A/N: Dear Kira, I'm sorry I am made of so much fail. I couldn't even completed editing and updating Infinite Abyss for your birthday. So, I am attempting to write that AU Meg/Carlington romance story you wanted. The only problem is…well, neither of them are very romantic characters…and…I can't write romance…

So if it's not all that…lovey-dovey then I apologise. I got to keep my own characters in character after all. Or at least try to.

(c) Deathcas, 2010. Steal it and you're doomed to have a shit love life.

Disclaimer: Anything that isn't mine that I mention in this story doesn't belong to me, and I am not using it to gain money. -_-

Warning: Romance, AU, terrible writing. The usual stuff. Also, characters that have not been introduced yet may/may not be featured in this wacky tale. Also, slight Infinite Abyss spoilers. XD

Note: To all those who don't understand what AU means. AU stands for Alternate Universe, which basically means that this story is not part of the real Cursed Glasses Chronicles story, and is just stuff that could happen in an alternate world. Why is it AU? Because Meg/Carlington is a real pairing…

Dedicated to DtecnoKira, for his birthday, which, by the way, had better be super special awesome. Because a super special awesome person deserves a super special awesome birthday. So everyone, make sure to wish him a good one!

Love Makes You Funny

An AU CGC Tale

"Hey Carlington, you ever given someone Valentine's Day chocolate?" Meg asked boredly, sitting in her spinning chair, watching Carlington type away on his laptop. Technically, it wasn't her spinning chair, but whenever she visited Carlington's office she sat on it, so it was treated as hers anyway.

"No Meg, I've never given anyone romantic chocolate," Carlington replied, still typing away. Meg watched him dully, still spinning.

"Fuck, that was a boring answer," Meg muttered, glancing at the corner and wishing Elton was there to say something amusing. "Come on Carlington, you called me out here! If you're just going to have me sit here and spin until I feel sick then why'd you even bother?"

Carlington stopped typing for a moment, looking somewhat nervous. He looked around the room anxiously before turning his attention to Meg, who quite frankly couldn't care less about Carlington's unusual mannerisms.

"Ah…um, actually Meg, I called you here today to ask you something," he mumbled, twisting his hands together. Meg continued to carelessly twirl and circles, waving her hand for Carlington to continue. When he didn't, she stopped spinning.

"Well go on, hurry up and ask me," she said. "Do you want me to head into Gaudier and do something? Do you want me to beat up Stewart? Do you want me to organise a mad rave party for our gang? Because if it's that last one I'm sure as hell not doing it. I really can't be fucked."

"No actually Meg, what I wanted to ask you is something a little out of the ordinary," Carlington gulped, fidgeting and blushing. Meg raised an eyebrow at him, secretly amused by his embarrassment. It was rather rare to see the great corporate money-grabber turn such a bright shade of red.

"Seriously, Carlington, your face is redder than your hair," she announced, causing Carlington to yelp, before forcing himself to calm down with some deep breaths. Meg observed him, snickering slightly. The child genius frowned at her before smoothing down his clothes and sighing, returning to a somewhat normal state.

"Meg, if you could not be a jerk right now, please," Carlington said, as Meg rolled her eyes.

"Fine, fine, just quit your whinging and get to it. I could be doing other stuff you know?"

"Like what?"

"Like kicking ass. You do realise I skipped out on the chance to fight Lo today? Not in reality of course, because that would probably turn out badly. For me. Probably. No, but in all honesty, we were gonna play some games to see which one of us are better. I reckon it's me, if only because instead of occasionally hacking games and kicking ass, I just move around to different places in which I do one thing, and that is play fucking video games."

"Wow, ah, well, I'm sorry about that. Next time you can just…you know, go ahead and hang out with Lo," Carlington muttered, looking somewhat dejected and just a little hurt. Meg's forehead creased somewhat.

"Okay, what's wrong?" she asked, wheeling her chair over to Carlington's desk and leaning on it. "You call me here and ignore me, then when I try to get you to talk you dip your head in tomato sauce and look at everything that isn't me. I may be a bastard, but I do know you, and you don't act like a nervous and uncertain teenager Carlington. Not unless the world's at stake."

"Well, someone's world is at stake actually," Carlington mumbled, twiddling his thumbs. Meg glared at him from across the table, obviously unamused.

"Alright, tell me who I need to save so I can get it over and done with and then go home!" She complained. "You know, can you just sort of spit things out like you usually do next time, or at least make do with some of that damned playful banter of yours-"

"No! No I didn't mean it in that sense!" Carlington exclaimed suddenly, waving his arms about wildly. Meg cocked her head, her frown deepening.

"Okay. Just explain this whole thing to me," Meg said dully. "I'm really bored Carlington. There is a difference between being a sloth and being bored. Namely, a sloth still enjoys some form of entertainment. Just nothing that involves a lot of physical activity or thinking. Or much of anything really."

"Then how about a movie?" Carlington asked suddenly. Meg pulled a face, confused.

"I'm sorry, but what does that have to do with anything? That doesn't even make any sense!"

"No, ah, I apologise Meg. I seem to be losing my composure. I suppose it is my duty to inform you why I'm losing it and how it can be fixed. I-is that alright?" Meg sighed, unable to deny that she felt something tug in her chest at Carlington's unusual behaviour. His typical cool self mixed with the average shy and nerdy teenager. Definitely unusual.

"Ah, just go ahead in whatever manner feels best Carlington," Meg sighed finally, leaning backwards again. "Whether you're being that analytical little genius or this stuttering shy guy, I couldn't care. Just tell me and I'll listen as best I can, even if I'm bored as hell."

"Well then, Meg, I shall inform you of the reasons of my calling you here today," Carlington said. "And it is this. I would like you to attend a theatrical session at the local cinemas with me, so that we may enjoy modern-day storytelling in one another's company."

"What?" Meg asked, having no idea what Carlington just said. The red-haired teenager looked away awkwardly, crossing his arms and going a little pink.

"M-Meg, please don't ask me to say that again, I really can't."

"But…what you just said doesn't really make sense."

"Fine, I'll say it more clearly. Meg, I would like you to go to the cinemas with me."

"Pardon?"

"The cinemas. I want you to visit them with me."

"Sorry?"

"Meg I want you to go out with me!"

"Excuse me?"

"Meg! You're just screwing with me now, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Ah! I knew it!"

"No, I'm saying yes to going out with you dumbass."

"I knew you'd make fun of me and- wait, what did you just say?"

Meg performed a few more spins in her chair, grinning evilly at Carlington. Said brainiac stared at her worriedly, wondering just what the odd girl was thinking.

"I just said yes. I'll go to the movies with you. I mean you dragged me out here today, so I might as well. I mean, did you honestly expect me to say no? I'm getting a free movie and food here."

"Hm, you always struck me as the kind of person who'd want to pay for themselves Meg," Carlington murmured, staring at her curiously. Meg just grunted, rolling her eyes.

"Carlington, you've got loads of money. I'm not going to pay if you can," Meg explained, as Carlington smirked.

"Well, that sounds more like Meg," he said, before standing. "Anyway, I suppose since you've agreed to go out to the cinemas with me, we should head off. I planned the whole thing out perfectly so that if you did agree, we'd have enough time to get to the cinemas in a calm fashion, buy food and seat ourselves."

"Do we get to see the previews too?" Meg questioned. Carlington nodded.

"I figured you'd be the kind of person who liked watching the random and highly amusing crap that have before a movie."

"You figured right. That random crap is pretty entertaining sometimes."

"So, let us be off. I had Annabelle and Tobias prepare a somewhat discreet car for us to use, and, if you don't mind giving me a couple of minutes, I'll get changed into something a little less…flashy."

"Take your time," Meg said, smirking, as Carlington moved off to his room. The brunette continued to spin around on her chair, chuckling to herself.

"He's pretty cute when he's all shy and stuttering," she said to herself. "I don't usually like cute, but maybe I'll make an exception. Scientific genius, a good sense of humour and a hidden shy side? Heh, this could be fun."

As Meg talked to herself, Carlington looked through his wardrobe frantically, trying to find something that looked casual, and yet good.

"Gah, I wouldn't…no, I shouldn't care about clothes but…I kind of want this…to be good. Without people noticing me, the genius behind Apples and Stars Enterprise. I just want to enjoy today."

"I'd recommend jeans, that white polo shirt and a hooded jacket, possibly a pair of false glasses to hide your face a little," Elton's voice exclaimed for Carlington's bed. The teenager jumped, turning to see said older sibling lounging about on his bed, reading a book titled 'One Hundred and One Ways to be as Badass as an Australia Animal'.

"H-how d-di you g-get in here!?" Carlington stuttered, surprised. Elton just lowered his book a little so he could see his brother over the top, raising his eyebrows.

"You ordered me to take the day off Lucas," he said simply. "And I figured that you were going to need some assistance with your clothes and such, so I decided to spend the day in your room."

"Gah, Elton, you've never dated anyone!" Carlington exclaimed. Elton just chuckled to himself, putting his book to the side and sitting up.

"Lucas, you're not looking for cool clothes. You're looking for clothes that will hide you from the general public and those out to get you," Elton explained. "To be honest, I don't think Meg would care if you were wearing a potato sack or a floral dress, as long as you didn't get swarmed by millions of people."

"B-but…are you sure?" Carlington questioned, hopping on the end of his bed and pulling a face. "I don't want my first date to flop, you know? I want it to be good."

"You know Meg probably doesn't even see this as a romantic date," Elton said. "She probably thinks you've just asked her out as a friend. Just saying." Carlington shot an angry look at his brother, who simply sighed.

"Just go and ruin it for me, why don't you," Carlington murmured, walking over to his closet. With a sigh he reached in and tugged out the articles of clothing Elton had recommended, before walking over to his bedside table and searching for his false glasses. Elton just watched him fumble about.

"You know, compared to your company, your room isn't all that organised," he chuckled, causing Carlington to drop the clothes he was carrying and growl. "Oh come on, relax. If you want Meg to enjoy today, you're going to have to act normal. She said yes, so smile a bit. Flash her a smirk or whatever."

"Elton…I'm just worried this is going to turn out awfully and then I won't be able to face her properly again," Carlington mumbled, picking up his clothes and putting them on the end of the bed. Elton observed, shaking his head as he stood up.

"Here, let me help you out," he said, reaching into Carlington's beside drawers and pulling out his false glasses. He then began organising a few hair-related things. "You get dressed and I'll help you turn your hair into something a little…different."

Carlington nodded, before quickly tossing off his suit and shoving on his other clothes, smoothing them out so that they looked presentable.

"You know, I don't think I've ever worn these before," he whispered, seeming a little shocked. Elton just chuckled, waving his hands about.

"Ah, you're too busy for normal clothes Lucas, much too busy. Now hurry up and sit on your bed. Jeez, I feel like I'm a big sister helping out her younger one."

"Shut it Elton and fix my hair," Carlington ordered. Elton snorted, but moved over to sit behind his brother on his bed, and quickly brushed it out, using some hair gel and hairspray to make some slight alterations here and there. Carlington shifted about a little, obviously feeling a tad nervous.

"Lucas, my little, silly brother, just be yourself today, alright?" Elton said, as he put aside the hair products and gave his brother a careful hug. "Just have fun today, and I'm sure Meg will have fun too."

"You positive?" Carlington asked anxiously. Elton just nodded and smiled. "Alright, then I believe you."

And with that Carlington walked out his bedroom door. Meg noticed him and smirked, before standing up.

"Alright, let's get going," Meg exclaimed, before opening the door for Carlington. "What movie are we seeing by the way?" Carlington simply smirked, walking out the door with Meg following close behind.

"Infinite Abyss. It tells the story of a ridiculous tomboy with a potato fetish."

In Carlington's room, Elton whacked his face into his palm, shaking his head as Meg and Carlington took the elevator to their car waiting below.

Thwack.

Meg and Carlington spat our their soft drink simultaneously as Fushia, the hero of the movie, fell and smashed her face into the concrete. The two let out dark chuckles as the cinemas erupted into laughter.

"Jeez, smart, cool and yet a total fool," Carlington snickered, coughing a little. "This Fushia's a pretty loveable character, in a sense, though I suppose she'd get a lot of hate from some people."

"Hm, reminds me of someone I know," Meg murmured. Carlington, who had gone and taken another sip of his drink, started coughing yet again.

"Y-you think someone is a loveable!?" Carlington exclaimed, ignoring the 'shushes' from the audience around him. Meg just smirked, glancing at Carlington as Fushia finally managed to perform a 'super epic anime jump'.

"It's you, dumbass," she said. "Now do me a favour and shut up. I want to watch the movie."

Meg and Carlington walked silently out of the cinema, both with their heads bowed. Everyone else who exited the theatre did the same, though a few people cried, even some of the men.

"T-the ending," Carlington murmured, his hands in his jean pockets. "I…I didn't even see it coming but…it sort of makes me want to go and bawl pathetically like a child."

"I don't usually care about shit like movies but…this one seemed a bit different than most," Meg mumbled. "It didn't have a happy ending. It seemed just that little more…real."

"Yeah," Carlington whispered, his voice weak. Meg turned to look at him for a moment, her eyes narrowed slightly. Carlington seemed almost…scared, as if the movie had truly affected him.

"You alright?" She asked.

"No. Not really," Carlington answered honestly, knowing full to well that's what Meg preferred. "I can't help but think that…maybe this whole thing with Gaudier, with the Virus Bladers…I can't help but think that it's going to end like that. And that scares me."

"Shit happens Carlington," Meg responded bluntly, before suddenly reaching out and grabbing the boy's hand. Carlington gasped in surprise, a heavy blush covering his face.

"M-Meg!?" He exclaimed, shocked by the girl's sudden actions. Meg just looked at him, her eyes unusually serious and strong.

"Carlington, how much do you trust me? How much do you trust a lazy and careless teenager who spends her life playing video games and is one of the worst heroes in existence?"

"I-I…"

"I need to know Carlington."

"I trust you Meg. And I don't think your brain can comprehend how much."

"Good. Then trust that I won't fuck this up big time, and that I'll solve all these problems, and that as long as you assist me, and all our allies assist me, that things won't end up like shit, okay?"

Carlington stared at Meg, before slowly nodding. Suddenly, a smirk lit up his face, and he gripped Meg's hand tighter.

"Hey, you do realise you're holding my hand…in public right?" He asked, chuckling evilly. Meg stared down at him blankly for a few moments, before nodding.

"Ah, yes I do actually," she replied. "And might I say that you have very sweaty hands." Carlington rolled his eyes at Meg, before walking forward.

"Jeez, you give the corniest speech in the world and then you act like an ass," he exclaimed, as Meg grunted, continuing to hold his hand as they walked down the streets towards the local café, where Annabelle and Tobias were waiting.

"Hey, Meg," Carlington said, his face tinged pink. "Ah, thanks for coming today, you know, when you could've been gaming with Lo and all that."

"Don't mention it Carlington. Just up the cash prize I get when I defeat the Virus Bladers and all will be well," Meg replied.

"What!?" Carlington exclaimed, turning to look at the girl, who simply pulled a face at him. "I just paid for you to see a movie and got you food and everything, and you! Gah, you really are an ass!"

"Then why'd you ask me out?"

"B-because…I…kind of…sort of…really...lo-"

"Oh, fuck yes! Carlington! Check it out! They finally released that new first-person shooter, 'Obstruct and Deviate'!"

Carlington deadpanned as Meg dragged him over to the game shop window, before sighing and smiling slightly. Meg was, without a doubt, a lazy, careless asshole with a love for video games, but he knew there was more to her than that.

After all, if there wasn't, then she wouldn't be holding his hand.