After a hard morning of cleaning, Claira had decided she never wanted to go to Mimi's house ever again. It was a pigsty, and Claira couldn't understand how someone could LIVE there. The young blonde had insisted on walking back home with her, on the claim that she and Grell had plans to go shopping that day. Claira didn't worry about it, letting her follow, although her whistling was getting annoying.
The redhead opened the door and stepped inside, before jumping as everyone inside yelled out, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAIRA!"
"Oh shit, I forgot it was my birthday…" Claira sighed, turning to walk out the still open door. Grell grabbed her wrists and pulled her inside, while Mimi shut the door.
"No, Claira, I went to all the trouble to organise this for you, the least you can do is stay!" Grell huffed, pouting childishly.
"I don't like parties and you know it," she rolled her eyes, before glaring at him, "So let me go."
Grell sighed deeply, "Yeah, I know… Come on, everyone, you better leave, she doesn't want a party."
Eric frowned, "That sucks!"
Grell shrugged, "Well, it's her birthday, if she doesn't want to celebrate, we shouldn't get in her way."
"But what about my present!?" Ron whined, looking utterly hurt. At the sight of him, Claira's cheeks turned faint pink, remembering the kiss he stole.
"Too bad, Ronnie." Grell placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. The upset faces of her co-workers and friends were driving Claira insane, so she decided to give in, "Fine, we can have the party. But first, I need some booze."
Grell grinned, showing off his sharp fangs, "In the kitchen~"
The younger Sutcliff quickly exited to go and get herself a drink.
When she returned, glass of wine in hand, she smiled faintly as she noticed everyone holding parcels with brightly-coloured wrapping. Mimi grinned, standing directly in front of her, holding out the small package in her hands, "Happy birthday~!"
Claira took the present, opening it, and grinning when she discovered the contents. Inside was about four rings, each looking sharp and deadly. "Oh man, I cannot wait to test these out! Hey Will, step over here would you?"
A slight smile crossed her boss's face, "No way."
"You're no fun," Claira quickly hugged Mimi, "Thank you!"
"It was my pleasure," the young reaper replied.
Eric stepped up next, giving her a package that was obviously a bottle of wine. Claira took it, removing the paper and examining the label, "Wow, 1788 vintage…" she held back the urge to facepalm, "100 years old, like me."
Eric grinned, "Yup! Cheesy, but you can never have too much wine. Unless you're Will, in which case you definitely can."
"You said you wouldn't talk about that anymore!" Will protested, looking somewhat hurt (ohmigod, emotion!) and Eric laughed, "Sorry, couldn't resist~"
Claira gave the tall reaper a hug, "Thanks, Eric."
Alan held out a small present to Claira, "It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it."
"Don't worry, size doesn't matter," she replied, winking at her co-worker. The brunette reaper's cheeks erupted in a scarlet blush, and Eric burst out laughing. She unwrapped the parcel, smiling down at the present: A small red pen, engraved with Claira's name. She hugged her blushing friend, "Thanks Alan!"
"You're welcome."
Claira released Alan then whipped around to where Grell was standing, hanging of Will's arm. "AND IF YOU DARE STEAL MY PEN AND FILL IT WITH RED INK, I WILL CASTRATE YOUR BOYFRIEND!"
Will and Grell both winced, and Grell nodded, "I will not touch that pen ever."
"Good." Claira nodded, slipping it into her pocket.
Will coughed, detaching Grell from his arm and handing Claira a box wrapped with a red ribbon. She eyed the box, "This is safe to open… right?"
Will rolled his eyes, "Obviously."
Hesitantly, Claira opened the box, pulling out a beautiful silk scarf, deep red in colour. She wrapped it around her neck and threw her arms around William, "Thank you!"
Everyone burst out laughing at Will's facial expression, showing how much he disliked physical contact. Grell huffed, "How did you manage to pick out such a nice present for my sister and yet you can't get the right wine for me? Hah, that's a man for you."
"Um, Grell, you are a man," Ron piped up, and Grell immediately slapped him, "I AM A LADY THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"
The blonde rubbed his cheek, "Sorry, Grell…"
"Hey Grell, don't hit him- …" Claira paused, trying to reword her sentence, "Because that's my job!"
Grell laughed, "Whatever. Will-darling, where's the box?"
"It's in your room, should I go get it?"
The redhead nodded, going up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. William went upstairs, returning with a large red box, decorated in numerous bows. He passed it to Grell, who in turn passed it to Claira. She eyed the present then unwrapped it, glancing inside.
Her eyes fell to the cover of a book, Romeo and Juliet, then the next, A Midsummer Night's Dream. She took off the first two, then looked at the covers of the next ones, Hamlet and Othello.
"Grell… Are these first edition?" she asked, looking at her elder sibling.
"Yup~ Cost a bit, so enjoy~"
Claira squealed, launching at her brother, "THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHAN KYOUTHANKYOUUU!"
Grell hugged her tightly back, "It was the perfect present, what can I say?"
"Ahem!"
Claira stopped squealing, turning to where the amplified voice came from. She saw Ronald, standing in front of a microphone on a stand, and Mimi sitting at the piano against the back wall. "Now it's time for my present, so please listen hard, Claira." He smiled faintly, nodding at Mimi to begin playing.
A light hearted melody played out through Mimi's fingers, and Ron tapped his foot in time with her tune. He put his hands on the microphone and began to sing:
"I've been caught in all this mess thinking
'Bout the lengths I'd go to impress,
She's the love of my life, the love of my life,
And I've been so scared, that I wouldn't be that aware
Be that prepared for the day
She tells me she's a leaving oh-woah"
A blush crept up Claira's face and she looked down, feeling Ron's gaze on her. She tried to block him out, but his voice was beautiful, angelic even, and it was hypnotising.
"But I know you've told me so many times that
There's no other me
And when I think about you~
A part of me believes in more than just a
Summer love
It's the way that we touch ah it don't take much for me to
Fall in love
To fall in love with you girl,
Cos baby you mean the world and you're more than my summer love~"
The sincerity of Ronald's lyrics hit her directly. Her heart was racing, her palms were sweaty, and she could still feel his kiss on her lips. She wanted to be closer to him, she couldn't stop it. He clicked his fingers, waiting for Mimi to play the second verse.
"I've been caught in all this thinking of you,
It's so hard not to stay true, true to my word
When you got a smile like that,
I want you back, back near me ,in my arms tonight
There's no way you can put up a fight
Not when I've fallen this much more in love
But I know you've told me so many times that
There's no other me
But when I think about you~
A part of me believes in more than just a
Summer love
It's the way that we touch, no it don't take much for me to
Fall in love
To fall in love with you, girl,
Cos baby you mean the world and you're more than my summer love~"
He was mesmerising, and she couldn't look away. She could feel how hot her cheeks were; you could fry a full breakfast on them. His eyes looked into hers, but it felt as if he was staring into her very part as he sung the bridge.
"Can I have another try?
Don't let it be our last goodbye
Cos baby I'll always be thinking of you
Distance don't have a prize
Not when we're this much closer inside
Another try, to show you,
How much I love you
It's more than a summer love
It's the way that we touch, no it don't take much for me to
Fall in love,
Fall in love!
Oh it's a summer love
It's the way the way that we touch no it don't take much for me to
Fall in love, oh , love
Fall in love with you
La, la, lalala, la la, lalala, la la lalala love
My summer love~"
The room erupted in applause, and Ron bowed, grinning. His cheeks were faintly pink, and his smile went wider as he saw Claira's blushing face. She buried her red cheeks in her hands, then ran out of the room, into the bathroom.
Quickly locking the door, she leant against it, trying to slow her racing heart. What was happening? She didn't have a clue. Could she actually… love Ronald? No, she wouldn't allow that. He was a bastard. But the way he sung that song… Maybe he did care about her? And that kiss… She chuckled sadly to herself, singing the words quietly:
"It's the way that we touch, no it don't take much for me to fall in love…"
She managed to get her thoughts in order (and her cheeks back to a reasonable hue) within five minutes, and she came back downstairs, hugging Mimi, "I never knew you could play piano so well, and Ron, holy crap you can sing!"
Ron smiled slightly, "What did you think? Of the song?"
"It was cute, I'll give you that. Still not interested~" she laughed, a teasing tone in her voice. Ron's crestfallen face was so adorable, it kind of just struck her. She still wasn't pleased with the fact it was him, but he could be sweet. "Oh cheer up, is this a party or not?"
Eric grinned, "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"
None of the partygoers went to work the next day. Alan had vowed never to touch wine ever again, Will had sufficiently embarrassed himself, and Claira had the biggest hangover she had ever had.
Oh well, she thought to herself, Could be worse.
Rocki: Okay, if you wanna listen to the song Ronnie sung, go youtube: /watch?v=A3gliKc3x6E Summer Love by Shayne Orok, totally adorableness~! Sorry if I made any errors with writing the lyrics xD
Shayde: We just imagine Ron singing that, with his British accent…
Rocki: AND THEN WE DIE OF FANGIRL. British accents are the best. Ron's is so amazing.
Shayde: Him swearing would be the cutest thing ever.
Rocki: TOTALLY. Just imagine him saying bollocks. I love that swear, but you can only use it if you're British.
Ron: MAH ACCENT BRING ALL THE FANGIRLS TO THE YARD~
Claira: *hits Ron* we are british, it doesn't have the same effect on us.
Rocki: Anyway, I guess we better finish this up…
CLAIRA HAS REALISED HER FEELINGS, BUT HOW WILL SHE SHOW IT? TROUBLE IS AFOOT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THICKER THAN BLOOOOOOOOOOD!~
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