Chapter Four
Despite being grounded by Mo for staying out life nothing could bring down Chris the next day; ever since their brief kiss neither Chris nor Lucy had stopped thinking about eachother. Chris was quite looking forward to Christmas with his new family as he had never really had a proper Christmas since he was 4 as his dad, Brian, died before the next Christmas.
At mid-day on Christmas Eve Chris was almost all alone in the house. Charlie was at work in his cab; Mo and Zoe were working on the stall with a reluctant Stacey and Little Mo had taken herself off with baby Freddie; only Garry remained to look after Chris but he had since passed out drunk infront of the TV. Chris saw the keys for his great uncle's summer house and he swiped them
Chris bumped into Lucy, Peter and Ian in the square; he asked if Lucy could stay put for a bit. Lucy glanced pleadingly at Ian who eventually caved in to Pauline and Peter's disgust.
"Where are we going" asked Lucy as Chris dragged her by the hand to the summer house
"I've found a place we can hang out" said Chris unlocking the door of the summer house "In here". The summer house was a tip but Chris managed to clear a space for him and Lucy to sit down. He pulled the backpack he had been carrying and emptied it on a table; loads of chocolate bars fell out
"Where did you get all these" said Lucy looking very impressed
"Nan was trying to flog em on the market and I said I'd take them off her hands for a bit" said Chris tucking into a Mars Bar.
"You are so cool" said Lucy reaching for a second chocolate bar at the same time as Chris. Their hands collided and they both went red
They say time flies as you're having fun and boy did it.