The Art of Courting

The Art of Courting- Chapter Seven

Hey Guys, sorry that it's a little bit late! Holidays are over tomorrow so I've been a little bit busy organising and stuff :)

Mia, played by Kyla Pratt, on the side >>>

Sleep by My Chemical Romance is the song for this chapter.

This chappie is dedicated to princess_rose, who's written a story called The Cheerleader and the Cage Fighter... Are Dance Partners? It's really good, so check it out if you haven't already!

Kays, on to the chapter:

PS: Flora is Jay and Jordan's nanny and Mia is her daughter.

CHAPTER SEVEN

And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye
And sleep
Just sleep- Sleep, My Chemical Romance

JAY PICKED CHELSEA UP AT exactly seven o’clock, surprisingly on time. He had told her to dress formally, so she was wearing a pretty red dress with black heels. When she got in Lucy she couldn’t help but notice how dashing he looked in a pair of dark jeans and a dress shirt.

“Put your coat in the back seat,” he ordered and she did as she was told. They drove off into the cold night.

“So... Where are we going?” Chelsea asked, settling into the leather seat. Jay sent her a mischievous smile.

“Not telling!”

“But Jay!”

“Nope, you’re going to have to wait until we get there.”

‘There’ turned out to be in the back streets of New York City, away from all the lights and glamour. Chelsea frowned as she took in the slightly dirty streets. Where was Jay taking her?

He better not be taking me to some strip club…

She wouldn’t put it past him.

“Almost there!” he sang and pulled into another street. She snuck a glance at him and saw that he had a massive smile on his face.

Why would he tell me to dress up for this?

“And what is ‘there’?”

“Not telling!”

“You’re impossible.” Chelsea let out a loud sigh.

“That line’s getting old,” Jay teased back. She just rolled her eyes at him and stared moodily out of the window. He had Jeff Buckley singing softly in the background, which eased her mind a little bit. But not much.

“We’re here!” he cried suddenly, parking on the side of the road. Across from them was a shabby looking theater with ‘F EV R  SLEEP’ in big black letters above the doors.

“Fever Sleep?” Chelsea asked in confusion.

“Forever Asleep,” Jay corrected and helped her into her coat. They walked into the theater and showed a tall guy with crooked teeth their tickets. He let them through.

It was surprisingly packed full of nicely dressed people. There were women and children as well as people the same age and Chelsea and Jay. She couldn’t help but marvel at the display of community as they all shouted to each other excitedly. They never had anything like this where she lived.