Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville, Chlollie, or the music. Just borrowing. =)
Oliver stepped into the shower, quickly shedding his clothes. It had been a long day. He cancelled all of his meetings and sent everyone home a day early for the Thanksgiving holiday. He hit the shuffle on his ipod, and turned on the water hot.
He only had time to listen to two songs before 'Jingle Bell Rock' began blaring out of the sound system.
Oliver choked on a mouthful of water, jumping out of the shower to turn it off. He frantically tried to press the off button, but his wet hands weren't working on the touch screen. Groaning in frustration he yanked the ipod of the docking system and dropped it to the ground.
"Chloooeee," Oliver whined pitifully.
"Yes?" she said, turning her head to him, but keeping her eyes trained on the computer sitting on her lap.
"I can't take this anymore! I'm losing my mind!" he exclaimed. They were lounging in the Clocktower, and had just finished dinner. Chloe had plopped down on one end of the couch, while Oliver stretched out along it, his feet hanging off the edge, his head resting next to her thigh. At his exclamation he sat up and whipped his head toward her, and she raised her eyebrows at him amused.
"Can't take what Ollie?" she asked innocently, turning back to the work she was doing on the computer.
He wiggled his finger at her. "You know what missy. It's September. September! This is unacceptable!"
She took one look at the serious expression on his face, and promptly burst out laughing. "Oliver, do you want me to turn the Christmas music off?" she asked, still laughing.
"Please?" he said, laying his head back down in relief.
She grinned, and stopped the music that was pouring from her laptop speakers. "Better baby?"
"I'm not a baby," he grumbled. "It's not even Thanksgiving. It's not even Halloween! How can you be playing 'Rocking Around the Christmas Tree', when there is no tree?"
Chloe laughed again, her hand falling to run her fingers gently through his hair. "I would listen to Christmas music year round if you let me Oliver Queen," she said seriously.
"Yeah, that's not happening," he said, shifting into a more comfortable position.
She snorted. "You can only stop me when I'm with you. On my own, it's Christmas music 24/7 for the next four months," she said teasingly.
"Kill me now," he said yawning.
She laughed. "You're such a drama queen."
"No not drama queen," he whispered half awake. "OLIVER Queen."
Chloe laughed quietly, still running her fingers through his hair. She dropped a quick kiss to his forehead as he drifted off, and continued to work.
The last thing he heard before succumbing to sleep was the very quiet strains of 'Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.'
Chloe must have jokingly put the music on there after that conversation, knowing the only time he listened to his ipod was in his car or in the shower. He had successfully avoided the holiday music on the radio since Chloe left. It was physically painful to listen to something so joyous, and especially because it had brought her so much joy, listening to it without her felt empty.
It was two days until Thanksgiving. He would unwillingly be spending it with Clark and Lois, because Lois wouldn't let him say no. He had invited the rest of the team, but they hadn't really committed to anything yet.
He sighed. Chloe would have gotten everyone here no problem.
He bent down to pick up the, now wet, ipod. He quickly sifted through his music, finding about 20 Christmas songs put on there by Chloe.
He dried off, and threw on some sweatpants before climbing into bed. He grabbed his headphones and clicked the first song.
Then, to the sound of, 'Do You Hear What I Hear?', Oliver curled up in his large bed, alone, and cried.