Chocolate

AN: Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Here's another chapter up for your viewing.

Disclaimer

Me- Can I buy Tomb Raider?

Lara- No

Me- What about Kurtis?

Lara- He's mine

Me- Fine. Be greedy. I'll get my own back. Someday.

Alistair stared dreamily at the box of Cadbury's Roses in front of him. After working so hard on studying about Avalon, he had bought himself a box of chocolates. But there was one problem: once Alistair started eating chocolate, it was hard for him to stop.

As a child, he had been bullied for being smart, which led him to comfort eat (stuffing his face with chocolates like there was no tomorrow), which led to more bullying. Chocolate was his only weakness apart from books and tea. As he grew older, he decided enough was enough and swapped his chocolate bunnies for a vegetable farm (the cauliflower sheep were his favourite), fruit juice instead of fizzy drinks such as Irn-Bru and Coca Cola and swapped his reading time for, well, reading times. Some things you can't change.

Now he was facing his demons again. It felt as if the box was calling to him. But if he opened that box, all the memories would come back and he would be 'Fat Arse Al' again. He didn't understand the nickname. Sure, he was fat, but all the weight went to his tummy and face. He had five double chins as a child and his parents often remarked to him looking like a chipmunk.

The braces didn't help either. When they were taken out, he was left with buck teeth. The effect the braces were meant to give was completely the opposite of what he was left with. Or should he say 'cursed' with. Teeth sticking out of his face at all times. When it came to his first kiss, he almost poked the poor souls eyes out.

He couldn't help it. They were willing him to come and eat him. He knew he had reached a bad stage: He was hallucinating. By now, the box had formed a pair of eyes, a mouth, a nose the size of a pelicans beak, a moustache and a mono brow. "Hey, you" it snapped in an American accent.

"Who? Me?" Alistair pointed to himself while looking around the room. As if it wasn't half obvious.

"Whodya think I'm talkin' to. You, chipmunk." he began to chew on some gum. How a cardboard box could do this, Alistair would never know.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Eat one. Y'know you want to. Just peel off that cellotape, open the box, and eat your worries away. What do ya want? Golden Barrel? Strawberry dream? I've got loads of them."

"Erm...I'm not sure which one I want." Now he knew he was going mad: he was talking to cardboard. Not the sanest thing to do. He had often talked to the occasional hardback about the plot of a story, but this was talking to a box about chocolates.

He reached into the box and pulled out a Swiss caramel. His favourite. He unwrapped the wrapper and popped the chocolate into his mouth. As he chewed, the caramel came out of the chocolate shell. He swallowed and closed his eyes. His weakness was coming back to him.

When he opened his eyes, there were wrappers surrounding his desk, the box face-less and his mouth covered in chocolate. Oops he thought.

He got up and cleared the mess into the bin. He then went to his bedroom to clean his face. He had always been like that: Eat with his face instead of his mouth.

After that, he went downstairs to find a moaning Larson and a fed-up looking Lara. "Larson, no."

"One more time, Lara, please."

"Fine." she took a coin out of her pocket and flipped it up in the air. "Sorry, it's tails. I win."

"Well, who cares about the coin, please."

"NO."

"What is it?" Alistair asked, trying to hide the symptoms of his sweet tooth. There were always three: He would try to talk and it would come out either stuttered or fast and blurry, he would walk and trip over and the worst of all, he would usually be unconscious. After eating chocolates for years on end, he was diagnosed with diabetes. Another reason why he lost the weight.

"Larson wants a puppy."

"A puppy?"

"Yes and Lara won't let me get one. She said to do a fair coin toss. Tails she wins, heads I lose. But, I sucked at that."

"You're not getting one." she got up and exited the room.

"Wait a minuet." Larson said. Alistair hoped that he had realised what he had just been stupid to do.

"Yes?"

"I forgot to give the chocolates to Zip. Oh well."

"Wait, what chocolates?" even thought Larson hadn't realised his mistake, the mention of chocolates brought Alistair from any other thoughts.

"The Cadbury's Hero's I bought as a thank-you for not loosing is nut at me when I 'trespassed'."

"But he did lose his nut at you."

"Fine. I bought the chocolates for myself and told th others they were for him. Happy now?"

"Well, why don't you just eat them?"

"I don't like chocolate"

"Why did you buy them then?"

"What is this? 20 questions? Here take them." he threw Alistair the box of chocolates and exited the room, going to cause havoc elsewhere.

Almost immediately, Alistair ripped the box open and began to eat away at his desires.

In the end, he turned out exactly the way he had been before. Covered in chocolate and almost collapsing from the amount of food he had just consumed.

Lara and Kurtis had been away at Asda, getting food that the group so desperately needed. When they arrived home, they found Alistair lying on the ground with a flattened box of paper covering his face. "Alistair?" Lara asked.

A groan was what she got for a reply. "Are you OK?" she asked.

"Stuffed." he said.

"Erm, well, I got some Mars Bars for you. I know they're your favourite."

Alistair shot up at the sound of more chocolate. He rushed over to Lara and Kurtis and grabbed the bags off of them, searching threw all of them for the group of chocolate bars. One he found them, he looked up at Lara and Kurtis, smiled menacingly at them and then ran upstairs to the library to stuff his face with more chocolate.

AN: I'll see you on Friday for the next instalment. I shall not have a life any more, seen as I am heading back to school tomorrow.

I give virtual cookies to everyone who reviews and give you an extra batch if you are going back to school soon as well.

Nikita