zombirr
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- Posted: Sat, 02 Feb 2013 15:10:51 +0000
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He was glad she had stopped guessing. He didn’t want to keep denying her yet he didn’t want to give away what her gift was. After all, that was the fun of Christmas. You didn’t know what you were going to get until you received it. The suspense and surprise just got one’s blood pumping, not that Neil or Rizzo ever needed help with that when around each other, it was just nice to have it be from a surprise gift instead of sex. Though surprise sex was also nice too. But he was getting off topic. He hadn’t wanted to spill the beans and it seemed he wouldn’t have to, for now, but there was still a long night ahead of them. So it could easily change. He was completely content with standing there in silent contemplation until he heard Rizzo mention she had gotten him something. They had briefly discussed this earlier but he still couldn’t believe it. “I can’t believe you got me something…and I can’t wait to see it!” He grinned at her. It had been surprising that anyone that wasn’t from Wonderland would have a gift for him. Though it was probably equally surprising that he would have gifts for anyone that wasn’t from Wonderland. Neil just generally didn’t do much for the holidays. They were a time for joy and cheer and Neil was generally anything but that. Well, unless he had some sort of substance to abuse, then he was a happy little camper. Generally, the staff nipped that in the butt as soon as they found out about his drugs.
It wasn’t hard. One minute he was grumpy and the next minute everything was unicorns and cotton candy. The current situation was more like a zombie unicorn, it was awesome, but there was a high risk it could kill him. If anything he’d probably die of embarrassment but that’s no less of a death, right? At least he had Rizzo with him and as they danced he could feel his nerves wash away. They weren’t doing half bad! Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he almost tripped over his own feet. He stumbled a little but was glad he hadn’t taken the both of them to the floor. He was used to being touched by Rizzo but he hadn’t really expected this. He hadn’t really expected anything. This whole night was one giant surprise and it got even more surprising when Rizzo wanted to know about him. He focused on his words and not what they meant. He hadn’t wanted to think about who he was or his past. That’s why he was always trying to get his hands on drugs. The higher he was the harder it was to remember his past. “Me? Oh…um..I’m just your typical kid from some small Midwest town. I grew up with my aunt and uncle since my parents died when I was younger. It was a car accident or something…I don’t really remember.” What a lovely excuse. It worked so well with his existing memory problems that there would be no question about it. Hopefully. “I didn’t much fit in with the crowd so I just stuck around with myself and two or three other people.”
What he didn’t say was that those two or three other people were his dead, ex-girlfriend, her sister, and his dealer. He had already revealed more than he meant to and he didn’t want to go revealing anything else. It would have to wait until later. After all, you don’t want to tell a current romantic prospect that you’re the reason the old one died. That would be like shooting yourself in the foot and trying to run a marathon. It’s not impossible but it’s not easy either. As she asked a question, he sighed, he wasn’t unhappy but this was one topic he’d rather leave alone. “I was a troublemaker.” That was the easiest and most vague way to explain but he couldn’t stay vague for long as another question came at him. “I…did a lot of drugs, pulled a lot of stunts, fought often, the usual. Nobody thinks very highly of you when you’re different. Especially in a town as small as where I lived.” He hoped that would suffice. He didn’t really want to ruin this night but all this talk of his past was bringing him down. He just wanted to dance with Rizzo, kiss under the mistletoe, and exchange gifts. That’s all. His night was making an up swing when Rizzo suggested they leave the dance floor. He grinned at her and nodded. Anything would be better than trying to dance to a fast song.
As they started to move off the dance floor a group came running by and separated Neil and Rizzo just a bit. He waited patiently for them to cross his path and set back on catching up to Rizzo. They weren’t that far away and as he looked at her, he found she was looking at him, and he grinned. Eventually he caught up to her and bumped into her. When had she stopped moving? As she pressed against him and grabbed his wrist he knew something was wrong. He had looked that way many times back home. She was terrified and surprised and this guy in front of her was the cause. Neil wasn’t stupid. He may overanalyze things but that was exactly what allowed him to be able to see this. See that Rizzo wasn’t fond of whoever this guy was. When Rizzo ran off, leaving a very confused Neil behind, he glared at the other guy. He didn’t say anything since he didn’t know the past between them but a glare could mean anything. Sort of. It could have simply been that he was mad at the guy for ruining his chances or he was pissed he made his date upset, anything. It did happen to be the latter though. Neil didn’t understand what was going on but knew he should run after Rizzo.
He went running through the room, dodging people left and right so he didn’t ruin anyone else’s night, and found Rizzo. Her heel had broken and he could see she was upset so he picked her up bridal style. That way she could keep her dress from riding up or opening unexpectedly. When she argued with him carrying her he quirked a brow. “A lady should be carried from time to time. Especially when her heel broke. It’s the rules.” He shrugged with her in his arms and smiled. He wouldn’t ask what was wrong. If she wanted to tell him she could. “Thanks.” He didn’t think he particularly smelled one way or the other but he was glad she liked it. It was an old cologne he found laying in the back of his dresser and felt it was right for the occasion, but that wasn’t important. When Rizzo apologized he looked at her. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m only worried about you being okay…are you okay?” He asked. As Rizzo talked, or didn’t since he wouldn’t push her, Neil climbed the stairs. She was so light in his arms that it didn’t take long for them to arrive at her room. He figured she’d want to change or have some alone time. In no way, was he trying to force her to invite him in, even though he wouldn’t turn her down if she did.
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