06.08.2007, 20:39
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Ich bin ganz gerührt... es freut mich sooo sehr, dass ihr die Story mögt :o <333 Seriously.
Dankeschön für das Lob bzgl. meines Schreibstils, Dankeschön für das Lob bzgl. der Songauswahl... Dankeschön für einfach alles :herz:
Dankeschöööön!
Meredith was still wondering what goofy guy possibly meant by that when she almost choked on her drink. She gaped at the happenings in front of her… and back to Cristina and Co… and back to the stage… hardly believing what her eyes were seeing.
Derek entered the stage again, followed by seven other men… all members of the bands that had performed before. They wore identical suits, though everyone had another number stuck on it. Moreover, each of them carried a deep red rose with them.
The audience was whispering… some curious… some already excitedly… apparently realizing what was about to come. The moderator cleared his throat noisily to shush them.
“I am very proud to present our objects… oh, beg your pardon… gentlemen of desire for tonight.” He turned around and clapped his hands at them, and the other people in the room joined his applause right away. “Those men were so kind to agree to auction themselves… or, more precisely, auction one evening with them, for a good cause… and now it’s up to you to make the best of it.” He signalled the first of the men to step forward. It was one of the guys form The All American Rejects. Tall. Dark, frizzy hair. One could find him overly attractive… But Meredith barely listened to the moderator who bumped up the bids for the human lot next to him by mentioning his muscular arms, the strong legs blah blah blah.
Her eyes were on Derek. He would be asked to step forward next. Some wild… screechy… horny women would raise up their skinny arms to bid for him… Goofy would do anything to make them offer more and more and more… probably he would mention his magnificent ass… holy, his ass alone would be worth thousands of dollars…
FOCUS, MEREDITH!
She bitterly took a sip of her champagne. The Rejects singer was auctioned for over $15.000 to a hysteric woman some seats next to Meredith who now jumped up and down completely out of control, eagerly gripping the rose out of his hands. He seemed not very happy. Unlike the moderator.
“And now, ladies… a real piece of man candy… Mr Shepherd, may you please come forward.”
Derek did as he was told. Carrying the rose in his hand and his best Prince Charming smile on his face, he now stood next to Goofy. His eyes were wandering from face to face in front of him, stopping at Meredith, raising an eyebrow. Expecting.
What? Does he expect me to rescue him from that bunch of cuckoo broads? Seriously?
“Okay, we start with five thou…-”
“I BID EIGHT!” some female voice shrieked from behind. Meredith wanted to knock her off with her purse.
“TEN!” yelled another one.
Bitch, thought Meredith.
“TWELVE POINT FIVE!” shouted the first again.
I can give you twelve point five kicks in the ass!
“THIRTEEN!” a male voice screamed. Meredith turned around and noticed Stu, ears angry red.
“FIFTEEN!”
You slutty whore.
“SIXTEEN POINT FIVE!”
God, that dress is so yesterday!
Silence.
“No more offers?” she heard Goofy say. “Well, than sold for…-”
“I bid twenty-five…” Meredith heard her voice loud yet calm in the room.
Silence.
Oh my God! Did I just say that loudly?
All eyes were on her… at least so she thought. Yet she only could see Derek’s. He looked almost surprised… yet his eyes were twinkling a silent Thank You at her. He leaned forward and offered her his hand so that she could step onto the stage.
Her legs felt numb and so did her whole body. She expected to collapse on the floor at any second… but then she thought she could not get more embarrassed anyway so she got off her chair, anxious for avoiding eye contact with Cristina, and positioned herself close to Derek. He handed her the red, smelling flower and she took it from his hand with shaky fingers.
“Thank you for purchasing me.” he whispered and she melted away at the loving sound of his voice. Her vocal cords would not allow her to form words so she just gave him a smile. He seemed more than satisfied with that, though.
They stood side by side, on the back of the stage, listening to the rest of the auction in silence. Derek had one arm laid around her waist and she was thankful for this support since her knees were still trembling. She leaned softly against his shoulder… enjoying that act of intimacy for a moment… or two… She could smell his scent again and pink fluffy clouds started to form in her head like cotton candy.
Fortunately, Goofy just sold the last guy to an 80-year-old-grandma and took the microphone from its stand.
“Wow, I’d call that fun!” he shouted with excitement. “A great big thanks to all the donators and the bands, thank you very much. And now, please enjoy the rest of the night at the after show party. Thank you.”
[Ich freue mich mindestens so sehr über FB wie ihr euch über Updates <3 ]
Ich bin ganz gerührt... es freut mich sooo sehr, dass ihr die Story mögt :o <333 Seriously.
Dankeschön für das Lob bzgl. meines Schreibstils, Dankeschön für das Lob bzgl. der Songauswahl... Dankeschön für einfach alles :herz:
Dankeschöööön!
Meredith was still wondering what goofy guy possibly meant by that when she almost choked on her drink. She gaped at the happenings in front of her… and back to Cristina and Co… and back to the stage… hardly believing what her eyes were seeing.
Derek entered the stage again, followed by seven other men… all members of the bands that had performed before. They wore identical suits, though everyone had another number stuck on it. Moreover, each of them carried a deep red rose with them.
The audience was whispering… some curious… some already excitedly… apparently realizing what was about to come. The moderator cleared his throat noisily to shush them.
“I am very proud to present our objects… oh, beg your pardon… gentlemen of desire for tonight.” He turned around and clapped his hands at them, and the other people in the room joined his applause right away. “Those men were so kind to agree to auction themselves… or, more precisely, auction one evening with them, for a good cause… and now it’s up to you to make the best of it.” He signalled the first of the men to step forward. It was one of the guys form The All American Rejects. Tall. Dark, frizzy hair. One could find him overly attractive… But Meredith barely listened to the moderator who bumped up the bids for the human lot next to him by mentioning his muscular arms, the strong legs blah blah blah.
Her eyes were on Derek. He would be asked to step forward next. Some wild… screechy… horny women would raise up their skinny arms to bid for him… Goofy would do anything to make them offer more and more and more… probably he would mention his magnificent ass… holy, his ass alone would be worth thousands of dollars…
FOCUS, MEREDITH!
She bitterly took a sip of her champagne. The Rejects singer was auctioned for over $15.000 to a hysteric woman some seats next to Meredith who now jumped up and down completely out of control, eagerly gripping the rose out of his hands. He seemed not very happy. Unlike the moderator.
“And now, ladies… a real piece of man candy… Mr Shepherd, may you please come forward.”
Derek did as he was told. Carrying the rose in his hand and his best Prince Charming smile on his face, he now stood next to Goofy. His eyes were wandering from face to face in front of him, stopping at Meredith, raising an eyebrow. Expecting.
What? Does he expect me to rescue him from that bunch of cuckoo broads? Seriously?
“Okay, we start with five thou…-”
“I BID EIGHT!” some female voice shrieked from behind. Meredith wanted to knock her off with her purse.
“TEN!” yelled another one.
Bitch, thought Meredith.
“TWELVE POINT FIVE!” shouted the first again.
I can give you twelve point five kicks in the ass!
“THIRTEEN!” a male voice screamed. Meredith turned around and noticed Stu, ears angry red.
“FIFTEEN!”
You slutty whore.
“SIXTEEN POINT FIVE!”
God, that dress is so yesterday!
Silence.
“No more offers?” she heard Goofy say. “Well, than sold for…-”
“I bid twenty-five…” Meredith heard her voice loud yet calm in the room.
Silence.
Oh my God! Did I just say that loudly?
All eyes were on her… at least so she thought. Yet she only could see Derek’s. He looked almost surprised… yet his eyes were twinkling a silent Thank You at her. He leaned forward and offered her his hand so that she could step onto the stage.
Her legs felt numb and so did her whole body. She expected to collapse on the floor at any second… but then she thought she could not get more embarrassed anyway so she got off her chair, anxious for avoiding eye contact with Cristina, and positioned herself close to Derek. He handed her the red, smelling flower and she took it from his hand with shaky fingers.
“Thank you for purchasing me.” he whispered and she melted away at the loving sound of his voice. Her vocal cords would not allow her to form words so she just gave him a smile. He seemed more than satisfied with that, though.
They stood side by side, on the back of the stage, listening to the rest of the auction in silence. Derek had one arm laid around her waist and she was thankful for this support since her knees were still trembling. She leaned softly against his shoulder… enjoying that act of intimacy for a moment… or two… She could smell his scent again and pink fluffy clouds started to form in her head like cotton candy.
Fortunately, Goofy just sold the last guy to an 80-year-old-grandma and took the microphone from its stand.
“Wow, I’d call that fun!” he shouted with excitement. “A great big thanks to all the donators and the bands, thank you very much. And now, please enjoy the rest of the night at the after show party. Thank you.”
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