Fan Fiction |
by Kiki
It’s my off day, but I felt like coming to talk with Jack. I quietly slipped in through the back entrance and made my way into the kitchen.
“What-cha doing?” I asked as I looked over Jack’s shoulder giving him a scare.
Jack twitched, “Myolie, you almost scared me to death!” he scolded. I moved out from behind him and walked across and stood opposite of him. Propping my elbows on the metal counter, I set my chin on top of my hands. I stared at Jack as he continued to mix his batter.
He finally looked up at me, “What’s this? Is that a smile I see on your face?” Jack teased. He turned off the mixer, wiped his hand clean on a nearby cloth, and pulled out his cell phone, “And today’s only the twenty-second of December!” he exclaimed, “Christmas hasn’t even passed yet.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“Oh please, you know that every year whenever December comes around you’re the most grumpy and grouchy person for the entire month.”
“I am not like that at all!” I began to protest, but it was true. I am an unpleasant person to be around during the Christmas season.
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By the time I left, it was beginning to sprinkle outside, I reached into my purse and pulled out an umbrella.
As I began to walk back to my apartment, I suddenly realized that Jack was right. Usually, with such gloomy weather, I would be in a bad mood. Yet today, I feel so jittery and happy.
My train of thought was broken suddenly. Someone had joined my under my small umbrella. I look over and of course find Mr. Pervert standing right next to me.
“Do you mind letting me share your umbrella until we get over there?” he pointed to the craft store. I didn’t answer, but continued to walk and he walked with me, so I suppose the answer was yes.
Arriving at his destination, he thanked me several times before entering the store. I shook my head, not knowing what to make of him. He used to make me frustrated and now the feelings have changed. I haven’t decided what they are though. I continued on my way back to my apartment.
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I checked my mailbox before going up to my apartment. Flipping through, I saw nothing of interest, only bills and junk mail. I let out a sigh when I saw the last envelope. It was from Mr. Pervert, “What does he want now?”
Entering my apartment, I set the rest of the mail on the counter and grabbed the letter opener, sliced the envelope opened, and pulled out the card, “What does he not understand about me not liking Christmas.”
However, the curiosity was burning inside of me wanting to know what he was going to do with all the presents and who they were for. I suppose it was quite obvious they were for children, unless they were for midgets or elves. I wonder who these children were.
I read over the card; it was quite cute looking with penguins on the outside ice skating. I left it standing up-right on my island kitchen counter.
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Fred exited his room with two large duffle bags. “Leaving already?” Raymond asked without looking up from his gift wrapping.
“Yeah, I wanted to leave before I get drowned by all your presents,” Fred laughed, “Actually, I figured since I got exempt from my last final tomorrow, I’d leave a day early and surprise my parents.”
“I bet they’ll love that. Send them my regards.” He tossed a box towards Fred, “This is for you man.”
“Aww…how nice of you Ray! I set your present under your Christmas cactus.” Fred pointed to the bag next to the plant. “You sure you don’t want to come with me? My parents said that you are more than welcome to spend Christmas with us. They practically see you as their second son.”
“Nah, I already have plans.” Raymond answered.
Fred nodded understandingly, “Well I guess I’ll see you after the New Years.”
“See ya man, be careful and have a safe trip.” Fred waved as he walked out the door, “And Merry Christmas!” Raymond yelled.
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Mid-way through reading through a chapter in Harry Potter: The Chamber of Secrets, I was interrupted by a knock on my apartment door. I choose to ignore it, but again there was another knock. I got up from my comfortable seat on the sofa to open the door. I should have guessed, it was of course, Mr. Pervert. He was dressed in a pair of plaid, flannel pajamas with a grey hoodie.
“I was wondering if I could borrow some tape.” He asked as he shook his empty tape dispenser.
“What does this look like, an office supply store?” I asked back, irritated by all his favors lately.
“Oh, no, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” his voice trailed off. “I was just trying to finish wrapping up the gifts, so I didn’t want to have to run to the store, but if you don’t have any, I’ll just go get some.”
He left and I closed the door. ‘Was I being extremely mean?’ I wondered.
Five minutes later, I found myself standing in front of Mr. Pervert’s door. I rang his doorbell; it seemed to be taking forever for him to answer it. Maybe he left for the store already. I was about to head back over to my apartment when the door flung opened.
“Myolie,” he paused, obviously awed to my appearance. “Can I help you?” He asked me. I held out the tape. He grinned widely.
I looked pass him and saw all the presents scattered about all over the floor in his apartment, “Need some help?” I offered. I quickly placed my hand over my mouth, ‘Did I actually offer him help?” He smile was even wider and brighter.
“Come in” he invited. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“No, I just want to get this done.” I took a seat on the floor and unrolled the wrapping paper and measured it against one of the package. “Pass me the tape will you.” I ordered. He tore me two pieces of tapes. He finished wrapping his present, “You call that gift wrapping.” I teased.
I stayed at his apartment for the next few hours wrapping the presents, listening to Christmas music and drinking apple cider he’d offered me and I felt happy.
“Are you busy on Sunday?” He asked me.
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Myolie’s more happy…wonder why??? Hmmm…and is Raymond asking Myolie on a date???? And on Christmas Eve??? Hope everyone liked the chapter!