There was an
awkward silence as Gemma stared at her own reflection in the mirror of
her
bathroom, eyes wide at the way she'd treated herself for this one
night. Her
hair had been taken up from its usual lanky style and wrapped up around
her head
in curls and braids that looked anything but English, her eyes had been
touched
up lightly by some makeup she had rediscovered hiding in her bathroom
cabinets,
and her nicer clothes pulled from the abyss of her closet. She looked
great and
couldn't believe it.
Mike wondered
if three minutes late was going to irk Gemma in the least bit, but he
decided
that it was probably safe enough to get out of the bloody car and knock
on the
door. He scowled at his cast, however far he'd gone to cover it up with
his shirt
and jacket. There he stood, outside the car and totally inept at what
happened
next. His time getting ready had been less harried, but more
thoughtful. He
considered where they were going, since he was the one doing the
driving, and
decided that his khaki pants were going to have to be enough for that
night.
The light navy button-up shirt he'd pulled on over the plain white
t-shirt was
a nice look with a casual feel. He stared at the mop of hair hanging in
his
eyes and shrugged; it wasn't like he was going to get a haircut in the
next ten
minutes. A runthrough with a comb and a little bit of
a thougtful tug on his tucked in shirt before he
grabbed his light jacket and bolted, forgetting to remind his dog not
to make a
mess of the house.
He walked up
to the door and sighed, wondering if he should just have a heart attack
now and
get it over with.
Zilla mewled weakly at Gemma as she still stared at herself in the
mirror, wondering if this was someone completely different or if it was
the old
Gemma bursting through again. There was a shy knock on the door that
jolted her
gaze from the mirror. She eyed her reflection once more with a bit of a
grimace
before walking fearlessly to the door and tossing it open.
"Hey!"
She smiled and stepped back, letting him warm up while she gathered the
last
few feminine type things she'd need.
He stepped
inside and glanced once again at the cat that immediately ran her side
along
his leg.
Gemma smiled
at his pleasantly surprised face before stepping back into her bedroom.
"I'll just be a moment." She said, turning on the entryway light so
he could see better.
"Alright,
I guess I'll wait here then," he grinned and shrugged as she threw a
sarcastically concerned face over her shoulder.
Seizing her
small black shoulder bag, she took a deep breath and draped her denim
jacket
over her arm before walking back to the brightly lit entryway for
judgment.
She walked
into the small corridor and stood nervously before him while he ran a
gaze over
her and smiled. There was a pounding beat in Gemma's
ears as he stepped back a bit and visibly ran his eyes over every
single part
of her outfit and her face. His jaw was set, however, which made her
wonder
about his opinion.
"You look
great," he said finally, looking up into her eyes and smirking
slightly.
"As if I expected something worse," he added sarcastically. He had to
say something so she wouldn't realize that he had been staring in awe
the past
ten seconds. He had been forced to clamp his jaw tightly to prevent it
from
falling open and revealing that he was practically drooling over her.
Whatever
she had done to herself to dress up for the night had done nothing
short of
magic. What the baggy t-shirts and loose fitting bell-bottoms missed
about her
figure and slim shape, this set of flared navy slacks and white blouse
accented. The sarcasm used had been a cover for his stare, and a
compliment.
Squeaked by that one, he mused.
She sighed relievedly and looked him over as well. She had to say that
he did wear the plain button-up shirts well, and even the styless
hair style he'd chosen was adorable. She grinned at him and shook her
pink
face.
"Let's go
before I get claustrophobia." She said finally, stepping out into the
chilly October air. He followed suit, closing the door and listening to
make sure
the lock caught. They walked out to the car, where Mike, being the
gentleman he
was, opened and closed the door for her and leaped into his side with
an unruly
whoop.
He turned to
her, a boyish grin. "Now that formalities are over, we're going to tear
up
this town, I tell you what!"
She laughed
and pointed down the narrow street. "To London!"
He howled
wildly and took off with a small screech of rubber. There was nothing
good on
the radio so they talked. They talked about all sorts of things; pets,
mishaps
that happened while getting ready for past dates, jobs they'd once had,
weddings they'd attended, and children they'd babysat or had to watch
for any
amount of time.
"Yeah, my
Aunt has eight kids, and her sister has four, so whenever I was
there-being eight
years older than the youngest kid-I would babysit all
twelve. Five on diapers, three in training for the real thing, and four
that
had to be locked up or they'd be bouncing off the walls." She rolled
her
eyes, remembering all of her cousins' antics.
Mike gaped.
"Eight kids? Christ, they must have been a very happy couple."
Gemma nodded.
"Yeah, and having a huge house with lots of money doesn't hurt."
"This is
true," Mike answered.
She turned to
him. "Do you have any siblings?"
"I have
an older sister, Angela." He responded, turning to her in curiosity.
"You?"
She sighed. "Eight older brothers and a younger sister."
He gaped
again. "Ten kids? What?!"
Grinning with
a tiny bit of pride, Gemma nodded. "Yup, ten kids. And all ten of us
went
to college. At least nine of us did, I'm not sure if Sarah did go."
He squinted.
"You're not sure?"
She squirmed.
"I haven't spoken to any of them in about seven years."
Obviously
having touched some soft spot, Mike backed off. "I see," he tried to
sound more like an adult.
She laughed,
throwing off his attempt. "I bet you don't!"
"Well, I
didn't want to press on something depressing or anything; I was playing
it
safe!" He defended.
She turned to
him suddenly. "I was kicked out of my house at age seventeen,
I haven't seen any of my family since with the rare exception of my
cousin
Noah. That's the truth."
Mike was at a
loss at what to do. He didn't want to ask why though he wanted to know,
and he
didn't want to try to talk her into or out of anything she was feeling
at that
moment, so he stayed quiet.
She laughed
nervously. "Please tell me I didn't just ruin the evening."
"No, I
don't think that's possible. I just didn't know what to say." He
responded
with a friendly smile.
She sighed.
"Well I was waiting for a 'why?' or 'wow, that sucks' but seeing that I
didn't get one, I guess you really don't need to know 'why' or
anything."
"I wanted
to know, but it's not my place to pry so I didn't ask, that's all." He
responded after a minute or so of mulling over her comment.
Gemma cast her
eyes down. "Thanks for that, then. I shouldn't
have mentioned it; I really don't feel like talking about it anymore
anyway."
He elbowed her
weakly. "I wouldn't want to either, so don't worry about it. Now, if
possible let's cheer up."
She smiled
brightly. "I can do that."
Mike parked
under a brightly lit street lamp in hopes of not having to both search
for the
car and wander around in the dark alleys of downtown London with
another girl he
cared about. He offered an arm to his lady before continuing his steady
gait
down the sidewalk.
They walked
around the outskirts of the town before turning rather abruptly and
randomly
onto a brightly lit avenue that led directly through the heart of the
tourist
shops. Gemma stopped every so often, just to look at the wonderful
little gifts
and baubles that were in the windows of the shops. There were a few
very
specific things she tried to look for but only ended up being
distracted by
some other shiny object lurking in the window.
"What are
you looking for?" Mike finally asked, seeing another disappointed
glance
at another window.
She looked up
guiltily. "My friend Meredith called and she mentioned something about
getting a chrome teakettle, so I was looking out for one since she and
I were
planning on meeting up on Saturday afternoon."
He nodded.
"So, why chrome?"
"I'm not sure, I haven't spoken to her in ages, so I just thought I'd
look for one." She shrugged. As they walked she continued her glances
in
the windows.
An hour of
fruitless glancing led to dinner in a small Mediterranean restaurant.
Both were
glad to be out from the cold and off their feet as they slid into a
booth. They
ordered and sat in a normal quiet, listening to the small jukebox
(quite
contradictory to the aura of the eatery) blaring Beatles and Led
Zeppelin.
The food was
great, the talk was still enlightening, and the rest perfect. Mike had
to hide
the bill from Gemma in the end though.
"C'mon! I
at least need to see what I'm worth on this thing!" She whined.
He shook his
head, holding the slip of paper just out of her reach. "No! I told you,
this is my treat tonight!"
A few
neighboring tables watched curiously as she grabbed for the bill and he
held it
away, poking his tongue out. He paid in full, tip and all before
wrestling her
out the door.
"Not that
hard, is it?" He asked, turning with a serious look only disturbed by
his
dancing eyes.
She rolled her
eyes. "Are you kidding? I hate surprises; that will haunt me for
weeks!"
Mike sighed
and shook his head, walking down the lighted sidewalk with a thoughtful
bounce
in his step. Gemma was about to slip her arm from his to turn around
and face
away from the chilled wind when his hand jumped up and poked her side.
She let
out an unearthly squeal and leapt away as though she had been burned.
Her date stood
innocently, eyes wide and smile showing through. "Are you ticklish,
Gemma?"
Gemma shook
her head ferociously, eyes darting. "Just startled me, that's
all."
He lunged and
grabbed her waist with a small battle cry, relishing as she let out
another
shriek and tried to pry loose with laugh-weakened hands. She broke free
just
barely and made a wild break for the car, only a block away. He gave a
close
chase however, and managed to catch her again just as she rounded the
last
corner of the block. He seized her arm and spun her around. Gemma
immediately
threw her arms around her stomach to protect the vital areas, laughter
escaping
her lips even though he only stood over her. With a not so sure
approach, he
reached down and squeezed her knee once, grinning as her hands
abandoned their
post at her stomach and both jumped to her knee.
"No!
Michael, please stop!" She panted as he alternately moved from her
knees
to her stomach to her sides over and over again.
He stopped and
held her close in a moment of affection. She rested her head on his
shoulder,
panting as her breath caught up with her and her frantic movements
stirred to a
stop. He was a warm presence, pressed up against her front and face,
keeping
her warm and safe at the same time. She sighed and wrapped an arm
around his
waist. She pulled her head away slowly, an evil grin surfacing.
"What's
that for, Thompson?" Mike's eyes danced even more boyishly.
She jabbed his
side once and laughed as he jerked away with a squeak, arms both
grabbing the
culprit in a frenzy. She laughed again as he watched her other hand
with a
nervous jumpiness in his face as she faked lunging for his torso
several times.
He jerked away
again as she struck for a second time, catching him completely off
guard. "Truce!"
"Okay,
truce!" She agreed as he threatened her ignoring of his first plea with
a
hand across her stomach. He gave a final pinch before darting into the
car. She
flopped inside on the other side and pressed against the door, feigning
that
she no longer trusted him. He faked a stretch and rather conspicuously
laid a
hand across her knee.
She knocked it
away with a giggle. "I'm watching you, Palin."
Mike laughed.
"Oh, but you forget I know where you live."
"I know
where you sleep and I have a man-eating cat. I win." She said flatly,
turning away. She was jerked rather rudely back into the real world as
he poked
her side again.
He grabbed her
hands as she attempted to exact her revenge on the almost just as
ticklish
Michael. "Truce, seriously now!"
Gemma
squinted. "No more funny business, promise?"
He smiled
earnestly. "Do I look like the type that goes back on his word?"
Slowly but
surely her tongue poked out of her mouth as if saying, "Yes, yes you
do."
The drive back
to Gemma's house was entertaining if not annoying.
Constantly on guard from the other in an almost paranoid state, the two
traded
battle cries and flashy insults all the ten minutes drive to her small
home.
With a heavy reluctance Mike threw the car into park and sat staring at
Gemma
as she stared at her house morosely.
He climbed out
and opened the door, still being a gentleman in a way for her. She took
his
hand and slipped out of the car, popping up with a bright smile. He
smiled back
and tried not to let his expression emit that he was sad that the night
was
already over.
Gemma walked
up to her front door, Mike at her side as her shoes clipped dully on
the
pavement. She unlocked the door and turned to him, a grin on her face.
"That was
fun, thanks a lot, Michael."
His face,
small smile still lying under the remorse, glowed. "I'm glad you had
fun."
She pulled a
money clip from her pocket along with a few guitar picks. She looked up
with
sudden horror.
An idea crept
into Mike's mind. He faked disappointment and anger. "Oh,
damnit, Gemma! We were so close, this
close!" He held his fingers, about an inch apart for emphasis, in her
face. Gemma's smile diminished as she watched with a
startled expression.
"What the
hell are you talking about?"
He straightened
up. "See, you brought money on a date, which is against the rules on a
first date, therefore we're going to have to do this all over again and
do it
proper this time." His eyes danced playfully, hoping she'd take the
bait
and play along.
Her face
twisted into a grimace. "Christ, another one? What did I do to deserve
that?"
He licked the
end of his finger and flipped open an imaginary notebook. "I'm afraid
you'll have to take a ticket for this as well." He added
sympathetically.
Gemma cursed
her bad luck with some stomping of her feet. "Really?
You couldn't let me off this time?"
"Nope, 'fraid not," he handed her the imaginary ticket after
closing and replacing the imaginary notebook. Truth was,
acting like he knew what he was doing made him feel less nervous about
what he
was getting at.
She stared at
her extended hand. "Another date tomorrow, eh?"
"'Fraid so, ma'am. Also, you might want
to note the fine at the bottom..." This was what he was waiting for.
She frowned,
confused. "A fine too? And what's the price of
this fine?"
He shuffled
his feet. "Just a g'night
kiss, Gem."
She smiled,
looking up into his eyes with a sort of timid happiness. The smile
passed
quickly as she resumed grumbling. "And I suppose I'll need to pay these
after every date, right?"
He grinned,
overjoyed she had taken the bait and followed through with it. "Yup! In
fact, you could pay your first installment
tonight."
She looked up.
"How many chances do I get for this 'proper' date thing, by the way?"
She danced around on her toes.
"As many
as it takes to get it right." He responded grimly. Gemma laughed and
shook
her head as Mike bounced around happily on the balls of his feet.
With a
pleading look, she glanced into his eyes. "Do I really have to pay
tonight?"
She whined.
He nodded.
"I'd be much obliged."
She rolled her
eyes and took a sturdy stance. He tilted his head to the side to give
her a clear path to his cheek, smiling with a joking
expecting expression over his face. She said his name softly, which
drew him to
look at her, wondering if maybe he'd taken it a bit too far when he
felt a soft
warmth spread over his lips and he opened his eyes wider, seeing
Gemma's face up close to his. He squeaked softly as she
kissed him, wondering if that particular moment had to end. To
reinforce the
fact he didn't want the moment to end, his hand crept up and held her
elbow
close to his side with a tight grip. After a good moment, Gemma pulled
back and
smiled with a beet red face.
Mike stood, eyes wide and hand still clamped onto her elbow.
Gemma stood,
wondering if the stare he gave her was out of like or dislike.
He leaned in
and planted a kiss of his own on the corner of her mouth, clearly
giving away
just what she had done to him a few seconds prior.
She playfully
stepped back as he pulled apart and gave him a look that was extremely
ambiguous. "G'night, Michael."
He stared
again, smiling slightly over it all.
"Call me
tomorrow, anytime." She said, wishing he would say something.
"G'night, I will." He croaked finally, surprised that
his voice had taken on such a sudden tone.
She smiled
warmly. "I had a great time, thanks."
He waved as
she closed the door reluctantly, racing back to his car, waiting for a
good
moment to jump into the air and whoop with joy.
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"Mike!
Please!" Terry begged, dropping to his knees.
Sheepishly,
the afore-mentioned Mike, shifted his feet and nodded.
"Alright, sorry! I just couldn't remember-"
Eric yanked
his hair. "Couldn't remember what you were doing?!"
"No!"
Mike defended. "I forgot my line and then forgot if I was facing left
or
right, John writes stage and Terry writes directorial."
Terry slapped
his forehead. "You face stage left and say your line! It's
five words! Get it right so we can go home already!"
Gil snickered.
"Bye guys!"
There were a
few catcalls and even a few things thrown at the retreating Python. He
made it
to the door after being berated heavily with paper cups and a mop.
Mike finally
nailed his line, thus ending the already over-done taping session.
Terry
wrapped him upside the head as they exited, leaving Mike's pride hurt
and his
already sensitive skull battered up again.
"Owwww!" He whined, grabbing the front of his head, checking to make
sure the
stitches that were coming out later hadn't ripped part of his scalp
off.
John rolled
his eyes. "Give it a rest, Mike."
He pouted his
lip and slumped to his car, eyeing his watch with a ferocity;
he was going to be late calling Gemma. The others hadn't even asked him
how the
whole thing had gone, only noted he was extremely bouncy and easily
distracted
all day. Finally Eric could wait no longer and stopped him, much to the
chagrin
of the already fretting figure retreating to his car.
"So,
how'd it go last night?" He asked. Terry leaned up against Mike's car
as
well, folding his arms with a smile.
The owner of
the car peered around the group. "Why surround me? Am I in trouble?"
Terry coughed
gently. "Answer the question, Mike. Before one of us
gets hurt."
He snickered,
shaking his head to flip the hair out of his eyes. "It went great.
Perfect, everything was fine."
Graham did a
sort of "Aaaand?" gesture with his hands
along with an inquisitive stare.
"You guys
are amazing, really." He said sarcastically, turning to open his door.
Eric refused
to move. "Hey, come on! We just want to know what happened!"
John spoke up
with a squinted eye. "He doesn't want to tell us." He straightened
up, well above Mike's head with an intimidating stare. "You'll tell us
though, won't you?"
It was more of
a statement. Mike groaned. "I need to go call her, I'll tell you
later..." He whined.
Eric waved
this off quickly. "We'll let you go, just skip to the dirt; did she
kiss
you goodbye?"
Mike glanced
around slowly at the eager eyes of his friends wondering why they cared
so
much. He answered slowly, "Yes."
There was a
hushed look around the small group as Terry continued Eric's
questioning. "Where?"
He supressed a grin. "On
her front porch?"
"No, where?" Terry pressed, waving a hand before his own
face to show what he meant.
Trapped now,
Mike only shrugged and smiled.
John sighed.
"I'm sick of this; Eric, you tell me later. I'm out of here and
Graham's
my ride. Let's go." He tugged on Gray's shirt. They left with a heavy
scowl at Mike, who tended to keep his secrets far longer than any man
should.
"Look,
we'll make this easy for you," Terry said, folding his arms again.
"You just shake or nod your head, okay?"
Mike cocked
his head.
Eric wrapped
him upside the head softly again. "No, bad!"
Rubbing his
head, Mike agreed he could at least shake or node his head before
going.
"Cheek?"
Shake.
"Alright
then, it was right on the mouth." Eric replied, turning away. Mike
supressed yet another laugh as he toyed with them. He shook
his head.
"Forehead?" Terry frowned.
Somehow
Michael managed to bring a blush to his face. He shook his head again
and
yanked open his door, sliding inside.
Eric gasped. "Oh my God! You didn't!"
Leaving it
with that, Mike pulled from the parking space and roared along the road
with a
laugh.
"God
it's fun to mess with Eric," he said to himself
as he pulled onto a small back road.
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Gemma answered
her door with a sort of suspicious yank, hardly expecting Meredith to
be
standing there, just as she remembered her.
"Gemma!" The woman swooped in and hugged her tightly,
smiling with a look that you can only get from childhood friends.
Taking
Meredith's coat, Gemma finally spoke. "Meredith, you look great! How
long
has it been?"
She tossed her
head back and laughed. "Nearly six months! Serves you right, too,
leaving
me and Tucker to sort things out; you always had the best advice, what
happened?"
Gemma
shrugged. "My job switched hours and I didn't feel like making hour
long
drives every weekend to solve marital problems."
"Fair
enough; so, what do we want to do today?" Her energetic friend bounced
on
her feet, eyes sparkling in their deep brown color, brown hair matching
perfectly.
Gemma squinted
with a grin. "I was thinking a little volleyball somewhere, if we can
find
an indoor court."
Meredith
grabbed Gemma's arm. "I know just the place! Do
you have extra shorts for me?" She was already set in the mind they
were
going to go do it.
Gemma nodded
and raced back into her room, Meredith only slightly behind her. They
were out
the door in five minutes, Gemma glad that she could still be so
spontaneous.
The two were almost twins; spontaneous and confident. Even their
appearance made a few people assume that maybe they were
related, but in the end they were still independent and yet still very
attached.
They talked
like only women can, about insensitive things sensitively. They bashed
on
former people they had gone to school with that they had despised, and
even a
few that they had liked.
"Mary
Higgins contracted syphilis and died, can you believe it?" Meredith
said
suddenly, turning sober.
Gemma's mouth dropped open. "No way!
She was a bitch, but she died?"
Her friend
nodded fiercely. "She was dating this drug-king from Venezuela and she
contracted it shortly after he broke up with her. She died like six
months
later."
"How
horrible, is it bad I want to laugh?" She turned guiltily.
Meredith
shrugged. "It was about five years ago; you're allowed to laugh but
only
because you made that remark about her someday dying from a sexually
transmitted disease our junior year. Only one laugh,
and only if you think you have dark enough humor to laugh at her
misfortune." She answered wisely.
Gemma battled
with her conscience for a moment before bursting out into a short
laugh.
"I TOLD her to stop sleeping around! I TOLD her!"
Meredith
giggled. "Yeah, but still, it is a bad way to go."
She sobered
immediately. "Yes, it is. I've seen it before."
The other girl
turned to her. "Oh that's right, you're still a paramedic!"
They pulled
into a large gym parking lot. Chatting as they walked in, a gym bag
between
them, they entered the humid building. It was sort of packed, people
scurrying
about to play basketball and swim in a small pool in the back. The
girls
changed and walked out into the volleyball and badminton court. They
sneered
slightly at the badminton players, purely for the fun of seeing them
mess up
while wondering what the hell was wrong with them.
There were
three people on each side of the volleyball net, tossing a ball around
and
hitting it back and forth across the net expertly. Gemma jumped right
in and
requested a spot to play. The six agreed they could join and split them
up so
there were two teams of four. They started a proper game, Gemma and
Meredith on
one team with two girls their age versing four other
slightly older people on the other side. The four on the opposite side
were
already in a league and felt haughty facing these other four misfits.
They were
wrong about an easy win.
"Sixteen four!" Meredith hollered, slamming another
serve over the net. The other team scrambled for their positions and
managed to
slap it back across where Gemma slid along on her knees and passed the
ball to
a timid setter back to Meredith who slammed the ball down to one of the
opposite team's blockers. Needless to say, the ball bounced softly on
the gym
floor a few feet from Gemma's head, where she had sprawled
out after the timid setter had run her over. They lost the possession.
As the other
team's server slapped a weak attempt into the net, Gemma's
heart fluttered; it was her turn to show them she hadn't lost any of
her old
flare.
"Sixteen four!" She also cried before tossing the ball
up above her head and slapping it as hard as she could. It flew just
over the
net with a wicked downward spin, knocking over the girl that tried to
return
it. There was a thump as she and the ball crumpled to the floor. She
leapt up,
embarrassed and indignant. She hurled the ball back to Gemma who stood
stoically behind the service line.
"Game point!" She dribbled the ball once. It was yet another
serve that barely made it over the net with a downward spin, but the
kicker had
been that the girl that could have easily returned the ball dived out
of the
way to avoid being hit with it, thus making Meredith and Gemma's
team the victors.
They played
few more games, in a much looser atmosphere. Gemma and many other team
members
switched sides in the middle of the plays, Meredith even managing to
block her
own spike somehow. Gemma returned a serve, blocked the spike from the
pass, and
returned to save her team from giving the other team a point. At one
point it
was Meredith and Gemma versus the other six players. They had a hard
time
passing, setting, and spiking with only two players, but they did get
some
pretty awesome points. With six players plotting against two, they did
lose,
but only by two points.
"That was
fun," claimed one of the new friends they had gained playing at the
gym.
Her friend
nodded. "Yeah, we should do this once a week or something!"
Gemma nodded.
"That would be so much fun!"
"I can
drive an hour a week," Meredith pointed out to Gemma smugly, also
signifying her approval of the idea.
The eight
women clambored to the basketball court to rest and
watch the men play basketball. At one point the men stopped playing to
come up
and talk to the girls, eyes wide as they eyed the sweaty girls that
were perfectly
happy being well-exposed to them.
One who said
his name was Greg sat down heavily between Meredith and Gemma. "You
looked
drained," he said to the group. Gemma shook her head and stood up,
snatching the basketball from the tall team member, Trent.
"I'm not,
how about a little girls versus boys?" She grinned mischieviously.
It was
settled, four on four, the men having ten people to switch out, and the
girls
having eight. Gemma and Meredith raced around the court, pulling every
maneuver
they knew, and still managing to make faults and fouls.
With a chaotic
dribble between her legs, Gemma lunged around Greg and jumped, lightly
tossing
the bright orange ball into the basket. Olivia, a fellow team-mate
cheered and
gave her a high five. The next few scores were purely Olivia's, a star
on her
college basketball team. She was American, an exchange student for the
semester
from Michigan. Her friend Abigail was a complete mess on the court, but
could
pass in such odd places they almost always kept possession of the ball
if she
passed it.
Abigail held
the ball meekly, waiting for Olivia to break free of her guard so she
could
hurl the ball between Trent's legs for the hundredth
time to her waiting team-mate.
They lost
miserably, a ten point difference between the scores. The guys insisted
it had
been somewhat of a challenge, and the girls had offered that they had
been
playing since noon and also didn't have as many players to switch out.
Greg had eyed
Gemma with interest as she began to sing to cover up the men's
gloating. She
was singing with a loud voice, eyes clamped shut and voice raspy from
shouting
to team-mates, but it was still amazing. He wanted so badly to ask her
out, she
was so friendly and energetic.
His idea fell
apart quickly as Meredith poked her in the side. "So, you finally get
out
of the house?"
"I did
today, and I did last night." She admitted, sitting back comfortably in
her short volleyball shorts.
Meredith made
a curious noise. "Oooh!
Did the lady have a date?"
Gemma turned
her nose up. "I had a date last night."
Meredith
skipped around jubilantly. "Was he nice?"
"Oh,
total gentleman. In fact, I have a repeat tonight. Or as he likes to
put
it-because I brought money on the first date-he has to take me out
again and
show me a proper date. We may be doing this until I'm fifty, I'm
afraid."
She smirked.
Her friend
laughed. "So he's got a sense of humor, I take it."
"He's a
regular funnyman-that's what he does for a living." She replied, not
seeing the horror struck look in Greg's eyes.
"Ugh, is
he a comedian? The money is terrible!" Meredith wrinkled her nose.
Gemma shook
her head as Olivia sat down, a smile plastered on her face, to listen
to Gemma's account of her date the night prior. "No, he's
a writer and performer on this crazy television show. I think it's
Monty Python
Flying Circus...or maybe it was something else." She shrugged, not
remembering the crazy title of the equally crazy show.
Trent, the
tall man Gemma had guarded throughout the basketball game, gasped.
"You're
dating one of the Pythons?"
The girls
turned and looked at him.
"Are
you?" He asked again, staring intently at
Gemma.
She shrugged
uncomfortably. "Yeah, I guess I am. Why?"
"Well,
they're famous now!" He replied, awe in his voice. "You're dating a
celebrity!"
The girls
turned back to Gemma, who had an incredulous look on her face. "He
doesn't
like being called a celebrity," she mumbled.
"Which
one are you dating?" Rachel, yet another volleyball
buddy, chimed in. "I've seen the show, is it the tall one?"
Gemma shook
her head. "No, that's John. I met him though."
They chattered
about this with awe in their voices.
"So, why
won't you tell us which one you're dating?" The girls whined at her.
She squinted
slightly at Abigail, obviously one of those boy-crazy college girls.
"Which one do you think is the cutest?" She asked pointedly.
Olivia giggled
girlishly. "I rather liked that one character, the one that wrote the
funniest joke in the world. He was adorable!"
Abigail
frowned. "Are you kidding? Maybe without that horrid costume, ick! I
liked the one from the 'Famous Deaths' sketch, he
played Mozart's voice."
"What
about that adorable camel spotter?" Piped up one of the
more quiet girls. They were all giggling and talking when Gemma shook
her head and smiled.
Meredith
seized Gemma's arm and squeezed, causing her to wince
and the others to shut up in order to hear. "Which one are you
seeing?"
Gemma smacked
Meredith's hand away and giggled. "I'm dating Bicycle Repair Man, who
is
also a very easily seduced milk man." She laughed with the others.
The shortest
member of the entire congregation, Trina, spoke up suddenly. "He's
rather
cute, isn't he?"
Squinting,
Gemma faked over-protection. "He's mine, back off!"
Meredith
glanced at her watch as she laughed with the others. "It's four, Gem,
did you want to get going?"
She jumped.
"Christ, he's going to be ringing me!"
"What's
his NAME?!" Abigail shook Gemma lightly.
"Mike,
now let me go!" She lunged out the door, pulling Meredith after her.
The rushed to Gemma's house and piled inside, looking frantically at
her
answering machine with almost a wild look of hope. There weren't any
messages;
Gemma exhaled relievedly. She sat down, athletic
shirt sticking to her back.
Meredith
smiled at her friend as she sat next to the phone with a forlorn look a
few
minutes later. "Don't look so down-trodden, Gemma! Maybe he's busy
filming
that show of his."
The phone
rang; Gemma pounced on it with another look of relief.
"Hello,
Gemma." A voice filtered through.
Her heart
pounded so hard she could hear it over Meredith's concerned voice.
"D-Doug?"
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