imagined as a tantalizing way in front of his chocolate eyes.

Orlando Bloom winced slightly at the potent smell of alcohol on Antigone’s breath. “Yeah, I’ll have a taste,” he lied, and pried the bottle from her clutching fingers. He didn’t take a sip from Antigone’s rum which he knew had been artfully stolen from her family’s large basement bar. Not that the girl noticed or even really cared, she was already making her way once more towards the large house situated on top of the hillside. Orlando didn’t drink; he didn’t like the taste and he’d witnessed enough of the effects it had on others to know he never wanted himself to behave in the same way. He preferred to laugh on the sidelines, and lend a helping hand to those who needed it.

Rosalie Ryan’s house (considered to be more of a mansion with a room count in the high thirties) was bathed in moonlight, and could only just be seen over the surrounding tree tops. With each step along the private gravel road that lead to the house, the thumping music became louder and more punctuated. Orlando could make out groups of dark figures systematically disappearing in to the mansion.

His thoughts, however, were forced back to Antigone as the girl broke from his grip, wrenching her arm away, she ran ahead, laughing gloriously at nothing at all. “You’ll never catch me!” She called back to him.

Orlando sighed, passed off the rum to Sarah, and jogged after the streak of brunette hair he could barely make out in the night. This Antigone, the intoxicated version of his friend, was a lot different from the girl he normally knew so well. His Antigone was always in control; always knew what she was doing and saying. She was intelligent and compassionate, and could make him laugh even on the worst of days. She was the girl with whom he tentatively dreamed of having something beyond friendship.

Lately, though, she had become unpredictable; moody and temperate. He sometimes felt uneasy while in her presence, feeling like he was getting to know her all over again. She hadn’t been this much of a mystery to him since the first time he met her when he’d first moved to Canada.

When his mom had told him at the age of thirteen that he was to be uprooted from his home, his beloved Canterbury, where all his friends were, all because of a sick great Aunt in Elliot Lake and a job opportunity... to put it lightly, he wasn’t wild about the idea. He voiced his opinion in a series of tantrums. In effect his mother literally had to drag him from his home kicking and screaming.

Orlando could still remember his first day attending Elliot Lake High School. Determined not to make friends; he spent the first few periods glaring at everyone, including those who attempted to welcome him. At lunch he took a corner table to himself and turned his back on the entire room. Whispers started following him in the halls after that, but he didn’t care. Elliot Lake was a small enough town that his story was of great interest. There had to have been several accounts of his background, each more ludicrous and false than the next. After that morning the friendly faces stopped presenting themselves. Whispers echoed in the hallways as he passed and the hate Orlando felt for this new country and its stupid inhabitants grew with each passing moment.

He was drawn from his past as he caught up with Antigone. He encircled her in his arms, ignoring the urge he felt to pull her tight to him and never let go. He slowed to a walk and she was forced to do the same, laughing all the while and shrieking at him in good nature to let her go. The role reversal was not lost on him as the circumstances pulled him back into his past.

“What is it Britty boy? Think you’re too good for us, eh?” a harsh voice victimized his ears. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Orlando was innocently retrieving his books from his locker when a hand slammed dangerously close to Orlando’s head. He turned to face the burly classmate that towered over him, but couldn’t recognize him.

The students in the hall gathered close. Orlando recognized some faces, a few of which had also been willing to make friends only hours before. One stood close to his attacker, egging him on and grinning maliciously. What is wrong with these people? Orlando thought angrily. The eyes of the growing crowd were wide and glittering with sadistic anticipation of a fight to come.

“Piss off,” Orlando spat, putting all of his frustration and anger into his voice. At that moment he thought he was beyond caring whether he walked away from his first school day a bloody mess or not. He refused to be intimidated by this Canadian wanker, even if he was a good four inches taller than him. When a large meaty fist sank painfully into his gut, however, he realized how wrong he was.

Orlando looked back now at the experience in embarrassment, thinking of how he had fallen to his knees, spluttering and clutching his burning stomach. Vomit protruded forcefully from his mouth and onto his attackers dirty Adidas shoes. The boy’s curses were drowned out by the crowds’ chanting of “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Pain exploded in Orlando’s head as the fist now connected with his temple. Stars danced in front of his eyes and tears began leaking down his cheeks. He crumpled against the cold metal of his locker, his arms raised over his head for protection. But the blows never came. Orlando lowered his arms to see a teacher berating the crowd who were now scattering in fear of detention.

Antigone was there, kneeling in front of him. To say that she looked like an angel would be corny and it really wasn’t true. Back then Antigone looked like what she was; a young girl on the brink of adolescence. Her face still had its baby fat and her teeth where in a jumble of metal braces. She wasn’t beautiful, but there was beauty to her. Especially in her chocolate eyes, a reflection of his own, which emanated a warmth that helped bring Orlando around. Her full lips moved as she talked to him, but Orlando didn’t catch what she was saying. He did notice that her hand was resting on his arm and she held a handkerchief to his mouth, wiping off the vomit.

“Gerroff!” Orlando’s words from the past echoed Antigone’s in the present.

She attempted to shrug him off as he had her then; but where he had succeeded, she failed. “I won’t run! I won’t run!” Antigone exclaimed loudly. To emphasize her shouts she relaxed in his arms and Orlando reluctantly let her go. He looked at her and noted the changes she’d gone through since he’d first seen her. She’d lost all her baby fat and developed curves and a chest that often drew the attention of the opposite sex. Though still not drop dead gorgeous, she was pretty damn close.

“Where’d Sarah go? Is she drunk?”

Orlando glanced back to see the blonde a few meters away, finishing off what little amount Antigone had left. “She’s working on it.” He raised a skeptical brow at their friend as she caught up. She grinned in response and shrugged off his disapproval.

Orlando wasn’t very close with Sarah, but she and Antigone had been friends since preschool, or what the Canadians referred to as ‘Kindergarten’. His first impression of Sarah was that she was cold and a bit of a snobby prat. His second impression, however, was a great improvement. Sarah was a very funny girl and could be a ditz sometimes, true to her hair colour, but she was reserved around strangers and it took her a bit to warm up to them.

The wooden stairs of Rosalie’s house didn’t creak as Orlando’s did. Not that he would have heard it if it had; the music was now almost deafening. With a wild outburst of delight, Antigone grabbed Sarah’s hand and the two girls plunged into the party. Orlando had little choice but to follow.

~*~

“Have you seen Sam tonight?”

“Not yet. She’s working, I think she’ll be here later though!”

People screamed in order to be heard over the music. Antigone recognized the voices as belonging to Billy Boyd, a fellow senior and a hot one at that, and Alli a junior girl she sort of knew... and the girl, Samantha, that they spoke of was Billy’s ex-girlfriend of about a day. Apparently he was taking the end of their six month relationship pretty hard.

She quickly forgot them as she joined the large number of people dancing in the living room. Bare of furniture and other ornaments, it made a decent dance floor. Somehow Rosalie had found neon and strobe lights which added to the club-like atmosphere they were obviously going for.

She gave way to the music, letting her body flow to its beat she kicked her feet out and punched her arms in the air while her hips swayed flawlessly to the music’s rhythm. Sarah danced beside her, but her head swivelled around as she looked for a boy to share her moves with. Antigone didn’t care; finally she was relaxed. She could just let go and do what she wanted, no inane over analyzing or paralyzing self-doubt. This was the girl she wanted to be and now finally was free.

I love this! Stories in which the lads aren't film stars always interest me (probably because I have difficulties writing those :P)

But seriously, I really like the idea of Bloom in Canada, and the fancying the best friend thing... Though I'm curious about the exact change Gina went through and everything... Not her body but her mind, I mean.

I'm no good as a reviewer, am I? Then let's try the fandom!

:getdown: Loved it, post more soon! :yay:


Love, Moon :hug:

Hey there!

Wow what a start! Rosali sound like quite the fire-cracker, but we'll see. And Orlando as a goody-goody - very sweet, even though I am with him there, coming from a small town I can honestly say I never ever want to go back to one - even if only for the sake of my potential kids.
Antigone, that's a cool name - who is that from the cast call? I keep seeing it, and the first time I was about to ask if that was a hint to the plot, as in Sophokles' Antigone. Anyway that is a dangerous road she is taking, only feeling free when drunk, and Orlando is in love with her so he'll have to steady her: brace yourself honey!

Anyway I really like this start, and can't wait to read more of this!

love,
Laila

I love that, you captured me perfectly as usual.

This story is going to be so much fun, I can just feel it. The description of typical teen party atmosphere is fantastic. I think I know someone just like Orli, the big protector of us all...not in the same romantic way though, haha. The part with Orlando's past was well done, it flowed expertly, it was also tres sad though :cry: until Gina showed up.

Alright Antigone, let's get this party started.

Post more soon (I know you have some...),
:love: Sarah

p.s. I love the addition of the song at the start...I expect "Dance, Dance" at some point please.

Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! :yahoo :getdown: choochoo

*hem* I'm okay, I promise. I totally forgot today was the day! :D

Oooh, main story? Sweet!! Yay for Gerard! :wub:

Gina and Orlando are cute. Poor 'Lando. Moving SUCKS - all caps. Geezus, I know all 'bout that, man. But, dear, you shouldn't pick on big, scary, Canadian wankers... it doesn't work! Good thing Tig was there, mate. You might have DIED!!! :o You must never die, Bloomesh.

I love drunk friends! They're so funny. But, I have the feeling she's going to do something that she regrets... and hurt a LOT in the morning. :yes: Not so great to be drunk now, is it?

Dude, that sucks for Billy. Poor guy... six-months? I wonder why she did it? And he was probably planning on getting Sam drunk so that she'd agree to go back with him... wanker. Pssh. I'm sure there's a perfectly nice girl there for you, since we all know Gerard and Samma belong together. Haha! :lol: I wish!

Anywhoo... great start, Cat! I loves it! Now... people reply so we can get more!!

:heartbeat:
Samma

Laila: It's from Airefiel ... I never answered to your question on SGH ... hehe sowy...


It's a great start..!! I come from a small town and everything it's just like you described. And as everyone told you already, I wish I'd never live there for the sake of my sanity... hehehe :laugh: But the good thing is that I grew up stronger ;)

Great start...!!

Andie

Ohhhh, Cat this is really good and I enjoyed it alot! I can not wait until you update more. It is really good and I love it. Please, oh, please update soon! :hug:
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

*bounces in* Oh! Yay! It's here!! *jumps around* And it's set in Canada!! :lol:

*bursts into song* "CAH-NA-DI-AH!!! The land I call my hooome. Canadia! CAH-NA-DIIII-AAHHHH Forever, may your banner waaaave!!!"

...*hides head in shame* Okay, so I'm not actually from Canadia Canada... and I've never actually been there...and that was definitely the Genovian national anthem *dies laughing* Please pardon my ridiculous everyone (esp Canadians! :blush: ) I'm just so excited that this is up! Wee!!

Gina sounds like a fun and interesting character, and Bloom like a totally sweetheart. LOVED the whole "glaring" at everyone thing (a man after my own heart- I mean... Bloom? Never *makes a disgusted face* Heh...) Nice, how they met, though I'm sure his vomit made a great impression on everyone. I wonder who the wanker (teh heh) who punched him is *glances around party anxiously* Hmm...

Man, I only wish I'd been in my Sita stage before I answered this CC (though, Jules will probably always be more me... I hope- Sita's a mean bugger, heh). Who did I put as my guy again? *can't remember* I should go check...

Annnywaaaayy... Loved the first chapter hun- very very much :D Glad to get to know Bloom and a bit about Gina right off; makes things more interesting. Can't wait for more of the fun-craziness to begin.

Ttfn!

SQQQQQUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's up!!!! I'm so in a party mood right now!!!

That would be the alcohol talking, luv, trust me on that one!!

Oh, Rosalie's such a bad girl in this, and I love her!!! Seriously hanging out for more!! :love:

Amazing start babe!

I love the way Lando "shows" Antigone's change and how he didn't want to like the new place. I can picture the house crowded with people, all smelling of booze.

It's awesome!

Can't wait for more!

*blows kisses*

XO

Cristy

Me Like.

Interesting Plot,Nice build up. Perfect flow.
I can practically feel the bass humming in my throat.
I am definetly a fan of this piece of work.

Love, Moon

Thanks so much you guys for all the nice comments and I'm SOSOSOSOSOSO glad you liked the first chapter!! I'm going to try to get one out every Monday at the very least.... that's my goal anyway ^_^
Jewelz - For one moment there I thought that you actually thought that was the Canadian National anthem... and I was VERY scared for you lol. I think I might have to have a chapter with the Canadian anthem as the starting song.
But yesh.. THANK YOU TO ALL FOR READING!! :hug: you always make my day/week/month/life ;) :D


Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...
Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!
Temperature ~ Sean Paul


Chapter 2: Temperature

“Hey sweet party, Rosalie!”

“You’re my hero, R-Girl!”

“Hey sexy, wicked party, how ‘bout I reserve us a room upstairs so I can worship you properly?”

Rosalie smiled and reveled in all the praise being sent her way. “If you think you’re worthy,” she replied with a wink to the last comment directed her way. She wasn’t even sure who’d said it. Like that mattered. So far that evening Rosalie had been one with the blender. She wasn’t particularly interested in guys... hadn’t been since... well, she wouldn’t think about that tonight. Tonight was for fun, not for enveloping herself in depressing memories.

She rolled her head around on her neck, trying to relieve herself of momentary tension and work out the kink that had developed there.

“Hey, need some help?” Her friend Camilla asked, picking up a bottle of tequila and adding a few shots to the margarita Rosalie had been in the process of making. Camilla always looked good, she had the classic ivory-skinned ruby-lipped beauty that girls envied and drove boys to write bad poetry. For the party she had pulled her dark locks into a ponytail. Not one strand of hair flew astray; Camilla did not do messy. To complete her look she’d fitted her tiny form into artfully ripped jeans and a red blouse with a very low neck.

“Thanks,” Rosalie said as Camilla took control of the blender.

“Please tell me you have not spent the entire time in this kitchen blending drinks, and have instead been spending your time on the dance floor we spent all afternoon setting up,” Camilla admonished her sternly. When Rosalie shook her head, her friend’s hazel eyes widened with despair. “I can’t believe you! You promised me that this time you would at least consider saying yes to a guy who asked you to dance!”

“And I did!” Rosalie shot back. “But he had massive armpit stains. I wasn’t going to go near that!” She was aware that she was notorious for two things: throwing amazing parties twice a year and for turning down every guy who ever approached her, and there had been many. Rosalie was aware that with her long, flaming red hair, tiny dancer’s build and large dark green-grey eyes she was considered to be a ‘catch’ just like Camilla. But where her friend was flirtatious and at ease with the opposite sex, Rosalie found herself freezing up whenever a boy came near. Even if there wasn’t necessarily anything wrong with a guy she’d find reasons to avoid him; his nose was too big, laugh was too loud, too into sports, not adventurous enough, too adventurous... it just went on. “Anyway, I don’t see you with anyone.”

Camilla grinned. “I’m working on it, but don’t change the subject. I see someone staring at you and he’s fucking sexy so when he comes up to you... just think of my sanity and say YES.” With that she snapped the lid on the blender, having finished adding the ingredients, and exited the kitchen; as always with a few guys trailing after her. Rosalie rolled her eyes. She switched on the blender, pretending to be focused on her task while she scanned the room through her eyelashes searching for the so-called hottie that was warm for her form.

“Hey beautiful, let’s get you out of the kitchen and onto the dance floor,” a smooth voice said right into her ear and an arm slithered around her waist. Rosalie went rigid instantly. Who the fuck is this!? she thought in a panic and backed away instinctively. Her experiences had taught her to never trust a guy who used flattery as a weapon; especially when at a party.

“Whoa,” he said, raising his hands to show he meant no harm, “little jumpy, aren’t we?”

Rosalie glared. Who did this guy think he was? Sure he was good-looking. His dark brown hair fell artfully into coffee coloured eyes and even though his form was of the stocky kind that came with being a chain smoker and a chronic Starbucks customer, there was also admittedly a nice amount of muscle on him. But still, that didn’t mean she had to swoon at his touch. And what more, he shouldn’t expect her to. “Who the hell are you?” she demanded bluntly.

He laughed as though he found this smouldering red head’s attitude to be endearing. “I’m Johnny, if it’s so important to you. Now, how about a dance um...?”

Rosalie ignored the opening for her to tell him her name. “Well Johnny...” she sauntered up to him. Locking her eyes onto his, she let her hands smooth up his chest. For a moment she found it hard to concentrate as she her fingers touched upon rock solid abs through his vintage leather jacket. She snapped back to her senses; the guy was a creep, and had to be dealt with accordingly. She gripped the leather in two fistfuls, and pulled him down so his face was almost level with hers. “Why don’t you take a hint and fuck off she whispered fiercely, she locked her eyes on his with a look of pure loathing. She pushed him away from her with all her might, and he went flying backwards. Orlando and Cadence, who by an unfortunate coincidence had just entered the room, were bowled over onto the floor as Johnny collided with them.

Cadence immediately burst into a full belly laugh while Orlando looked at Rosalie reproachfully. “Rosalie, what the hell...?” he questioned, with an eyebrow raised, as he struggled to untangle himself from the twisted pile of limbs. But she didn’t answer, much as she wanted to apologize, she had to get out of there. Something was wrong with her; she was shaking uncontrollably from head to toe. Only one thing called to her to calm her nerves.

“I need a cigarette,” she mumbled to herself and stumbled through the crowd into the cool night air. Cigarettes were a rare treat for Rosalie in Elliot Lake, where a fake ID was useless since everyone knew who you were. When desperate she would steal them from her father, but when she had the chance she drove to Sudbury, a slightly larger town that almost qualified as a city, to pick up her favourite treat.

As the peaceful smoke filled her lungs, Rosalie’s tension faded. But as the one need was satisfied another came to mind. After spending only a short time outside, Rosalie found herself in the far corner of her father’s vast wine cellar, searching for the perfect drink. Her nut of a father took many precautions to keep his precious wine preserved. The lighting was dim and sparse to keep the cellar cool at all times, but it was creepy how the shadows seemed to eat away at the unlit shelves. She tried not to sneak into it too often since the door could only be opened from the outside, so if it shut on her she’d be totally busted... plus she was a little claustrophobic.

“Get him!! He went that way!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!” Rosalie jumped a little as loud bangs and the pounding of running feet erupted from somewhere else in the basement.

“What now?” Rosalie muttered, getting a little irritated Couldn’t a girl find some peace in her own house? With a horrifying slam, she heard the heavy metal door of the wine cellar close, and in rushed a boy, white with fear and shaking as fiercely as she had before. He backed away from the door. Not noticing Rosalie, he banged right into her.

Rosalie didn’t know what was wrong with her. Her whole body went rigid with fear as soon as Johnny connected with her. She let out a piercing scream as he span to face her. Immediately he grabbed her and covered her mouth with his hand.

“Shhhh! Shut up!” he whispered frantically, “They’ll kill me if they find me.”

*blink*... BAH HAHAHAHAHAHA *dies laughing* No no no, that's the Genovian anthem all the way hun (cept it turns out that it's "will" instead of "may" hehe).

Yay for a new chapter! Quite amusing :)

Now then, what the devil is going on with Johnny? :huh: Hehehe... And why is Rosalie so jumpy? Hmmm...

Oh, how deliously dangerous.

Now, what may I ask is wrong with Rosalie? How could any sane girl possibly turn down a dance with Johnny? We must find out about her nerves, which I'm sure will be relieved in good time, since she and Johnny are now trapped in the cellar...

Camilla is quite spunky, I love the touch about guys following her out of the kitchen.

Mmmm...margarita... :laugh:

Please let me have more!
:love: Sarah

So good!! I like the crazy lives they're following
just because I just can't make myself do it
hehehe

I really like what you're writing about...

And let's face, I find Johnny incredibly sexy
but if I see him in a party, with his incredibly
sexy bad mysterious boy... Well I'll freeze too

But that doesn't mean I'm interested in him.
So Jaime, don't worry :P

Andie

I liked it and I can't wait to read more. You definatly have me intriqued. Everyone else stole my comments about it so, that's all I have to say now. Update soon Cat!

:love:
~Kit-Kat~

Hmmm...

First, I really hope Rosalis trouble with me didn't start all horrible, kind of that direction my mind is already taking... :unsure:
She is a sweet girl, *lol* too popular for me but very very sweet.
And it was hilarious to imagine Johnny Depp flying backwards on the hands of a small redhead :lmao:

Now about Johnny - what the fuck? - i mean as she said about the ciggies, she'd know him if he lived there. So what is he running from, i can't really imagine the police - "They'll kill me..." ? No I don't know police... I dunno Rosalie protector squad?

Muahah anyway... dark shady whine cellar, a gorgeous man and a gorgeous woman and lots of wine... :18-combo:


right :)

more soon?

love,
Laila

Some questions -

Where did Johnny come from?
What's he running from?
What did he do?
What happened to Rosa in the past?
How's she going to react to the locked door?

...

Don't keep us in suspense for too long, babeh!!

:heartbeat:
Samma

Thanks again guys!! I know I'm not really answering your questions about Johnny, but I don't think you REALLY want answers this soon riiiight? ehehehe. Look at my amazingness with Monday updateness!!! Hope you enjoy!! Sorry if there're some errors -_- I got a little lazy with editting towards the end of the chapter... hope you enjoy anyways!! ^_^

Every time I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life
is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Dream On - Aerosmith


Chapter 3: Lost Souls Don't Dance

Orlando knew that he’d been forgotten. He watched from the sidelines as Antigone danced, her body swaying gracefully to the beat of the music, every movement seductive and purposeful. He was constantly jostled by people in the crowded room. His nostrils burned with the harsh scent of pot that was being openly smoked by his fellow classmates Elijah, Hugh and Cadence. They were huddled together in a little triangle, passing a red glass bong around the circle, each taking a strong hit when it came into their hands.

As Cadence went to blow out the smoke filling her lungs her eyes met with Orlando’s. She looked smashing in a casual but classy outfit of low-slung jeans that fitted her like a second skin and a glittery tank top that complimented her curvaceous figure. Her long dark brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail and covered with a hat. Orlando glanced away quickly; he didn’t want Cadence to think he’d been checking her out. She came over to him anyways, staggering a little and laughing as she did. “Orli!!!” she cried, throwing her arms around him. “I’m so glad you’re here!!!”

“Hey Cady,” Orlando replied awkwardly. Cadence’s green-grey eyes were veined with red and she wreaked of pot. With the tiny amount of smoke escaping from her parted lips she resembled a dragon. “Having fun I see,” he added with a smile and flicked his eyes towards Elijah and Hugh who were now setting off to mingle in the crowd, having finished the bowl.

“Of course! I’m always having fun!” Cadence proclaimed, then clapped a hand to her mouth. “Shit! I have to stay with Lij and Dancy! Otherwise they’ll have another bowl without me!” Her head whipped around as she tried to find her missing friends. Orlando had to lean away quickly to avoid being smacked upside the head with her violently swinging ponytail. “Stay here though kay, Orli? I feel like we don’t connect anymore you know? You and me, we need a long talk! Stay right here and I’ll be back in...” She paused and looked around the room. She had been swaying as she spoke, pulling Orlando with her since she refused to release her arms from around him.

“I’ll help you look for them,” Orlando offered. He looked away from Cadence for a moment and looked back at the crowd for Antigone. She was still dancing, but was now accompanied by a few guys, all looking up and down her form appreciatively. He clenched and unclenched his hands unconsciously, and ground his teeth together. One thing he knew was he couldn’t stand and watch her all night; that would be too pathetic for his tastes, no matter how much he wanted to. Cadence provided a nice distraction, and he had to admit she was fun to hang out with, something they hadn’t done in a long time.

“You’ll help me find them?” Cadence questioned dazedly.

“Er...” Orlando hesitated. What he wanted most was to pick up Antigone and carry her away from the jerks who were eyeballing her. Antigone wouldn’t be able to defend herself against them if they tried to make a move. He had to protect her. No, he told himself, It’s not my responsibility... and for all I know she’s enjoying the attention from those losers. He repressed his bitter thoughts and turned to the pretty brunette hanging off him. “Of course I’ll help. And we’ll find you some water and food too.”

“Best idea ever! I really am kinda hungry...” She walked backwards unsteadily, sliding her arms off of him and grabbing his hand, she began to pull him after her into the crowd. She smiled at him playfully revealing two rows of perfect, straight, white teeth and a dimple in each cheek.

Orlando looked back once more at Antigone. She’s not interested, the despairing part of himself thought, so why bother? He let Cadence pull him through the crowd. Antigone quickly disappeared from sight, swallowed up by the mass of dancing bodies.

It was slow going, but somehow they managed to make their way to a quieter part of the house, near the kitchen. As they had fought through the crowd Orlando spotted many people from his school. Most were piss drunk but he had spotted a few as sober as he. His friend Julianna, better known as Jules, was one of them. She’d raised her eyebrows quizzically at him as he passed with Cadence. He had time for a shrug before he was pulled away.

“I wonder if they have Wonder Bread... WHITE Wonder Bread... I’d kill for that right now...” Cadence voiced her thoughts aloud as she stepped into the bustling kitchen, Orlando right behind her. Almost as soon as he had step foot on the dark marble tile he was knocked to the floor as some strange skinny dude who thought he was cool in a leather jacket collided with him and Cadence. As he tried to ignore the pain that was erupting over his legs and, particularly, his butt, and attempted to push the strange klutz off him he saw Rosalie towering above them all. Her eyes were full of fiery rage and her face was as red as a chilli pepper and looked just as hot. Orlando’s own temper rose, “Rosalie, what the hell...?” he demanded. Instead of answering him, she muttered something about needing a cigarette and then stormed from the room. He hadn’t really expected an answer; Rosalie was infamous for her iciness towards anyone who was male, but she still hadn’t ever been deliberately mean to Orlando ever. And he did his best to avoid her as much as possible, which he thought she’d noticed and was thankful to him for.

“I think she’s really taken a liking to me,” the guy on top of the fuming Orlando and the hysterically laughing Cadence mumbled to no one in particular.

Orlando shoved him off. “You got off lucky, dude, next time she’ll castrate you.”

The guy picked himself up off the floor and offered Orlando a hand up, which he ignored, standing on his own. Cadence took the offered hand, but she was laughing too hard to support herself to the guy eventually gave up and left her on the floor. He turned to Orlando. “Nah, chicks do that all the time. I can tell she wanted me.”

Orlando rolled his eyes. “Whatever, it’s your dick. Who are you anyway?”

“Johnny. Who are you?” He said lightly and with humor in his eyes as though he found Orlando’s bewilderment to be very amusing.

Orlando told him and was about to ask where he was from, as it was clear that he was not native to Elliot Lake, when Johnny’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Fuck,” he swore violently, staring at something behind Orlando. “Gotta go!” he dashed from the room, sending chairs and a shelf filled with various thick volumes of cook books toppling to the floor. Orlando was pushed to the side as a group of three guys, dressed much like Johnny, gave chase. The guy in front, who was rather short, slipped and fell with a loud thump on some pages of one of the cooks books that described how to make mouth watering brownies and scrumptious apple pie. The others jumped over him and disappeared from the kitchen. The shorty quickly picked himself up off the floor and ran after them.

Orlando looked to Cadence who was completely unaware the event that had just unfolded. She was huddled in a ball, laughing so hard she wasn’t making any noise at all. Curiosity was overwhelming Orlando. Who was Johnny and why were there people after him? What kind of trouble was this Johnny in? And why did Orlando feel like he should help him? No one else around Orlando seemed to care. They had all gone back to their various conversations or whatever. He looked around the room and met the dark blue eyes of Elizabeth Jameson. The look in them could have rivaled the fury in Rosalie’s only mere minutes before. But unlike Rosalie, tears glistened and tracked down Elizabeth’s cheeks. She was crying.

Awesome chapter Cat and I am the first to reply! :yahoo Sweet, ok Johnny is mysterious and Orlando is so cute. :wub: Ok, Hugh, Elijah as Pot heads is way too funny as an image, :lol: I don't know if I would totally date Hugh if he was a Pot head, I'm nhot much into that kind of a thing. I only have one question....

:blink: :cry: Why am I crying?!? What happened?!? And will the charming Orlando be there to comfort me? :tsk: :meh: Ok, enough of my questions, I am sure they will be answered in the next chapter. Great update and please update soon! :hug:
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

Haha! The stoners! :laugh: I can so see Lij and Hugh doing that. Oh, potheads are so funny intoxicated. :cmon:

Poor Orlando in his lost-puppy-dog-love thing he's got going on... mannn i love this story! Its so... so... REAL! That's what it is. ;)

Now, these evil looking boys... <_< WTF!! And now, we're scared for Depp's weiner... haha!

And what happened to Liz!!?? :cry:

So much in so little time... ahgghhh!!!

:heartbeat:
Samma

Chapter!!!!! :laugh:

*laughs* Oh yea; gotta love stoners *shakes head* Oiy...

Poor Bloom, he's like a lovesick puppy. And Antigone *sigh* That girl is going to need some help before the night is over methinks. Let's just hope Bloom hasn't given up on her before that happens

(then again, there's always any of the other five bazillion gorgeous guys there to help her instead. Where the h is this town anyway?! I want to move there! "Canadia," here I come... hehehe)

Ah hahaha- and for that matter- who is shorty? *rofl* Oh dear- run Johnny!!

:laugh: Greatness, can't wait for mooore :D... Tchao.

Fabbity-fab-fab-fabulous Catty.

OMG perfect portrayal of Cadence as a high chick...especially that last part with the uncontrolable laughter. I know it wasn't supposed to be that funny a chapter but I found it hilarious, purely because of the randomness of Cadence and the whole Johnny in the kitchen thing.

Please more soon...I think I can wait until Monday but I dunno cuz I really wanna know why Elizabeth is crying.

:love: Sarah

K, I'm all caught up and girl, I am HOOKED!!!!!!

Way to build a mystery here, just what the hell is going on??? Not that I MIND being locked in a dark cellar with Johnny Depp, especially if he's wearing leather, don't get me wrong! :tsk: And excuse the crappiness of my reply, but I really, really am loving this fic darlin! :love:

Jaime

I know I'm a day late. Sorry guys :( I got one of those stupid summer colds everyone fears but never really gets... but I GOT IT!! I mean, I beg and beg to get sick during the school year, and when it's finally over, when I'm finally really enjoying my much needed vacation... I GET SICK!!!
Anyway, I'm so glad you guys are enjoying the story so far. I absolutely love the feedback you're giving me, it always makes my day reading your responses ^_^
Oh yeah, and if you guys want me to work on anything -- story flow, descriptions, spelling, editing, character developement etc... -- let me know, cos I want to get better ^_^ Thanks!

I love you
I hate you
I can't live around you
I breathe you
I taste you
I can't live without you
I just can't take anymore
This life of solitude
I guess that I'm out the door
And now I'm done with you
Always ~ Saliva

Chapter 4: Drink Your Tears Away

Orlando obviously didn’t need the two months in which he and Elizabeth had been considered a ‘couple’ to see that something was upsetting her.

“I need a drink,” Elizabeth stated in a voice that shook. She wasted no time in doing so, crossing the kitchen in three quick strides, her jeweled pink flip-flops smacking the floor with each purposeful step. Orlando abandoned Cadence – there wasn’t much he could do for her until her prolonged laughing fit subsided anyway – and went to stand beside his ex-girlfriend who had already downed one shot of Bacardi Gold and was pouring her next.

She downed that one too and her face scrunched up as its bitter taste filled her mouth and burned her throat. “Oh, hello, Orli. Don’t mind me, I’m supposed to be home packing for a flight that leaves in oh,” she glanced at the clock that read 11:30pm, “seven hours, but was persuaded to stop by to say a final goodbye to my so-called devoted boyfriend. Do you know how I found said boyfriend?” she demanded.

“Er... I can hazard a guess...” Orlando ventured carefully, thinking that tonight, though interesting, was getting tiresome with all the haywire and emotionally fragile girls he was having to put up with. He, of course, knew that Elizabeth was talking about Hugh and had obviously discovered that he was...

“Stoned! Baked! Not to mention hitting on anything in a short skirt that moves!” She paused to toss another shot down her throat.

It was common knowledge that Elizabeth disapproved of Hugh’s habit of smoking up at parties and Orlando, from his own personal experience as Elizabeth’s boyfriend, knew that she had a tendency to be a little possessive.

“Well, I’m thankful!” Elizabeth practically shouted, causing a few passing guys with beers in their hands to stare. Orlando shrugged at them like, ‘girls, eh? What can you really do?’ they laughed and continued on their way. Elizabeth, who hadn’t noticed the exchange continued ranting. “Do you know why I’m thankful, Orli?” She jabbed a painted fingernail into his chest. She had forced her voice to take on a light tone that made Orlando even more wary.

“Er... because now you have one less souvenir to buy?” He prompted hoping it was the right answer and knowing it was not.

“I’m thankful because on my last night here, before I go away to fucking France in seven hours, that’s right HOURS, for six months my boyfriend of that same amount of time decides to throw everything we shared away! He decides to show me just how much I mean to him; which, tell me if I’m not wrong here, tell me if I’m not misguided, I mean absolutely nothing!”

“Yeah, I’d be thankful for that too,” Orlando dead panned. He knew better than to respond to her dramatics with pity disguised as sympathy; it would only send her into a worse tirade.

“Who said anything about being thankful,” Elizabeth practically spat and downed yet another shot. Orlando hadn’t been counting, but he guessed she could have a couple more and still be able to function – sort of.

“Lizzy, sweetheart, how many of those have you had?” Both Orlando and Elizabeth spun to face the new addition to their previously private conversation. Ewan McGregor approached them with an easy grin splayed across his lips and a playful look shone in his blue-green eyes. He ran a hand through his already tousled dirty blonde hair. Orlando instantly felt relieved; if there was one person who knew how to handle girls, it was Ewan. He had a charm about him that girls loved to bask in. He was pretty popular, and he knew it, but pretended not to notice anyway.

“None of your business,” Elizabeth snapped at him. She lifted the, now almost empty, twenty-sixer to her lips, abandoning the shot glass entirely. Ewan reached out and tugged the bottle from her. “Hey!” she protested and made a swipe at him to grab it back, stumbling a little in the process. Orlando casually steadied her by grabbing her shoulder and holding her in place.

“Be nice,” Ewan chided with a smirk, handing the bottle to Cadence who had, ignored all this time by Orlando, managed to compose herself enough to sit up, “You’ve had enough, and I want a dance.”

Orlando knew how to set this up. “She’s basking in the depths of despair here, Ewan, she doesn’t want to dance, do you Liz?”

“I’m not going to waste my last night crying over that loser,” pretty articulately for someone who’d just had quite a few shots over the span five minutes.

“See, what do you know Orli?” Ewan played along, taking Elizabeth and beginning to guide her out of the kitchen and towards the source of the music at the other end of the house. Orlando gave him a thankful smile. Ewan mimed an ‘you owe me’ before he and Elizabeth disappeared.

Orlando eyed the several bottles of various types of vodka, rum, and whisky and for a moment seriously contemplated taking a swig from each. He bet it would be a lot easier to deal with drunks when he himself was intoxicated. He wondered if Elizabeth either hadn’t realized, or hadn’t cared, that they had just spent the most time together tonight than they had over the course of four months. Would she even remember it? Granted, he hadn’t said much, but he did care that she was upset. He could go to Hugh and tell her how upset she was. He played with that idea for all of two seconds before discarding it; he didn’t know Hugh that well, and no doubt Hugh would think it was weird that Orlando was getting involved in his ex-girlfriend’s love life. No, he decided, it’s best to stay out of it.

With that concluding thought he turned his attention to Cadence who had finally managed to pick herself up off the floor and stagger over to him. “Weren’t we getting food or something?”

Orlando looked into green-grey eyes and what he saw wasn’t the despair and sadness that was Elizabeth or the confusion and self-doubt that spelled Antigone, but just happiness. Sure, illegal-drug-induced happiness, but it was simple and she wasn’t using it to escape from anything. She just wanted to have fun. Orlando smiled, “Yeah. We were.”


P.S. Jewelz, I haven't forgotten about your banner... I'll fix it up for you soon, I just have to fight off this pesky thing I have about being lazy... :love:

Hey Cat, I'm the first replier again! :yahoo Ok, I just got a few quotes and things to say.

Only 2 months and then we broke up. Damn it. <_< Stupid me.

Uh-oh, me and alcohol not good. ;-)

Damn Hugh,:angry: he wasn't worth it anyway.

Yes, I disapprove of it and I'm possesive? :blink: I'm really not, but whatever.

It sounded nice until the you owe me part.

I should care! Awwww, isn't Orlando so cute and nice :wub: , why did we break up? Again, I say stupid me. :doh:

Ok, sorry for the many quotes but they were all so great that I had to quote it and it was great! I loved it. Please update soon Cat!
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

Yay!! new page! And yay for you being the first to review! I took a liberty with the possessive thing cos it just worked better, not that I think you are ^_^ although I think I'd be a little possessive if I was dating someone as hot as Hugh Dancy ;) ehehehe.
So glad you liked it!! :hug:

I can see your point there, I would be maybe a little possesive if it were either Hugh or Orlando. :tehee: I was just joking about the possesive thing anyway, I actally liked it because it was the opposite of me.
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

Ehehe, yay, I'm glad you like the possessive thing a bit cos obviously I don't want your character to not be like you or for you to hate it so yeessssh YAY! lol. And yeah, jeez, if Orlando was my boyfriend (*in my dreams*) I'd be a tad paranoid and totally like HE'S MINE! BACK OFF RABID FAN GIRLS (AND BOYS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And we're really digging into things. *rubs hands together*

Wise choice, Orlando. A furious and baked Hugh is probably not something you'd want to deal with, is it? No siree.

Poor Liz. Haha @ Ewan. :tsk: (Man, I love those cat pictures...) He does sound like a good friend though. Saving his buddy from further mind-boggling. Plus, he got Liz away from the shots. GOOD MAN!! I'm sure he's saved Hugh from knowing he sent his six-month girlfriend into an alcohol-induced coma/death. Good man.

Plus you're so cute! *pinches your cheeks* Oh how I wish you were Remus. -_-

Sorry. Off-topic...

Its cool that Orlando's getting a bit of a breather from psycho emotions with Cady. But, I'm worried about Johnny's fertility and Antigone in general. Hmm. SUSPENSE!!

Oh, I hate getting sick in summer. Bah, why do our bodies to this to ussss???

:heartbeat:
Samma

:lmao: omg I laughed so hard at the Johnny's-fertility comment! Nice!!
Where is Pat anyway? I'm sure she'd be having a conniption fit if she knew about the destructive path her character is on... hmmm... maybe it's best she stays away then lol.

Ah.. if Ewan only WAS Remus indeed.... the third movie would've been so much better... I might have actually been able to bear those stupid 'jamaican' shrunken heads...
And it makes me happy that you approve of character-Ewan ^_^ I'd hate not to do him justice. *sigh* I love the Ewan... *hugs imaginary Ewan* lol

Sounds like you've been victim to a summer cold too. :( It's almost enough to motivate me to take a whole bunch of sciences and find the cure for the common cold... obviously it would only be available to people in the summer... and er... that's definitely an ALMOST. lol.

Allo :)

1. Hugh is a big fat jerkface *stomps on him*

2. I heart Orlando (even if he is funny looking :P)

3. I heart Ewan even more :D

4. There is no number 4

5. How is it that practically every girl at this party is insane??

6. Yay for banner fix-ed-ness!!

7. Have you had these new Hershey's Kissables candies? They may have a stupid ass name, but they're freaking good *shoves more into her mouth* Mmmm...

8. *sings* I like to ate ate ate apeles and bah-no-noes!!!

9. ... I have no idea where the fuck that came from...*blink*

10. Please pardon my swearing... :D

11. I think Jules needs to make another appearance... perferably right along with a certain incredible good looking guy named Aaron Stanford...Mmmm...

12. Have a nice day!

13. *scampers off*

14. I add this because 13's supposed to be unlucky *makes a face*

15. And this, because the #14 fricking hates me- don't ask me why- it just plain does... Tchao! :D

LOL Oh, poor Orli. You've written him as a great little protagonist though, the token sober guy narrating on all the drunken craziness he sees...I love that guy! lol I can't wait to see how this all progresses!

:love:

Eek I'm so late in replying...yet another great chapter, although it was sad, something about Orlando is just upsetting :cry: , he should be having more fun at the party!

:laugh: That's one of those dumbass things one of our silly friends would say...I love those little tidbits, it makes the chapters so funny.

Hmm...the depths of despair, how unfortunate, those are truly miserable (haha Anne of Green Gables).
I love Ewan, the lovely flirt, what a hunk! :wub: (hehe hunk...that's a great word)

So overall I loved it, and why would you even think that you need work on anything, obviously your writing is amazing or I wouldn't be reading it.

I look forward to the next post :love: Sarah

p.s. I'm still waiting for Dance Dance, and I recommend that everyone should download "Kidding Ourselves" by Stabilo, I love that song!

Ehehehe, I loved the numbers Jewelz. Poor 13, I think it's terribly misunderstood.
Yay for liking Orlando!! ^_^
Sary: dance, dance is COMING jeeeeeeeeeeeez louise tu es impatient!


I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say you're sorry
I've heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say 'forgive me'
I've seen it all before
And I can't take it anymore

You're not half the man you think you are
Save your words because you've gone too far
I've listened to your lies and all your stories (Listen to your stories)
You're not half the man you'd like to be
Sorry ~ Madonna


Chapter 5: A Little Film Break

Samantha hadn’t thought it was possible to have so much on ones mind. She was surprised she had managed, thus far, to avoid a complete meltdown. The most prominent figure in her mind was, as of the day before, her ex-boyfriend Billy Boyd. No matter how hard she tried to kick him out of her thoughts, he managed to slither back in (his many calls and text messages – none of which she answered – didn’t help matters much either). Also there was the pressing matter of her future to worry about and it seemed like she truly couldn’t escape it. Between friends, teachers and parents she was asked which universities she would apply to come December and the programs she was going for; and the always popular question; ‘What do you want to be?’

Samantha didn’t know what she wanted to be. How was it exactly that the whole attitude had changed from ‘Take your time – there’s lots of it’ to ‘Plan out every aspect of your life for the next ten years in the span of five minutes!’ The pressure was so immense Sam found herself tossing and turning late into the night and nausea had become a familiar feeling. One thing was for sure; she wasn’t staying here forever.

The only thing Sam was certain of was that she wanted to leave Elliot Lake. But as it turned out, that didn’t even seem likely to happen, not without University or College as her final destination. Her parents had made it very clear that they would not support her if she skipped out what they called ‘the next inevitable stage of your education.’

Craving independence (and cash) Sam had gone out and gotten a job at the one movie rental store in all of Elliot Lake. It was there where she was currently trapped instead of having fun at Rosalie’s party. Unable to leave until midnight, Sam was missing the beginning of the scandals and gossip that were an inevitable part of the party and a big portion of the entertainment. Kids would be talking about tonight for months to come, and where was she? Stuck stocking shelves with the ‘latest releases’ that were really old news to the rest of the world.

The truth was though, Sam was kind of happy having to work late. It gave her time to think without being entirely alone. Gerard Butler had been picked up for this shift as well, and they would be closing together. Gerard was a slight mystery to Sam. He didn’t talk much except about music and movies and wore a lot of black. When Sam had described him to Sarah her friend’s response was, “Ew. That is sooo emo.” Which she was really sure what meant. Black worked for Gerard, since he hard dark features already. And he was handsome in an understated way; like he didn’t know a tiny smile from him would make any girls heart do back flips. So many guys were arrogant because they thought they were the hottest thing since the i-Pod first hit the market. Gerard’s ignorance was definitely refreshing.

There other mysterious thing about Gerard was that no one knew him. Well, they knew OF him but they didn’t actually know him as they did everyone else (Sam included) because he hadn’t grown up in Elliot Lake. His embarrassing childhood and coming-of-age stories remained a secret, whereas everyone else’s were public news; practically reported in the town’s sad excuse for a newspaper. He was the same age as Sam as she’d discovered when she accidentally-on-purpose stumbled upon his employee file, but he didn’t attend the High School which was odd; it wasn’t as though there was another one for him to go to.

Sam shook off thoughts of Gerard as she finished returning movies to their shelves from the drop-in box and made her way back to the counter. She picked up a pen and unconsciously began to tap it on the counter as her thoughts drifted to the party. A glance at the standard clock on the wall told her that it was nine. People were probably just starting to really flow through the door, some would go straight to the dance floor and others would choose to hit the bong or do some shots. Sam imagined Billy sauntering into the room. In his casual way he’d pick up the first girl in sight with a charming smirk and a little sparkle in his green eyes that would make her melt. They’d start dancing and Billy would compare her to Sam. She would have blond hair that would be thicker and flashier than Sam’s auburn. She’d be shorter about 5'3 to Sam’s 5'5 so Billy wouldn’t feel as threatened (as he was very self-conscious about his 5'6, though you’d have to hold a gun to his temple to get him to admit as much). Probably thinner too, although Sam wasn’t by any means fat; boys were always looking for a skinnier girl.

“Can I help you?” Gerard interrupted her nightmarish imaginings as he addressed a customer. Sam recognized the pudgy balding man to be the director of Elliot Lake’s Retirement Home. She used the distraction to scold herself for thinking of Billy. Stop it! You broke up with him!

And it was true; she had broken up with him. But that didn’t mean that he was allowed to move on so quickly. It wasn’t that Sam particularly cared for him. She didn’t. She was just used to his attention. It was hard for her to write off six months of Billy so quickly, though the last weeks of their relationship had been a little awkward for Sam as she deliberated the best way to dump him. Of course she’d contemplated taking the easy way out and act in a way so that he would want to break up with her, but she had felt he’d deserved better than that. It had taken her a while to build up the courage, and to be careful confiding in friends since things always leaked out. She had to be the first one to tell him. Maybe it would have been better if he’d heard a rumor though so it wouldn’t have come as such a shock. It was hard to erase the picture of Billy’s jaw hanging open and looking as though he’d been physically wounded by her.

For what felt like the hundredth time, she pushed the image from her mind. When it came down to it, she knew she had done what she had to. Billy and her just weren't a match, and it was stupid to go on pretending as though they were. She'd like to stay friends, even though there were things that he did that caused her to want to pull out her hair in angry frustration, he was a good person... most of the time.

While Sam had been in deep thought, the Retirement Home Director had left, humming happily with an old James Bond movie tucked under his arm, and Gerard had taken to doodling on a scrap piece of paper.

Why didn’t he ever pay attention to her? Would it kill him to talk to her? Sure, she’d wanted some time and space to think away from friends and family but she was getting seriously bored with the circles her thoughts were taking her around in. He was probably just shy, she’d have to take initiative.

“Sooooo...” she started. He didn’t glance up. “Um... weather’s been pretty crazy lately, eh?” she finished and promptly felt like dying. That was the best she could come up with? It had been steadily sunny all week, what was she talking about!?

Gerard obviously felt the same as he gave her a decidedly incredulous look. “I just mean, it’s usually rainy this time of year, but it’s been really nice.”

He forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, it’s been uh, good. If you’re bored, I think there’s some returns that need to be rewound. They’re in the back.” He gestured by jerking his chin; as though Sam was just a trainee and hadn’t actually started working at the exact time he did a few months previous. She had to keep from hanging her head in total despair. He definitely thought she was a total moron now.

As she started on rewinding the latest Broadway-musical-turned-Hollywood she felt the main chick didn’t appreciate her dark semi-psychotically anti-social admirer nearly enough. Sure the guy ultimately ended up with was wealthy and owned the opera house, but the other had so much more soul. Plus that mask was damn sexy.

It was definitely going to feel like years before Sam made it to that party.

Hmm. Funnily enough, a good friend of mine was going through this whole SamBilly drama with her boyfriend. Billy should be thankful -- they lasted summer. Hey, we could call them Bam! or Silly. Mwahahaha! I love those silly celebrity one-person-but-really-two names. Haha, but these are just so... so... silly! lol

Oh man, I can't believe she's working until MIDNIGHT!!! *pouts* Hmm. Must find something of purpose to do... hey, trapped with a beautiful guy. *bites lip* Yes, please, madam/sir. :yes: But, this part with him not being in school worries me. Has he graduated already? If he's not from the UK, he must have graduated before his age-mates. Otherwise, parents would not be happy about a 'slacker' or 'drop-out'. I think we must reiterate that they love their daughter and would keep the money lines open to her regardless of her choices. :yeahright: As if!

I also wonder how she'll manage to get him to open up... he kinda seems like me in real life -- completely oblivious. Yep! That's me alright. It makes me feel really stupid sometimes. :meh: And, how will she convince him to go to the party.

By the way, I liked your poke at PotO at the end. Everything in that last paragraph was soooo true!! Ackk, Christine does not know what she's missing! I would love the music of the night. :tsk:

You make me love Mondays.

:heartbeat:
Samma

Ah hahahahaha... Ironic much? *sniggers*

Great chapter hun- man I feel sorry for Sam, it sucks to be stuck at work whilst others are off having fun. At least she gets a break from Mr Look-at-me-I'm-so-amazing though.

Methinks Sam should drag Mr Reclusive aka Gerry to the party... Then again, some quality time alone might not be too bad... :tsk: haha...

Tchao :)

Oh, poor Sam!!! I definitely sympathise...I once had to do a close shift on New Years' Eve! THE PAIN!!!!

But hey, you know, perving on hot Gerard goodness....kinda dulls some of it! lol

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Well, its tuesday and still no new chapter and I totally forgot to reply for the last one. I love Samma being shy around Gerry and thinking about him. I also know a friend who recently went through a BillySam thing. I love how you put a POTO little thing in the last paragraph that made me :lmao:. Great chapter and I can't wait for the new update.
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~Kit-Kat~

....hello. :pirate: :tsk:

:heartbeat: Pat