Our Vacation
Skye Rocket
A/N: Mmhmm, my first Moulin Rouge fanfic. Be kind. And just let me say, all of you guys write THE BEST fics!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Christian, Satine, you know. Yeah. I don't even really own Mary and Trev, they're [whispers] actually just me and my brother. Enjoy!
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"This will be great!" Satine said. She had no idea how Christian had gotten them into the year 2002, but she liked the idea. The warm Florida air was heavy around the two of them. They had gone out shopping for clothes that wouldn't draw attention to them for not being from the time period, and Satine had become quite attached to her new sunglasses. Christian had become fascinated by the modern 'cars.' He had gotten a license as soon as he and Satine had arrived, and leased a Jeep for the two of them.
"Yeah, I know! But it's kind of weird knowing that right now, everyone that we knew is…erm, dead," Christian said, half concentrating on driving. Satine made a face.
"Well, I never thought about it like that," she said slowly. "But, ah well. We're here to have some 'alone' time. Just the two of us." Satine leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Just the two of us," Christian sighed happily as the Jeep cruised down the highway.
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"Don't spill that in my car!" I yelled to my brother. "They don't make them like this anymore." And it was actually pretty true. I drove an old, powder blue beetle. I had the windows rolled all the way down.
"I won't! Don't get angry!" Trev yelled from where he was stretched out in the middle of all of our luggage in the backseat. He was dangerously sloshing his coke around. I turned quickly and gave him a warning look. We were driving to a small beach house that our parents had taken the liberty of renting for the two of us to share this summer.
My brother and I were great friends, and we had been planning this road trip since Christmas. I had my CD player plugged into my the cigarette lighter with the adaptor I had bought especially for this trip. It was quietly playing a CD I had burned. Trevor was leafing through a tacky comic book, and he had a large stack next to him.
He was wearing a green T-shirt with a white stripe across the front and orange shorts. His sandals were kicked off and were lying on the floor. It was swelteringly hot outside, and Trevor had made a fan out of a sheet of computer paper, from the stack that we had brought. My air conditioning was shot and there wasn't much we could do. Still, we had planned, for some reason, on just taking my car.
Not that I was good at planning. I was wearing my blue and red flowered peasant blouse and a pair of jeans with patches on the shins. I had kicked off my flip flops with the sequined straps and they sat next to my feet.
"Are we almost there, Mary?" my dear eleven-year-old companion asked. I blew a loose hair out of my eye.
"Of course!" I said happily. We were on our way to the best summer of our lives…or were we?
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"Oh! It's darling!" Satine gushed happily, looking at the beach house. She removed her sunglasses and folded them, placing them inside her straw bag with the plastic flowers. She and Christian had only been in the current time for about a month, and mostly kept to themselves. They also didn't indulge much into the new pleasures that had suddenly become available. For instance, they no longer had to go to a theater to see acting, just turn on the talking box and watch it. They had seen it in a shop window.
"Glad you like it," Christian said softly, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head. He suddenly picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He ran to the door, and she giggled and squealed. Christian stopped and unlocked the door. They had parked the Jeep in the back driveway and climbed the deck.
The two of them walked through the door. It led into the kitchen. It had pale blue carpet and tiled counter tops. The empty cookie jar sat under the wooden cabinets. The wallpaper was a pale purple color. The two of them walked into the living room and sat down on the plush red sofa.
"So, what do you think?" Christian asked softly. Satine smiled warmly.
"I think it's great."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
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"Well, this is it!" I said happily. Trevor clapped. He grabbed his tote bag with all of his comics and such in it, along with blankets and groceries. I held my backpack, two duffel bags and dragged the cooler behind me. We parked in the front of our 'new home.' It was right on the beach.
It had blue shutters and was white. It had a porch going all around the second story. The house was perfect. I had to hand it to Mom and Dad, their connections really paid off this time.
"Come on!" Trevor yelped, running up the stairs as fast as he could. I followed him. The cooler banged on the wooden stairs. I pulled the key off of the lanyard around my neck and shoved it into the lock and twisted it.
The door came open easily. The two of us stepped inside into a dining room. It had a blue vase with a bundle of silk tulips in it. I sat our bags down, and Trevor followed in suit. I ran to the living room, when…
SMACK!
I collided with something and fell to the floor. "What in the-?" I mumbled, rubbing my knee. I looked up. A guy stood in front of me. He had black hair and greenish blue eyes. He wore a pair of board shorts and a white tank top. His shoes were missing, and in his had was a bottle of Coke.
"And who might you be?" he asked. "Maintenance?" I looked at him in disbelief.
"Uh…no…my younger brother and I have rented this house for the summer. And who might you be?" I was incredibly confused.
"I'm Christian," he said. I folded my arms.
"Darling, what is it?" a voice asked. A woman with fluffy red hair came in the room. She was dressed in a pink halter top and denim shorts, plastic flip flops in her hand. Christian folded his arms. The lady smiled and extended her hand.
"Hello, dear, I'm Satine, and who might you be?"
"Mary. This is my brother Trevor. We've rented this house. For the summer." I frowned.
"Well, that's impossible!" Satine said. "Christian and I rented this house!" I gasped.
"Uh, no…" I said.
"Uh, yes," Christian said, mocking my voice. He seemed to either be A) a naturally evil sort of fellow or B) not in a good mood. I was hoping that the latter was true.
"I beg your pardon?" I found myself asking.
"I think there's been some sort of mix up!" Satine was saying, obviously trying to avoid conflict. I shook my head.
"These people NEVER mix up!" I said. "Obviously some moron screwed with the cards." I was practically hysterical. This wasn't fair! And I wasn't about to go home just because some snooty guy and his wife/girlfriend/whatever were staying here too.
Trevor came up to stand next to me. "Well, we aren't leaving!" I had to hand it to the little guy. He and I were always on the same wavelength.
"Well, I don't think that there's any reason to shout," Satine said.
"We are staying RIGHT here!" Christian said, anger in his voice. I threw myself onto the sofa.
"I guess we'll have to stay here together then. Trevor, you can have the smaller bedroom. And these lovely people," I said sarcastically. "Can have the master bedroom." I smiled sweetly. "Of course, that is in the case that you don't mind."
"That will be fine," Christian growled. Trevor began unloading the groceries.
"Well, if you'll excuse us, we are going to have lunch. We haven't eaten in twelve hours," Trevor said. I sighed and followed him into the kitchen.
"This sucks," I said stiffly. Trevor nodded.
"What's for lunch?" he asked, gesturing at the bag of groceries.
"You can have Spagettios. I am having macaroni and cheese," I said. I emptied a can of his lunch into the pot that I was going to cook it in. I put some water in a second pot and put them both on the stovetop.
Soon our lunch was finished and we sat at the dining room table to eat. We didn't talk for fear of upsetting our new 'roommates.' I was still very PO'ed about the whole situation. Why did things like this always seem to happen to me. It was just like that time when we went to go so "Star Wars" and some jerk had already bought the last tickets when we had already bought them using the Internet. I finished eating and threw away my plastic bowl and silverware. I laid on the couch and opened my journal.
i Dear Journal,
Today we arrived. I thought it was to be the best day of our lives. Way I mistaken? YES! This is totally unfair. We are staying here with some flighty-acting woman and this uptight, evil guy who acts like- /i
"Move your feet, I want to sit down," Christian said. My mouth fell open.
"Sorry, I am sitting in my bed. Why don't you sit on the ottoman?" I asked sweetly. He grumbled and sat on the ottoman. I resumed writing in my journal.
i who acts like I tried to shave his head with a cheese grater. I think I'm gonna snap. On the other hand, we're right on the beach. So it's still OK, I suppose. Hrmmph. Doesn't mean I have to like it. Seeya! Mary /i
I sighed and shut the book, putting it back inside my backpack.
"So. What are you supposed to be?" Christian asked suddenly.
"What?" I asked.
"What are you supposed to be dressed as?" he asked. I folded my arms.
"Nothing! I always dress like this," I insisted.
"Does your mother know?" Christian said.
"Of course she knows!" I said. "She even likes the way I dress!" I was really surprised.
"Sorry. Can I tell you a secret?" he asked seriously. What was with this guy? I had only known him for about half an hour and he was going to tell me a 'secret?' Sheesh. Talk about creepy. He seemed kind of naïve though.
"Sure," I said anyway.
"I'm from the year 1899," he said. I laughed.
"Ha ha! You had me there for a sec."
"No, really! My love, Satine and I came from the eighteen hundreds to go on vacation in the year 2002," Christian said. I looked at him closely.
"Do you do drugs?" I asked seriously. He gasped.
"I beg you pardon, Madame! No!" Christian said, aghast at the suggestion.
"So you mean to tell me that you have no idea how this works?" I said. I stood up and pushed the power button on the TV. Christian nodded.
"What?!" Trevor said. I hadn't seen him behind Christian. Satine stood next to him.
"Christian!" Satine shrieked. "No one is supposed to know!" I sighed. It had gone from bad, to decent, to just plain old…weird.
"And neither of them do drugs, Trev," I said, trying to inform him. I sighed and laid my head back on my pillow with the Teddy Grahams pillowcase.
"This is insane!" I cried.
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Okay, hope you liked it. I am planning on continuing, at least if you guys like it. Sorry if there were any errors. I try.
Til Next Time,
Skye Rocket
Skye Rocket
A/N: Mmhmm, my first Moulin Rouge fanfic. Be kind. And just let me say, all of you guys write THE BEST fics!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Christian, Satine, you know. Yeah. I don't even really own Mary and Trev, they're [whispers] actually just me and my brother. Enjoy!
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"This will be great!" Satine said. She had no idea how Christian had gotten them into the year 2002, but she liked the idea. The warm Florida air was heavy around the two of them. They had gone out shopping for clothes that wouldn't draw attention to them for not being from the time period, and Satine had become quite attached to her new sunglasses. Christian had become fascinated by the modern 'cars.' He had gotten a license as soon as he and Satine had arrived, and leased a Jeep for the two of them.
"Yeah, I know! But it's kind of weird knowing that right now, everyone that we knew is…erm, dead," Christian said, half concentrating on driving. Satine made a face.
"Well, I never thought about it like that," she said slowly. "But, ah well. We're here to have some 'alone' time. Just the two of us." Satine leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Just the two of us," Christian sighed happily as the Jeep cruised down the highway.
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"Don't spill that in my car!" I yelled to my brother. "They don't make them like this anymore." And it was actually pretty true. I drove an old, powder blue beetle. I had the windows rolled all the way down.
"I won't! Don't get angry!" Trev yelled from where he was stretched out in the middle of all of our luggage in the backseat. He was dangerously sloshing his coke around. I turned quickly and gave him a warning look. We were driving to a small beach house that our parents had taken the liberty of renting for the two of us to share this summer.
My brother and I were great friends, and we had been planning this road trip since Christmas. I had my CD player plugged into my the cigarette lighter with the adaptor I had bought especially for this trip. It was quietly playing a CD I had burned. Trevor was leafing through a tacky comic book, and he had a large stack next to him.
He was wearing a green T-shirt with a white stripe across the front and orange shorts. His sandals were kicked off and were lying on the floor. It was swelteringly hot outside, and Trevor had made a fan out of a sheet of computer paper, from the stack that we had brought. My air conditioning was shot and there wasn't much we could do. Still, we had planned, for some reason, on just taking my car.
Not that I was good at planning. I was wearing my blue and red flowered peasant blouse and a pair of jeans with patches on the shins. I had kicked off my flip flops with the sequined straps and they sat next to my feet.
"Are we almost there, Mary?" my dear eleven-year-old companion asked. I blew a loose hair out of my eye.
"Of course!" I said happily. We were on our way to the best summer of our lives…or were we?
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"Oh! It's darling!" Satine gushed happily, looking at the beach house. She removed her sunglasses and folded them, placing them inside her straw bag with the plastic flowers. She and Christian had only been in the current time for about a month, and mostly kept to themselves. They also didn't indulge much into the new pleasures that had suddenly become available. For instance, they no longer had to go to a theater to see acting, just turn on the talking box and watch it. They had seen it in a shop window.
"Glad you like it," Christian said softly, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head. He suddenly picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He ran to the door, and she giggled and squealed. Christian stopped and unlocked the door. They had parked the Jeep in the back driveway and climbed the deck.
The two of them walked through the door. It led into the kitchen. It had pale blue carpet and tiled counter tops. The empty cookie jar sat under the wooden cabinets. The wallpaper was a pale purple color. The two of them walked into the living room and sat down on the plush red sofa.
"So, what do you think?" Christian asked softly. Satine smiled warmly.
"I think it's great."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
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"Well, this is it!" I said happily. Trevor clapped. He grabbed his tote bag with all of his comics and such in it, along with blankets and groceries. I held my backpack, two duffel bags and dragged the cooler behind me. We parked in the front of our 'new home.' It was right on the beach.
It had blue shutters and was white. It had a porch going all around the second story. The house was perfect. I had to hand it to Mom and Dad, their connections really paid off this time.
"Come on!" Trevor yelped, running up the stairs as fast as he could. I followed him. The cooler banged on the wooden stairs. I pulled the key off of the lanyard around my neck and shoved it into the lock and twisted it.
The door came open easily. The two of us stepped inside into a dining room. It had a blue vase with a bundle of silk tulips in it. I sat our bags down, and Trevor followed in suit. I ran to the living room, when…
SMACK!
I collided with something and fell to the floor. "What in the-?" I mumbled, rubbing my knee. I looked up. A guy stood in front of me. He had black hair and greenish blue eyes. He wore a pair of board shorts and a white tank top. His shoes were missing, and in his had was a bottle of Coke.
"And who might you be?" he asked. "Maintenance?" I looked at him in disbelief.
"Uh…no…my younger brother and I have rented this house for the summer. And who might you be?" I was incredibly confused.
"I'm Christian," he said. I folded my arms.
"Darling, what is it?" a voice asked. A woman with fluffy red hair came in the room. She was dressed in a pink halter top and denim shorts, plastic flip flops in her hand. Christian folded his arms. The lady smiled and extended her hand.
"Hello, dear, I'm Satine, and who might you be?"
"Mary. This is my brother Trevor. We've rented this house. For the summer." I frowned.
"Well, that's impossible!" Satine said. "Christian and I rented this house!" I gasped.
"Uh, no…" I said.
"Uh, yes," Christian said, mocking my voice. He seemed to either be A) a naturally evil sort of fellow or B) not in a good mood. I was hoping that the latter was true.
"I beg your pardon?" I found myself asking.
"I think there's been some sort of mix up!" Satine was saying, obviously trying to avoid conflict. I shook my head.
"These people NEVER mix up!" I said. "Obviously some moron screwed with the cards." I was practically hysterical. This wasn't fair! And I wasn't about to go home just because some snooty guy and his wife/girlfriend/whatever were staying here too.
Trevor came up to stand next to me. "Well, we aren't leaving!" I had to hand it to the little guy. He and I were always on the same wavelength.
"Well, I don't think that there's any reason to shout," Satine said.
"We are staying RIGHT here!" Christian said, anger in his voice. I threw myself onto the sofa.
"I guess we'll have to stay here together then. Trevor, you can have the smaller bedroom. And these lovely people," I said sarcastically. "Can have the master bedroom." I smiled sweetly. "Of course, that is in the case that you don't mind."
"That will be fine," Christian growled. Trevor began unloading the groceries.
"Well, if you'll excuse us, we are going to have lunch. We haven't eaten in twelve hours," Trevor said. I sighed and followed him into the kitchen.
"This sucks," I said stiffly. Trevor nodded.
"What's for lunch?" he asked, gesturing at the bag of groceries.
"You can have Spagettios. I am having macaroni and cheese," I said. I emptied a can of his lunch into the pot that I was going to cook it in. I put some water in a second pot and put them both on the stovetop.
Soon our lunch was finished and we sat at the dining room table to eat. We didn't talk for fear of upsetting our new 'roommates.' I was still very PO'ed about the whole situation. Why did things like this always seem to happen to me. It was just like that time when we went to go so "Star Wars" and some jerk had already bought the last tickets when we had already bought them using the Internet. I finished eating and threw away my plastic bowl and silverware. I laid on the couch and opened my journal.
i Dear Journal,
Today we arrived. I thought it was to be the best day of our lives. Way I mistaken? YES! This is totally unfair. We are staying here with some flighty-acting woman and this uptight, evil guy who acts like- /i
"Move your feet, I want to sit down," Christian said. My mouth fell open.
"Sorry, I am sitting in my bed. Why don't you sit on the ottoman?" I asked sweetly. He grumbled and sat on the ottoman. I resumed writing in my journal.
i who acts like I tried to shave his head with a cheese grater. I think I'm gonna snap. On the other hand, we're right on the beach. So it's still OK, I suppose. Hrmmph. Doesn't mean I have to like it. Seeya! Mary /i
I sighed and shut the book, putting it back inside my backpack.
"So. What are you supposed to be?" Christian asked suddenly.
"What?" I asked.
"What are you supposed to be dressed as?" he asked. I folded my arms.
"Nothing! I always dress like this," I insisted.
"Does your mother know?" Christian said.
"Of course she knows!" I said. "She even likes the way I dress!" I was really surprised.
"Sorry. Can I tell you a secret?" he asked seriously. What was with this guy? I had only known him for about half an hour and he was going to tell me a 'secret?' Sheesh. Talk about creepy. He seemed kind of naïve though.
"Sure," I said anyway.
"I'm from the year 1899," he said. I laughed.
"Ha ha! You had me there for a sec."
"No, really! My love, Satine and I came from the eighteen hundreds to go on vacation in the year 2002," Christian said. I looked at him closely.
"Do you do drugs?" I asked seriously. He gasped.
"I beg you pardon, Madame! No!" Christian said, aghast at the suggestion.
"So you mean to tell me that you have no idea how this works?" I said. I stood up and pushed the power button on the TV. Christian nodded.
"What?!" Trevor said. I hadn't seen him behind Christian. Satine stood next to him.
"Christian!" Satine shrieked. "No one is supposed to know!" I sighed. It had gone from bad, to decent, to just plain old…weird.
"And neither of them do drugs, Trev," I said, trying to inform him. I sighed and laid my head back on my pillow with the Teddy Grahams pillowcase.
"This is insane!" I cried.
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Okay, hope you liked it. I am planning on continuing, at least if you guys like it. Sorry if there were any errors. I try.
Til Next Time,
Skye Rocket