|At The Warehouse
Author: Muffins Have Hearts Too PM
A series of one shots set around an abandoned warehouseRated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 5 - Words: 6,085 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 11-08-11 - Published: 08-25-07 - id: 2407509
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Tonight's the night of the last Troupe Asterisk's improv shows at the Warehouse. Asterisk is an improv group that, for lack of funds, performs during the summer at the old, used to be abandoned, warehouse on the edge of town. Every teen that can go to their shows does, although they're mostly sophomores and up. Everyone, even if they don't like improv, will go to every show, it's almost a social taboo not to go. After the show gets out, around ten, people go mingle with each other, visit a late night seminar, visit the market, or just wander around the Warehouse.
Yes, it probably is dangerous to play about in an abandoned warehouse. But its not abandoned, not really anymore. See, there's a market on the first floor, mainly elderly folk though. And the third floor has been turned into a school… kind of, there's no grades, just lectures and debates. The second floor is empty, as well as the basement. The fourth floor has been turned into a theater area, the three large rooms are now mini theaters complete with a stage and seating.
Tonight I'm hitching a ride with Lucy, she has the most seats in her car so its only natural we'd make her drive. I just found the shoes I want to wear when Lucy and Emily burst into my room. Both are in casual wear but it's a bit more fancy than most. Lucy is in non-holey blue jeans, a plain light blue t-shirt, and a green zip up hoodie over that. Her shoulder length red hair is in curls, Emily must have sat on her and curled it. Emily's in her red high heals, her favorite pair of shoes, that match her red long sleeved shirt. Her hair is down and slightly curled.
"Why are you two here so early? You shouldn't be here for another twenty minutes…" I saw the look in their eyes but it was too late. Lucy already had a grip on my wrist.
"Mandy, please tell me that's not what you're wearing to the show." I nodded, confused. Emily sighs, "that's why we came here early. To dress you properly!"
"I'll be seventeen in a week. I think I know how to dress myself thank you!"I tried to get my wrist out of Lucy's hand but I'm not too strong. Emily was already in my closet finding something for me to wear. "Fine. Just nothing too cold, it gets pretty cold in there."
"We know that. Why do you think we're in long sleeves ourselves?." Lucy, still attached to my wrist, is over looking at my jewelry selection. "Find anything yet?"
"Yup!" Emily walked out of my closet holding a long, fuzzy black turtle neck and khaki dress pants. She handed me the clothes, "put those on then I'll pick out your shoes."
I made a big deal as I stormed into the closet. Once the door was closed, however, I did my own little victory dance. The outfit wasn't that bad really. The turtle neck is one of my favorites too, its not too thick, really fuzzy and soft, and the sleeves go halfway down my hands. I put it on along with my new heels, black and white plaid with a pink pinstripe and a three inch heel. Then I walked out.
"Those were the shoes I was going to put you in! Good job." Emily smiled then stopped. "I guess there's not much we can do with her hair is there?"
"No, too short. But it looks pretty good the way it is." Lucy knows how I feel about my hair. The back is the shortest part and the length gets longer at the front, ending right above my chin.
"Fine. Seeing as she's already done her makeup," just some light eye makeup and pink lip gloss, "give her the earrings and we'll go pick everyone else up."
After the show, I saw that everyone was in their casual best. Even Ace, who hates dressing up, was in his nice pants. We; Lucy, Emily, Adel (another friend), Ace, Raelin (another friend), and myself, met up with other friends who weren't hitching with Lucy. Wendy, a friend from another school, being one of them. She's much taller than me, even when I'm in heels, and loves to poke fun at me. Not that I don't do that to her…
In the middle of a short joke contest, everyone loves a shortie…too bad its me, some blonde creep came up to me and started harassing me. Before anyone, including me, could hit the jerk, Conrad came to the rescue.
"Shove off, Jack. She obviously doesn't want you around." The creep, Jack, did go away once Conrad came up. I can see why, Conrad is in his worn leather jacket, black jeans, and a green t-shirt. Add a scowl and he looks quite fierce.
"Why is it that all of the creepy molesters go for the short ones first?" Wendy looks down at me smirking.
Before I could reply, Conrad had his arm around my shoulders. "Lest go someplace a bit more friendly." And he steered me out of the room.
"Thanks for that… Back there." We made it through the throngs of people to the second floor in silence. And its not like we haven't talked to each other all summer, we've texted almost every day. It's a bit weird, though, to have his arm around me and to be this close to him. I mean, I've had this huge crush on him since last summer but he's madly in love with his car. Its beautiful and all but its still a car. But it feels so right to be close to him...
"Yeah. Jack's a creep, just ignore him." He looks down at me. I feel like a squirrel the way I'm holding my hands, my arms are covering my front and my hands are holding the end of my sleeves and are right at my collar bone. "Cold?"
"I don't know. My arms just fell like this?"
"How can ya not know if you're cold?"
"If you're too busy thinking about other things then you forget about cold and things." Flash the innocent smile and move on. "So how are the," my phone started to vibrate, "hold on." I opened it to find a text message from Lucy. "That brat!"
Conrad looked at me a bit worried. "Who?"
"Lucy. She's my ride…well, was my ride. She just had Emily text me telling me to find a new ride home. And I don't know who I'm gonna ask, none of my friends life close to me and I really don't wanna use up someones gas. And she's so dead!"
"I could give you a ride."
"Are you sure it wont be out of your way? Cause I'm sure I could just walk…" That's a lie. We both know it.
"Its fine. I'll be cruisin' anyway. Lets go."