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Something about Bass Players ... {Five}

-READ-Thanks again for all your feedback :)Mikey will be making his first appearance in chapter six for sure.As always, rate and message and enjoy

Created by Merlot6 on Tuesday, February 07, 2006


"So where are we going?" I asked, as we waited for the valet to get David's - excuse me, Pierre's dad's car. David smiled, scratching his head.

"I didn't really have a plan....I wasn't sure if you were gonna say 'yes'," he blushed. I blushed as well, looking down at my shoes. Not quickly enough, the valet had
brought around the car and David tipped him five dollars. We both got in and David drove away from the club.

"You think we shoulda told them we were leaving?" I asked, pointing my thumb back at the club.

"Nah. They'll figure it out. If they notice." he said, smiling at me briefly.

"Why wouldn't they notice?"

"Chuck took Pierre and Jeff home and Seb is so distracted by your friend he wouldn't notice if a tornado ripped right through the club." The two of us
laughed.

"Sarah would notice if I left." My cellphone, as if on cue, began ringing. "See? I bet that's her calling me right now, wondering where I am." I pulled it out and
answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey, where the hell did you go?"

"Hey Sarah," I made an 'I-told-you-so' face at David. "Yeah, we decided to split."

"We? Who's - ohhh," she said playfully.

"'Ohhh' what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You know 'what',"

"Sarah,"

"Have fun on your daaate! Call me when you get home tonight - or tomorrow,"

"Sarah!"

"Ciao Bella." she said quickly and hung up.

"Told ya so." I stuck my tongue out at David, putting my phone away. He looked over at me, smiling yet shaking his head as if in pity.

"Hungry?"

"A little."

"Why do girls always say that?"

"Say what?"

"'A little'. Why can't they just say, 'Yes - I'm hungry' or 'I'm starved' or 'No, I'm not hungry'? Why does it always have to be, 'Sorta', 'Not really', 'Kinda', 'Maybe a
bit'??"

"Sorry?" I offered.

"Do you like hotdogs?" he changed the subject.

"Uh, yes." I answered, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.

"Aright." he smiled, getting onto the highway. We talked idly about random things until we got to 'Nathan's Famous Hotdogs'. We got our hotdogs and ate them on
the roof of the car in the parking lot. The weather was absolutely perfect: warm - but not hot, breezy - but not chilly. I sat upright, supporting my elbows by my
knees, while David was laying next to me on his back, staring up at the pink and orange sky.

"So what are you most excited about?" I asked him, sipping on my lemonade, staring ahead past the restaruant rooftop.

"About the tour?" He asked, also sipping his drink - and quite loudly at that.

"Mmhm." I said, still sipping. His sipping had stopped. Mine continued throughout the brief silence. I wasn't that thirsty or anything, just sipping to an unknown
intent.

"I guess...I dunno. Seeing new places and...gaining some fans...hopefully."

"You guys will, for sure." I told him, turning around to face him. He was still gazing up. He set his eyes upon me and smiled. I smiled back at him. He sat up and
turned towards me.

"Wanna get out of here?" he asked. I nodded, sliding down onto the hood. I hopped off and watched as he did the same.

"So where are we going?" I asked, as he began backing out.

"I thought maybe we could play a little laser tag?" he looked over at me.

"Please," I laughed. "Laser tag is for wimpy-ass chickens who can't take the real thing."

"What, you mean like paintballing?"

"Can't you handle it?"

"Are you challenging me?"

"Yep."

"You're on."

About an hour and a half later we found ourselves in my apartment living room. I was icing David's ankle on the couch. You see, we were on the course, and it
started to drizzle. David claims he slipped because of the rain, but I'm pretty sure he just tripped over some rope. He twisted his ankle so I drove us back
here and wrapped up his ankle.

"How's your ankle?" I asked, sitting by him on the floor.

"It's numb." He answered just as the phone rang.

"I'll just get that," I said, reaching over to the stand next to the couch. I grabbed the phone and answered. "Hello?"

"I knew it!"

"Knew what, Sarah?"

"Seb and I were coming back to my apartment and we were in the parking lot and all of a sudden he's like, 'What's David doing here?' and I was all, 'What?' and he
said his car was in the parking lot! Oh god, you gotta call me tomorrow and tell me all of the details!"

"First of all, it's not like that," I rolled my eyes. "...and second, hello? What about you?" I turned my head from David and talked quietly. "Atleast I've known
David for a year. You've known Seb for 3 hours! What's he doing at your apartment?!"

"Oops sorry, gotta go. He'll be wondering why I'm in the bathroom for so long. Ciao." she said, and hung up. I just shook my head and put the phone back in it's
cradle. "So we can watch a movie, if you want?" I looked up at David.

"Okay." he nodded. I went over to the TV and and opened the drawer on which it was sitting. I sat down in front of it and began reading off the list of titles I
had.

"Bridget Jones's Diary, Moulin Rouge, Out of Sight, Forrest Gump, Dirty Dancing, Pretty Woman, There's Something About Mary, Titanic, Shakespeare in Love,
Ghost, Jerry Maguire, When Harry Met Sally,"

"Woah, someone's a fan of the chick flicks." David said. I looked over at him, lowering my eyebrows. He was grinning.

"Ghost is hardly a chick flick." I told him.

"Please," He said. "Anything with Patrick Swayze in it is a chick flick."

"Well..." I looked down in the drawer. "There's always Jackass," I pulled it out.

"Now there is a film masterpiece." He nodded. I rolled my eyes, putting it in the DVD player. I turned the tv on and went back over to him.

"Come on, move over." I said, standing over him.

"Nah," He said, playfully.

"Move over or I'll make you watch Terms of Endearment," I warned. His eyes widened with horror as he moved over.

"Oh god no!" he cringed. I grinned and sat myself down on the couch.

"Kidding," I stuck my tongue out at him. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Not nice." he frowned.

"Aww David," I kissed his cheek. "You're not mad."

"I could be,"

"You couldn't."

"I so could,"

"Shh movie's starting."




Sarah & Seb...naughty naughty....
Hope you liked it. Mikey will definitly be in the next chapter. Please rate and message, thanks!
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