A/N: yay! here it is!!! the last chapter!!! *applause* *bows* lol yeahhh...this is the last chapter....unless you will be nice and review..then mayyyybe they'll be an epilogue ;) anyways, i worked hard on this chapter and i hope you like it. :D anyways, im gonna shut up now so you can read. enjoy!! i do not own The Santa Clause or Bernard. only Trish. . Chapter Fourteen: Finale .
Curtis knocked on the door of Abby's apartment. A few seconds later she opened the door and happily invited him in.
"It's unusual to see you here, Curtis." she stated, walking back over to her place on the couch. He nodded, sitting next to her, "I know but I thought I'd let you know something."
She nodded, waiting for him to continue. He took in a breath, "You know how you, Mrs. Claus and Judy think Bernard and Trish make a cute couple?" he asked. Abby nodded a big smile on her face.
He nodded, "Right. Well, I saw something and I thought you should know…um," he paused.
"What? What?!" Abby asked happily, jumping a little in her seat. "I saw Bernard kiss Trish!" he finally spat out. He felt a pinch on the back of his neck.
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Bernard had carried Trish into her room, thinking sleeping on the couch much have been uncomfortable. He had just pulled the covers over her when a weird flash went through his body and felt the urge to sneeze.
'Is someone talking about me?' he thought as he walked out of the room.
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Abby's face lit up and she jumped up and over to the phone, "I have to call Judy! Then Mrs. Claus! Oh this is perfect! I knew they'd get together!"
Curtis stood up and tried to stop her happy rambling, "A-Abby! Wait, Abby!" he took the phone out of her hand and hung it up. She gave him a look, "What was that for?" she asked.
"You can't tell them! Bernard kissed Trish in her sleep! She has no idea he kissed her and if you tell Judy and Mrs. Claus it'll get around! Then it'll get back to Trish and she'll either be scared because in some way he took advantage of her in her sleep or she'll be mad that he kissed her without her knowing! And then," he gulped, "It'll get to Bernard and he'll know it was me and-and who knows what he'll do to me then!
"No, you have to promise not to tell! Not. One. Soul!" he asked her.
Abby gave him a look, "Fine, I won't tell. But can I hint it?"
"Abby!"
She held up her hands, "Alright, alright. I won't tell, or hint or nothin. I promise."
Curtis sighed, "Alright. Thank you Abby. I'll be going now." he said before completely vanishing into the air.
Abby stared at the phone and sighed before biting her lip, "Well…I know for a fact Judy can keep a secret!"
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Next day
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Trish stared around the half empty factory. Even though it was break time elves still liked to hang around in the factory, work on toys for fun and clean up. Trish was there so she could bring Lucy's Harry Potter book to Santa and he could bring it back to her.
Right then, as she walked up the stairs, she heard whispers from the other elves and every time she glanced their way, they'd look away or giggle. Maybe even both.
She was getting a little paranoid. Was something in her hair or on her face? Did she have a stain she couldn't see on her pants?
Once she reached the top of the stairway she looked back down at the elves, and they all looked away from Trish.
What the heck is going on?! She thought angrier.
She walked down the hall way to Santa's office, ripping off her scarf, hat and jacket as she did, her anger clearly showing on her face.
I swear, if there is some stupid rumor going around I'm gonna beat the tar out of whoever started it! I mean, seriously, we're not high schoolers! We're elves who are over thousands of years old!
She knocked on the doors of Santa's office and heard muffled giggles inside.
"Come in!" Santa yelled.
Trish pushed the door open and walked inside, noticing Mrs. Claus, Abby and Judy sitting quietly on the other side of the room.
Trish gave them a look before she walked over to Santa's desk and handed him the book.
"Ah, thank you Trish. I'm sure you enjoyed the book." Santa asked, taking the book out of her hand.
She nodded, "Yeah! I was sad when all those characters died though. But the epilogue was very cute."
Santa smiled at her and nodded, "That's good. Well, is that all?" He asked. Trish nodded, "Yeah. I should get back home. I told Bernard I was gonna try to bake a cake."
"Bake?" Santa asked, remembering the last time Trish tried to bake something. She grinned and tried to hide her laugh, "Bake. Buy. Same difference. Bernard will never know as long as I hid the box."
Santa chuckled and nodded, slipping on his reading glasses and looking down at the papers on his desk.
Trish turned and walked to the door. She glanced at the three girls on the other side of the room. They looked at her, with smiles glued to their faces.
Trish gave them a weird look before pulling the door open and walking out.
Judy and Abby giggled, "Did you see her? She's so oblivious to what's going on!" Abby said happily.
Mrs. Claus nodded, "You're right but it was wrong of you to break your promise to Curtis." she said, looking at Abby.
Abby looked at her hands, "I know, but I thought Judy could keep a secret!" she said, sending a look at Judy.
Judy's mouth went agape, "Well, I can't keep secrets from my husband! I thought he could keep his mouth shut!"
Abby shook her head, "Men always tell other men about things when they're doing men stuff. Like playing sports or working."
Judy huffed and crossed her arms. Mrs. Claus chose to step in there, "Now ladies, no need to argue. What's done is done. All that's left is for Trish to find out."
Now it was time for Santa to cut in, "Find out? How is she suppose to find out this "rumor" if no one will talk about it around her?" he said, making air quotes around rumor.
"It isn't a rumor! It's completely true! Curtis told me last night." Abby protested smugly.
"And it was probably turned around a million different ways and by the time it gets back to Trish or Bernard, it will be unbelievable." Santa said simply.
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Trish stopped mid way down the hall and turned around. I forgot ask him if we were having a Valentines party.
She walked back down the hall and stood in front of Santa's door, about to knock when she heard the sounds of muffled voices behind the door.
She leaned down, under the stain glass windows of the door so they couldn't see her, and placed her ear against of the cold wood.
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"No way." Mrs. Claus said, "The elves here couldn't make a simple rumor unbelievable."
Santa laughed, "Please. They might be thousands of years apart, but the elves have a lot in common with teenage humans. If anything, they know how to make a rumor unbelievable."
"But this about the head elf! They wouldn't want to make it unbelievable because if Bernard does find out they know he'd be mad." Judy protested.
Santa shook his head, "Doesn't matter. I remember when I was in high school I little rumor was going on about one of the quarterback's and a cheerleader. I thought it was boring, and a rumor can't really be traced back to the person who started, it so I thought what the heck and made the rumor a little juicer."
"What did you do?" Abby asked. Santa shrugged, "I just said to one person that the quarterback got the cheerleader, who was already seeing someone, pregnant."
"Santa!" Judy said in shock. He grinned, "I can still remember the fight between those two guys." He shook his head, "Now do you understand?"
"Yeah. Santa was a liar." Abby said, crossing her arms. Mrs. Claus rolled her eyes, "Just because you made a little rumor even bigger doesn't mean the elves are gonna start saying Bernard got Trish pregnant. He only kissed her."
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Trish's eyes grew so wide they looked like they might fall out. She fell out of her crouching position on the floor and simply fell back onto her butt.
What? Is their a rumor going around that Bernard kissed me?! Don't tell me Mrs. Claus believes it!
She scooted closer to the door to listen more.
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Santa shrugged, "That might be true, it was just a kiss, but I bet if you asked around the factory now they'd start saying outrageous things."
The three girls stared a look.
"No way. I mean, we know the truth. Bernard kissed Trish in her sleep. If something bigger is being said, we can set it straight." Abby said.
"As long as Trish doesn't find out about this, then we have nothing to worry about, right?" Judy asked. Mrs. Claus nodded, "That's right. The people in the actual rumors are always the last to know. And there are a lot of elves. It'll take a while."
The three of them nodded and then Mrs. Claus excused herself when she heard Buddy crying in the other room.
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Trish pushed herself up off the floor and slowly backed away from the door.
"Trish?"
She jumped in surprise and turned around. Curtis stood there holding some papers, a confused look on his face.
"Why are you crouching and backing away from Santa's door?" he asked. Trish stood up straight, brushing off the back of her faded jeans, "Um, I was just, um," she paused.
She shook her head, "I have to go. Sorry Curtis!" she said, running past him. He stared after her, and then walked into Santa's office.
Mrs. Claus walked back into the room with Buddy on her hip, and Judy and Abby were still sitting on the couch across from Santa's desk.
"I just saw Trish. Shes acting a little weird." He said as he walked over to Santa.
"You what?" Abby asked, standing up.
"Trish. She was crouching outside Santa's door then when I asked her why she ran down the hall." he explained, handing the papers to Santa, "From the Naughty and Nice center." he told him.
The girls all exchanged looks before covering their eyes with their hands and sighing, "Oh no." they all mumbled.
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That night
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Trish stood outside the front door of the house. A little white box was in her hands, wrapped with red string. Obviously the cake she said she was going to buy.
What do I do? Were they telling the truth? Did Bernard kiss me? When? Where? Why?! Does he like me? Does he love me? Did he just kiss me because he was bored? Ugh, did he even kiss me at all?! She thought franticly.
She finally took in a breath, and looked down to make sure she looked okay. For some reason she was very nervous and worried about what she was wearing and if Bernard would like it.
Normal faded jeans and light brown ugg boots, a lavender tunic with her jacket and the hat Bernard gave her.
Finally, she found the courage to grip the handle and step inside.
The whole house seemed dead quiet. She threw off her coat and hat onto the coat rack and walked into the kitchen. She placed the cake on the counter and heard a door close.
She didn't turn around as she heard Bernard's foot steps hit the tile floor of the kitchen, "You're such a liar." he said, standing next to her and grabbing a cup out of the cabinet.
She didn't move her head, just her eyes, "H-Huh?"
"You said you were baking." he tapped the box, "Liar."
She stared down at the box. "Oh. Right."
What's wrong with me all of a sudden?! I'm now extremely scared to even move!
It became awkwardly quiet as Trish just stood there at the counter and Bernard pulled the water pitcher out of the fridge.
"Is something wrong?" Bernard asked. Trish started to undo the knot in the red string, "N-No. Why would you say that?"
He shrugged, "You're quiet. That's an automatic sign something is wrong."
Trish opened the box and stared at the chocolate covered cake.
"Well, I heard something today." she started.
"Like a rumor? Don't believe them. Most of the time they aren't true." he said, taking a sip of water.
"Right. Most of the time." she mumbled, half smiling.
Bernard gave her a look, putting the pitcher back into the fridge. "You wanna tell me about the rumor?" he asked.
Trish finally turned around and leaned her hands on the counter. She sighed, "It was about…you. You and me." she told him.
Bernard stopped mid sip and gulped.
"I heard someone say you kissed…Me." she said, staring at the floor.
Curtis…you are dead! Bernard thought angrily.
"Well, we both know that isn't true. We've never kissed." He finally said after a few moments in silence.
Trish nodded. The butterflies in her stomach doubling. "Well…" She paused, "Would you?" she asked.
He glanced at her, "Would I what?"
"Kiss. Kiss me. Would you?" she asked.
Bernard flushed a deep shade of red and quickly turned around to leave, "Please! We're friends Trish. I would never want to kiss you." He bit his tongue.
"We're friends. I never want to kiss my friends, I mean." He quickly corrected himself.
Trish nodded, even though Bernard couldn't see her.
"R-Right. Friends don't want to kiss other f-friends." She stuttered.
Bernard turned his head and caught Trish covering her eyes with one hand.
He quickly panicked, "Ah! I-I'm sorry!" he started babbling, running over to stand in front of her.
"I didn't mean it like that Trish! I just meant, um, I'm sure lots of guys want to kiss you. I just-I didn't-um," he kept stammering. He touched her hand that was covering her eyes, "Please look at me." he asked, sounding defeated.
Trish pulled her hand away and looked up at him.
"I didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry. I just-" he paused.
"It's okay." Trish mumbled. "A lot of people don't realize that boys are very much afraid of rejection from the ones they care about. But girls do too, sometimes even a lot more then the boys. This is just one of those times." she said, staring down at her feet.
Bernard gave her a look, "Huh?"
Trish shook her head, before gently pecking Bernard's lips. "I just wanted to try." she said, smiling a little.
Bernard quickly backed away and turned around, "That was unexpected." He mumbled.
She nodded, turning around and pulling the cake out of the box, "Sorry, I just wanted to. Don't think too deeply into it. After all, you don't kiss your friends."
Bernard felt a pang of guilt and he quickly turned around, "It's not like that!"
Trish turned around, "Then what is it like?!" she asked, growing angry. "I didn't say that so you could guilt me afterwards, okay?! If I like my friend like that, then I'd kiss her! But I don't have any friends like that!"
"Then how did those rumors start?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"I don't know! We've never kissed before." he said matter-of-factly.
Trish rolled her eyes, "You keep saying that." she mumbled.
Bernard gave her a look, "What is that suppose to mean? You know we've never kissed."
She sent him a look, "I know. But do you?" she asked. He gave her a look, "What do you mean?"
"I heard Abby say you kissed me in my sleep!" Trish said through gritted teeth.
Of course! Curtis probably told Abby first. He's been in love with her since the 19th century! Bernard thought grimly.
"You're going to trust Abby?" he asked.
"Why shouldn't I?"
Bernard clenched his teeth together, and threw his arms in the arm, "Fine! Alright, I kissed you in your sleep the other night! Happy now?" he asked, raising his voice.
Trish scrunched her eyebrows together and turned around, scooped some of the cake into her hands and threw it at Bernard, "Why didn't you just tell me, you idiot?!" She shouted, throwing littler pieces at Bernard.
He wiped the cake off his face and threw it back at Trish, "Because I thought wouldn't take it well! I wish right!"
She sighed loudly, pulling the pieces of cake out of her hair, "You weren't right at all! I'm not acting like this because you didn't tell me, I'm acting like this because your not man enough to kiss me when I'm awake!" she shouted back.
Bernard laughed sarcastically, "I'm sorry, what?!"
Trish huffed, "You heard me! You are not a big enough man to kiss a girl when she's awake!"
"I am too!" He argued back.
"Prove it!" she shouted, stomping her foot. And, in the blink of an eye, he did. He quickly walked in front of her, an angry look on his face, grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her.
Trish, on the inside, grinned.
Once he pulled back, and grinned, "See?" he said smugly. Trish smiled and nodded, "Yes, I see mister man." and she pulled him in for another kiss.
Bernard was shocked at this, but did kiss her back.
The kiss grew deeper; Bernard's right hand gently holding the back of Trish's head and his left moving down and resting on her lower back and Trish's right hand tangled in Bernard's curls and her left arm on the counter.
Trish slowly reached to the destroyed cake and did her best to grab a hand full.
She ran her hand higher till it reached the top of Bernard's head, and his hat fell to the floor.
She smiled and they slowly pulled apart.
Right when Bernard was moving in for another kiss, Trish moved her left hand up and on top of Bernard's head, smashing the cake.
He grinned and shook his head, "How did I not see that coming?" he mumbled. Trish smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, "I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?" she asked.
Bernard gave her a look. Little did he know that Trish had that whole fight and kiss planned since she left the factory.
Before Trish could say anything else, Bernard grabbed what little cake was left in the box and smashed it behind her head.
"You are, but so am I." he retorted.
Trish shook her head and laughed, "Gosh, I love you."
He blushed deeply, "I-Ah-"
"Oh, shut up." She kept laughing, kissing him again. Bernard did. I love you too. He thought happily, hugging her closer to him.
. The end.
A/N: did you like it??? I really hope so. i dont really have much to say about this. i just really hope u liked this story. and be perpared. their might be an epilogue ;) haha. anyways...yeahh...
reivew&fave plz i'd like some reviews as a birthday present :DD(you dont really need to alart. but their might be an epilogue so maybe alarting works too. haha)
tootles!!!
~Taylor