She Even Poked The Holes So I Could Breathe
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“I have a great plan” I smiled and gathered all of them around to tell them my awesome plan.
Ray's P.O.V:
"So, how much money are we all willing to give up? 15 dollars each? So that's be... like, what? $150? So, with that money, we can go to the store without Christa and buy a shitload of food and then show up at her door and surprise her with it!" l exclaim. Everyone's eyes light up and they all nod.
"But wouldn't Christa be pissed at us for spending our money on her?" Oli questions. l consider this for a few brief seconds. She won't be too mad, would she? We're just helping a friend out, that's all.
"Who cares if she gets mad, we're being nice! She can't get mad!" Frank adds. l tilt my head at his thought and then slowly nod. He's right. lf anything, she'll be grateful and smile. l'd do anything to see that smile of hers.
*****
The next day, early in the morning after picking up all of our money that's being donated to junk food for Christa, we cram in my car and go to the local grocery store. Let me tell you, you get a lot of strange looks when a pack of teenage boys dressed in mainly black stumble into a store; pushing each other around and laughing.
"Okay, everyone has their money?" l ask and receive only nods from all of the guys.
"Let's split up. l'll go that way with Oli," l say, nodding to Oli and pointing to my far left.
"Frank and Gerard go that way. Pete and Mikey go that way. Jack and Alex go over there... Brendon and Pat go in that direction. Meet back here. Go!" l explain and exclaim.
l stand and watch Frank and Gerard grab hands and rush to their right as they giggle together, Jack pushes Alex in their direction and they get in a small, over-dramatic cat fight, Mikey blushes to Pete and Pete chuckles and slowly but surely reaches for Mikey's hand before they fast-walk to their left, and Brendon and Pat look at each other and smirk and race to what looks like the icecream aisle.
That leaves me and Oli. We head to the college-budget crappy area, which includes Ramen, Macaroni and Cheese, etc. l grab a couple of Ramens and see Oli reaching up for a big jar of cheese balls. l hope Christa like all of this food. Oli and l have about $25 more dollars to waste so l go around to the other aisle and pick up bread and then grab Oli by the wrist and take him to get all of the other sandwich items. After that, we have about $13 more dollars since we got literally anything and everything you can put on a sandwich, ranging from meat and cheese to olives and pickles. Oli picks up a cheap brand of potato chips and a bag of gummy bears before we head back over to the meeting area. Gerard, Frank, Pat, and Brendon are there already. Seeing their loads of icecream, candy, cookies, and sugary cereal and milk makes me feel like l'm about to collapse with hunger. l can't wait to see Christa's face when she sees what we've done.
*****
We all fall out of my car, struggling to get the bags of food from the trunk before nodding at each other and sharing a few laughs as we make our way up to Christa's door. l inhale and slowly exhale, partially in excitement and partially in stress as l try to imagine how pissed off she's going to be when she realizes that we spent $150 dollars on her. l turn to see a smirking Oli and shake my head and then turn to Patrick, sharing an anxious expression with him. Frank turns to look at the rest of the gang before giggling and ringing the doorbell. l bounce on the heels of my feet and feel a massive, shit-eating grin pull at my lips. This should be good. The door slowly opens and Christa comes into view wearing batman pajama pants and an oversized black sweater.
"Oh guys! Hey, what are you doi--" She starts but her wide smile falters as she looks at the sea of grocery bags . She instantly looks up at me with wide eyes and her jaw practically hits the floor in surprise and shock.
Christa's P.O.V:
l open my front door, not expecting any visitors but guessing that it's the gang. l was correct, every single one of them outside of my door, most with wild smirks and a few with a hesitant, nervous smile.
"Oh guys! Hey, what are you doi--" l chuckle but stop myself when l see what looks like grocery bags; each boy carrying at least two. The bags are definitely filled with food-- junk food--in which l was not expecting. l immediately switch my gaze to Ray; a nervous look in his eyes as his eyebrows furrow but he maintains a sweet smile. l run a hand through my hair and take a sharp breath as l imagine how much money the spent on me. From the looks of it, probably more that $100! l don't have the money to pay them back and l feel bad because that's their money they spent, not mine.
"G-guys... well, come in!" l nervously giggle and open the door a bit more so they can enter. Frank enters first, giving me a toothy grin, Jack,Alex, Oli and Pete giving me their famous smirks, while Patrick, Gerard, Mikey, and Brendon all beam at me with a soft expression on their faces. Ray, on the other hand, rushes past me in a desperate move to skip my lecture. You're out of luck, Ray. l pull him aside and look at him with disbelief and shock. l notice his face heat up and he looks down to his feet.
"Ray... First off, thank you. A lot. This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done. Secondly, l... l can't believe this! How much money?! You know, l can't pay you back right now, but l promise l will soon and--" l ramble. Ray cuts me off.
"Christa!... lt was no problem. We wanted to do this for our friend. No need to pay any of us back." He assures. l find myself nodding but on the inside, l make a vow to myself to pay them all back later. Ray exhales in relief and nods his head in the direction of my kitchen, silently telling me to follow him.
l see the guys unloading pounds of food, Frank having a confused look as he tries to organize my pantry and find a spot for a big jar of cheese balls. l chuckle to myself and shake my head. lt's only now that l realize how much food there actually is. Chips, icecream, candy, popcorn, bread, noodles, microwave dinners.... This food will last two months, not one week! However, l'm not complaining.
"Guys, thank you all so much! You're all amazing!" l chuckle and help with unloading the food.
"Don't thank us... Thank Ray. He came up with the idea." Oli smirks as he stuffs a couple of Ramens into the pantry. l glare at him before glancing to Ray and trying to hide my blush when l see him.
"Thanks again, Ray." l smile and he returns the gesture.
''How about we have some fun?!" Alex shouts as he dramatically punches the air with his fist.
*****
We all ended up blasting Misfits and The Dehumanizers while dancing until our chests got sore from laughing and trying to catch a breath. Oli kept suggesting that l dance with Ray, but that never happened. Of course l danced around him, but never with him. Our dancing was more of jumping and twirling and headbanging and falling, not hand-in-hand, individual couples dancing.
The night was pretty fun with a lot of laughing and junk food, our energy and hype coming from the sugary candy and the blaring punk rock music. When we all came down from our high, some lay on the couch and some lay on the ground as Seed of Chucky plays on the television screen. Mikey, Patrick, Brendon and Gerard all fall asleep first while Ray, Oli, Frank, Pete, Jack, Alex and l stay up. However, just as l'm about to fall asleep, l hear someone yawn before directing their words towards me.
" 'Night Christa." Ray mumbles before tossing around on his stack of blankets. l smile to myself and blush, being grateful for the dark so no one can see my pink-tinted cheeks.
"Good night Ray." l reply before dreamily drifting into sweet dreams.
Ray's P.O.V:
"So, how much money are we all willing to give up? 15 dollars each? So that's be... like, what? $150? So, with that money, we can go to the store without Christa and buy a shitload of food and then show up at her door and surprise her with it!" l exclaim. Everyone's eyes light up and they all nod.
"But wouldn't Christa be pissed at us for spending our money on her?" Oli questions. l consider this for a few brief seconds. She won't be too mad, would she? We're just helping a friend out, that's all.
"Who cares if she gets mad, we're being nice! She can't get mad!" Frank adds. l tilt my head at his thought and then slowly nod. He's right. lf anything, she'll be grateful and smile. l'd do anything to see that smile of hers.
*****
The next day, early in the morning after picking up all of our money that's being donated to junk food for Christa, we cram in my car and go to the local grocery store. Let me tell you, you get a lot of strange looks when a pack of teenage boys dressed in mainly black stumble into a store; pushing each other around and laughing.
"Okay, everyone has their money?" l ask and receive only nods from all of the guys.
"Let's split up. l'll go that way with Oli," l say, nodding to Oli and pointing to my far left.
"Frank and Gerard go that way. Pete and Mikey go that way. Jack and Alex go over there... Brendon and Pat go in that direction. Meet back here. Go!" l explain and exclaim.
l stand and watch Frank and Gerard grab hands and rush to their right as they giggle together, Jack pushes Alex in their direction and they get in a small, over-dramatic cat fight, Mikey blushes to Pete and Pete chuckles and slowly but surely reaches for Mikey's hand before they fast-walk to their left, and Brendon and Pat look at each other and smirk and race to what looks like the icecream aisle.
That leaves me and Oli. We head to the college-budget crappy area, which includes Ramen, Macaroni and Cheese, etc. l grab a couple of Ramens and see Oli reaching up for a big jar of cheese balls. l hope Christa like all of this food. Oli and l have about $25 more dollars to waste so l go around to the other aisle and pick up bread and then grab Oli by the wrist and take him to get all of the other sandwich items. After that, we have about $13 more dollars since we got literally anything and everything you can put on a sandwich, ranging from meat and cheese to olives and pickles. Oli picks up a cheap brand of potato chips and a bag of gummy bears before we head back over to the meeting area. Gerard, Frank, Pat, and Brendon are there already. Seeing their loads of icecream, candy, cookies, and sugary cereal and milk makes me feel like l'm about to collapse with hunger. l can't wait to see Christa's face when she sees what we've done.
*****
We all fall out of my car, struggling to get the bags of food from the trunk before nodding at each other and sharing a few laughs as we make our way up to Christa's door. l inhale and slowly exhale, partially in excitement and partially in stress as l try to imagine how pissed off she's going to be when she realizes that we spent $150 dollars on her. l turn to see a smirking Oli and shake my head and then turn to Patrick, sharing an anxious expression with him. Frank turns to look at the rest of the gang before giggling and ringing the doorbell. l bounce on the heels of my feet and feel a massive, shit-eating grin pull at my lips. This should be good. The door slowly opens and Christa comes into view wearing batman pajama pants and an oversized black sweater.
"Oh guys! Hey, what are you doi--" She starts but her wide smile falters as she looks at the sea of grocery bags . She instantly looks up at me with wide eyes and her jaw practically hits the floor in surprise and shock.
Christa's P.O.V:
l open my front door, not expecting any visitors but guessing that it's the gang. l was correct, every single one of them outside of my door, most with wild smirks and a few with a hesitant, nervous smile.
"Oh guys! Hey, what are you doi--" l chuckle but stop myself when l see what looks like grocery bags; each boy carrying at least two. The bags are definitely filled with food-- junk food--in which l was not expecting. l immediately switch my gaze to Ray; a nervous look in his eyes as his eyebrows furrow but he maintains a sweet smile. l run a hand through my hair and take a sharp breath as l imagine how much money the spent on me. From the looks of it, probably more that $100! l don't have the money to pay them back and l feel bad because that's their money they spent, not mine.
"G-guys... well, come in!" l nervously giggle and open the door a bit more so they can enter. Frank enters first, giving me a toothy grin, Jack,Alex, Oli and Pete giving me their famous smirks, while Patrick, Gerard, Mikey, and Brendon all beam at me with a soft expression on their faces. Ray, on the other hand, rushes past me in a desperate move to skip my lecture. You're out of luck, Ray. l pull him aside and look at him with disbelief and shock. l notice his face heat up and he looks down to his feet.
"Ray... First off, thank you. A lot. This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done. Secondly, l... l can't believe this! How much money?! You know, l can't pay you back right now, but l promise l will soon and--" l ramble. Ray cuts me off.
"Christa!... lt was no problem. We wanted to do this for our friend. No need to pay any of us back." He assures. l find myself nodding but on the inside, l make a vow to myself to pay them all back later. Ray exhales in relief and nods his head in the direction of my kitchen, silently telling me to follow him.
l see the guys unloading pounds of food, Frank having a confused look as he tries to organize my pantry and find a spot for a big jar of cheese balls. l chuckle to myself and shake my head. lt's only now that l realize how much food there actually is. Chips, icecream, candy, popcorn, bread, noodles, microwave dinners.... This food will last two months, not one week! However, l'm not complaining.
"Guys, thank you all so much! You're all amazing!" l chuckle and help with unloading the food.
"Don't thank us... Thank Ray. He came up with the idea." Oli smirks as he stuffs a couple of Ramens into the pantry. l glare at him before glancing to Ray and trying to hide my blush when l see him.
"Thanks again, Ray." l smile and he returns the gesture.
''How about we have some fun?!" Alex shouts as he dramatically punches the air with his fist.
*****
We all ended up blasting Misfits and The Dehumanizers while dancing until our chests got sore from laughing and trying to catch a breath. Oli kept suggesting that l dance with Ray, but that never happened. Of course l danced around him, but never with him. Our dancing was more of jumping and twirling and headbanging and falling, not hand-in-hand, individual couples dancing.
The night was pretty fun with a lot of laughing and junk food, our energy and hype coming from the sugary candy and the blaring punk rock music. When we all came down from our high, some lay on the couch and some lay on the ground as Seed of Chucky plays on the television screen. Mikey, Patrick, Brendon and Gerard all fall asleep first while Ray, Oli, Frank, Pete, Jack, Alex and l stay up. However, just as l'm about to fall asleep, l hear someone yawn before directing their words towards me.
" 'Night Christa." Ray mumbles before tossing around on his stack of blankets. l smile to myself and blush, being grateful for the dark so no one can see my pink-tinted cheeks.
"Good night Ray." l reply before dreamily drifting into sweet dreams.
Notes
GUYS! AN UPDATE! WE HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER AND I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THAT! IT REALLY DID MAKE ME FEEL KIND OF BAD WHEN YOU GUYS KEPT ASKING FOR UPDATES AND WE NEVER POSTED ANY! I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER! SO I UPDATED! I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, I'M A LITTLE RUSTY SINCE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN MONTHS! I'M ACTUALLY THINKING OF MAKING A NEW STORY! BUT ANYWAYS... COMMENT WHAT YOU THOUGHT!
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12/9/15