And that's when Senora found her ex. In one hand was a chocolate bar wrapper, and in the other hand was a knife. He looked drunk, but she couldn't tell for sure- there was this crazy fire in his eyes- the same fire that Senora first fell in love with. She swooned, and than cursed under her breath because she was supposed to be with Dr. Drake Ramore, not this strange spaniard. Briefly, they made eye contact, and then Christopher spun around and stabbed the DJ in his arm. The DJ fell to the floor as Christopher tackled him under a table, and the music stopped. However, no one really noticed because everyone was making out or having a conversation. Triumphantly, Christopher pulled the plastic knife out of the DJs arm and le threw it into the audience. Grabbing the headphones and mic, he hacked into the computer and loudly typed something into the computer, loudly smacking his gum. Senora thought he looked like a badass criminal dude, and suddenly she didn't hate him so much. "Yo yo yo, papi Meancough in the houseeeeee" he yelled. "Tonight our song selection will be mexican favorites- let's start with the grooviest song of 2018- SOY GUAPO!"
Senora started breathing rapidly, her vision fading. She began to panic. "NOT THIS SONG NOT THIS SONG" she screamed, running towards the stage. But she tripped and blacked out in the middle of the room. The rest of the room, completely oblivious to this, resumed dancing. Christopher kept dancing on stage and the party started getting wilddd. Gradually, the flashing strobe lights brought Senora back from the unconsciousness. Also, someone stepped on her back, so that helped wake her up too. In a daze, she looked up and saw her ex having the moment of his life, surrounded by crazed fans. Somehow his dad had also come to the party, and Senora could faintly hear him holler "i'm proud of you son, making the family name legendary!" Senora stumbled as she struggled to stand up, one high heel on and the other being tossed about the crowd. She limped to the bathroom, but not before grabbing some bags of chips. Sobbing she threw open the bathroom door as hard as she could, smashing at least five girls. "Score" she muttered, smirking for a brief moment before stuffing her face with lays and resuming her crying. She searched for a free stall, but there weren't any left, so she crawled underneath a random stall and pushed the lady out. Once inside, she meditated, cried, thought about her favorite TV show, and cried. She began the night with three men, but now she had none except for her back up criminal friend who would probably be in prison for another 10 years at least. "I can't be single for 10 whole years" she gasped, hyperventilating. And that's when she noticed that the music had stopped. She stood on the toilet and looked down on the other stalls and there was only one other person, who was also crying. Curious, she grabbed onto the stall walls and climbed over. Feeling athletic and proud of herself, she expertly jumped from the top of the toilet onto the woman in the next stall. "Ahhhh" the lady screamed. 'AHHH" Senora screamed, because the other screaming person screamed like a dude going through puberty. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE", he yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE" Senora screamed, hitting him with her silver glittery purse from Claires.
That's when the mystery dude's hood fell off when Senora hit him in the face. It was silent for a whole 20 seconds."Crap" she muttered. "Hey Senora", he said, looking flustered. "Hey". It was silent for another moment. "So... how was the party" he asked lamely. "I don't know, I was hiding in the bathroom for most of it", she replied. Awkwardly, they stared at each other. And then Christopher started to cry, which made Senora cry, and soon they were both crying on the ground of the girls bathroom. And when Christopher handed her a tissue, she was reminded of the day they met- he had stumbled across the room of the singles conference, and grabbed a single tissue. "Here", he had rasped, handing her the wrinkled tissue, winking. She had been so sure that he had been the one, and maybe she wasn't wrong. Gratefully, she accepted the tissue, and then handed it back to Christopher when she had finished using it. "I have to tell you something", Senora rasped, eyes red. "I fell in love with Dr. Drake Ramore, but it was only because he was cute. Even though your music choice is terrible, your an exotic spaniard and I don't think I could let you go". Hand in hand, they walked out of the girls bathroom. Suddenly blinded by white lights, the last thing they heard was a voice over a loudspeaker yelling.
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST"
"Time to take that honeymoon to Mexico" Christopher muttered as he and Senora ran across the room and jumped out of a window.
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The Pathetic Romance of a Mean Cough
RomanceA story about the whirlwind romance between a man named Mr. Mean Cough and a woman named Senora. Loosely based on a true story. For any confusion, Joey and Dr. Drake Ramoré are NOT, I repeat, NOT the same person.
