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~Christopher: 25%~

Christopher stared at his alarm clock by his nightstand once more. It was already 15 minutes past the time Erik was to meet him at his duplex. He let out a sigh and tapped his foot on the floor. He felt anxious to get the ball rolling on the film club. Erik and him were to be working out the plans today.

'I need to kill some time until he arrives,' Christopher thought to himself. 'But what...?'

Then a big smirk formed on his face when an idea came to him. He would lipsynch to a song. It was a good way to kill boredom and was always entertaining. He booted up his laptop and sorted through his music library until he found the perfect song.

"Bingo!" said Christopher satisifed, his ears perking.

He double clicked the MP3 twice and waited for it to begin. Once the melody and tempo kicked in, Christopher began to dance. Then came the lyrics:

On the floors of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
With the mirror reflection
I'm dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself

In order to match the lip movements exactly, Chris would sing along in a very low tone of voice that was hardly noteable. He began to get really into his lipsynch session that someone would have thought he was putting on a real concert. Christopher was so engrossed that he would probably not hear anyone come in.

Christopher was balancing himself on one leg when the sound of his duplex door being rammed startled him. He paused and shot a glance at the door. However, he ended up tumbling forward.

"Oh s*****************t!" escaped his lips as his elongated face collided with the floor. He let out a cry of pain and turned over onto his back, rubbing his mouth and nose. He let out a growl and stood up to greet the b*****d who was ramming himself against the door.

"WHATTHEF**KYOUTHINKYOU'RETRYINGTODO!" bellowed out of Christopher's throat as soon as the door opened, a hand still rubbing his sore face.

His expression immediately changed to a look of embarassment when he saw that Erik stood there at the door, his clawwed finger just now touching the doorbell.

'Well f**k...' popped into Christopher's head. 'I hope I didn't scare him too bad...'

Christopher slouched to the ground and hung his head low, apologizing in an embarassed tone, "Sorry about that. I could have sworn I left the door unlocked... Anyway, come in. Make yourself at home while I make another ice pack for my face."

Letting out a sigh, Christopher waved Erik inside and closed the door. He went over to the fridge, grabbed the cold cubes from the ice tray and put them in a plastic Zip-Loc bag. He immediately pressed the the ice pack to the side of his face and groaned. "Why is it everytime we hang out or meet, I somehow get injured or end up in pain?"

He then glanced back at the fridge, then back to Erik. He tried to sound welcoming and curtious as he asked, "Care for anything to eat or drink?"

"Well, it's not like you caused my transformation the second time around I was in pain," Christopher stated back, amusement surprisingly in his voice.

He opened the fridge door and listed off all the beverages in the fridge, "Ok, I have Cherry Coke, Canada Dry, orange juice, milk, some chocolate syrup for chocolate milk, creme soda, and cranberry juice. Which one tickles your fancy?"

Christopher was caught off guard when Erik took the Canada Dry from his hand. He raised an eyebrow and said, "You do know I was going to bring it to you, right? Haha!"

Christopher grabbed himself a Cherry Coke and shut the fridge door. He walked over to the bed and had a seat by the head of the bed. He watched some of the MadTV skits with Erik but tuned out during most. Lately the show was lacking amusement or relying too much on bizarre humor that came off as moronic.

'Damn shame too,' he thought. 'I use to like the show at one point too.'

Almost drifting off into daydreams, Christopher was snapped back to reality when Erik asked him if he had met anyone new on the island. Christopher took a moment to bring up his memory of the past week and replied, "Well, I met some woman named Minna whose about my age. Apparently she use to be a model and I wouldn't doubt it either. She definitely had the body for it. I also met some weird old coot who seems to think he's still at war. I think he suffers from Alzheimer's or something. By the way, Glacus had his first transformation. It appears he's becoming an acquatic animal which will suit him well."

Christopher stretched and popped his knuckles which usually signafied he was ready to get down to business. He grabbed the notebook Erik had given him two weeks prior and opened it up, ready to jot down ideas.

"Ok, let's get started," began Christopher. "I think that in order to get the film club's momentum really moving, we'll have to start out small. Just have it a small group of us which would consist of me, you, Branwan, and most likely Glacus. We'll do a small project together and then premiere for the rest of the islanders to show what we can do. This way it will be taken seriously and will bring interest to it. Now, have you come up with any ideas? Before I share mine, I'd like to hear your thoughts."

Christopher snickered at the mention of a romance. He was pretty sure he knew exactly why Erik suggested it. Oh it was just too good to not tease about. Christopher grinned deviously and jested, "Let me guess. It will star you and Branwan and you two become a pair of lovestruck teenagers who are both afraid to come forward and tell each other how you feel."

He tried to keep a straight face but it was futile. Laughter was bound to come out sooner or later. To keep himself from going into laughing hysterics, Christopher opened his can of Cherry Coke and drank from it. However, as he poured the delicious beverage down his throat, he snorted from trying to hold in his laughter and the soda came out his nose.

Christopher set the pop can down quickly and wiped his nose. However, that didn't help the stinging sensation on the inside. "Oh god, it burns!"

Between the burning sensation and the smell of the carbonation in the drink made his nose wrinkle and want to flare up. He sneezed not long after.

Dashing for the sink, Christopher turned on the water and put his nose under it. After a minute of washing it out, he grabbed some paper towel and dried off his furry face. Christopher let out a deep breath and turned back to Erik, seeing the teenage foxboy pretty much rolling around on the ground in laughter.

"Enjoy that, did you?" Christopher asked, a light hint of sarcasm (not spiteful though) in his voice. "Well stick around then. I'll be here all week performing my spectacle..."

Christopher came back over to the bed and had a seat once more. He looked down at Erik on the floor, smiled, and lightly pushed him back over with his foot.

"For what it's worth though," Christopher admitted, "I did have that coming I guess. Karma's a b***h... if you believe in that kind of thing anyway. But tell me Erik, you really like her, don't you?"

"You have my word little brother," Christopher promised, not realizing what he had just said until he examined his words in an afterthought.

'Wait a minute...' Christopher pondered. 'Did I just call him my brother? Wow, I guess I did. Well, he is a like a little brother. A loveable one at that.'

"Anyway," Christopher got back on track, "I promise. Plus, if you tell me, then I'll tell you what. We'll do this your way and our first video we make will be a romantic one which you and Branwan can act in, ok? That's my final offer. Now take it and sing."

A sincere smile spread across his lips that came about as reassurance to Erik.