Fan Fiction |
by Kiki
“She said she didn’t like Christmas…” Raymond stated from the kitchen as he continued to stir his pot of rice.
“Who?” Fred asked with confusion.
“Myolie, she said it when she was here earlier. Do you think she really means it?” Raymond asked.
Fred shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know man, maybe…”
“Well, we’ll just have to do something that will make her change her mind about Christmas, won’t we?”
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Date: December 18, 2006 Time: 5:32 PM Location: Starbucks
Raymond noticed that Myolie was getting off her shift and heading towards that storage room in the back where they kept their belongings. He followed her inside.
“What are you doing?” I asked slightly startled by his sudden appearance.
He picked up a box and handed it to me, “I think this belongs to you. It has my address, but your name. I don’t recognize the sender’s name and neither did Fred, so we suppose it’s yours.”
I was reluctant to accept it, so instead he gently thrust it into my hands. I glanced at the address label and then back at him.
He gave me a smile, “I have some work to get back to.” He stated and left.
I looked down at the mistake on the address label and snickered. ‘Yipee…my parents, well my dad at least, figured out where I lived, but leave it to him to get the address wrong.’
Raymond was drying the plastic blender with a cloth while keeping his eyes on the closed storage room door. It had been half and hour already, yet there was no sign that Myolie had come out. He looked at his watch and saw that his shift had ended too, so he took the opportunity to head to the storage room to check on Myolie and to grab his jacket.
He opened the door and started calling for Myolie, “Are you still here Myolie? Are you alright?” He didn’t say another word, but instead tried to listen carefully. He heard sniffling coming from behind some cardboard boxes. Walking over, he found Myolie crouched in a corner crying.
“Myolie, are you okay? Why are you crying?”
I was annoyed with all his questions, “It’s none of your business, go away. Just go away!” I yelled at him.
He didn’t leave, but instead grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me up, “Come with me.”
"Let go of me!" I demanded as I tried to struggle away from Mr. Pervert. He pulled me out of the storage room and out the back door. He led me to his car, where he opened the door and gently pushed me inside. He got in the car and began to drive.
Arms crossed, I question, "Where are you taking me?"
"You'll find out when we get there." He answered with a smile.
I started to question myself, ‘Why am I letting him take me to wherever he wants to? I could have easily gotten out of the car before he'd gotten in.’
He pulled his car into the parking lot and announced, "We're here!"
I stared at him, "You wanted to bring me to WAL-MART?"
"I need your help" was the only thing he said after we had entered the store. He grabbed a shopping buggy then pushed it towards me, "You'll probably need one too." and he pulled another one for himself.
Our first stop was the toy section, "How old are you, still playing with toys?" I asked with a half raised eye-brow.
He didn't answer me, but instead pulled something out and started unfolding it. It's hard to say how long the list was, but surely it was a good portion of Santa's list. I glanced over and saw that under each name was a list of items.
“Michael wants a remote car, Jeff wants a tool set, Natalie wants a doll, and Rachel wants a board game” He listed.
I watched as he continued to pile the toys into his shopping cart, while I stood there looking bored and aggravated. ‘What was I doing here with him? I could be at home, eating, sleeping, or even the word I dread….studying…after all I still have 3 finals this week.’
I looked around and he was gone! Where did he go to? Did he seriously just bring me to WAL-MART and leave me? Finally, I spotted him heading in the direction of children’s clothing. I observed as he picked out 10 or so sweaters for boys, and then he moved to grab some sweaters for girls.
He held two sweaters in front of me, one was blue with butterflies the other was pink with flowers. “Which one looks better?”
I looked back and forth a couple of times between the two and finally answered, “The pink one.” He then continued to hold out two choices each time and I made the final decision. After choosing about twelve to fifteen sweaters he had another outburst.
“Oh, I almost forgot, Mandy wanted some hair accessories.” He walked over to where the products were hung. “Which clips look cuter?” he asked.
I helped him choose out the best ones and we were done shopping. He pushed his buggy while I pushed mine and we went to the register. The total came out to be close to five hundred dollars. My eyes widen in disbelief how much money he’d just spent buying toys and clothes. He swiped his credit card in the machine, signed his name and the cashier gave him his receipt.
I helped him load the bags into his car; only because I didn’t want to be there all night long. It was tight squeeze to get all the bags in, but somehow we managed to do it.
“Thanks for your help. I didn’t want the girls to not like what I choose.”
“Whatever…” was my only answer.
We arrived back at our apartments and he thanked me again, but didn’t ask for my help to carry anything to his apartment. I thought about offering help, but decided against it.
Once I was back in my apartment, I quickly took a shower, cooked some chicken noodle soup in the microwave and gathered my books to start studying for my Marketing exam. As I settled down in a chair, a smile crept on my face. I had to admit, I felt a lot better after going shopping with Mr. Pervert, even if it was at WAL-MART, and even though I didn’t buy anything for myself. I shook the thought out of my mind and took a sip of my warm soup.
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I’m not completely satisfied with this chapter, but oh well…so wonder what Raymond will do to make Myolie like Christmas…and why did Myolie become so upset when she received the box from her dad??? Things are getting better between Myolie and Raymond…right?
Updated: December 20, 2006