The Nightmare Before Christmas
By: Raichu
Rated: R for strong yaoi content
Disclaimer: I don't own Snowboard Kids 1, as you know. I'm not a
producer at Atlus. Also, I don't own Tim Burton's "The Nightmare
Before Christmas" - I named the fic that because it fits it and
because I guess I couldn't think of a name for it. ^^;;;
NOTICE: - This story is rated R because Chapter 3 has a yaoi scene
that is for *Mature Audiences Only*. It's a really good fic though,
so if you're 16 or older, pleeze read and review! Thank you so much!
-Raichu
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Later that morning, with everyone awake and ready to start their
weekend (it was Saturday morning), everything finally calmed down. Nancy
made pancakes for everyone (she was a great cook, especially in Tommy's
opinion) and everybody thanked her.
The reason for all the contentment was because it was Christmas Eve.
Everybody was looking forward to getting presents, and everyone knew that
it was going to be a great time. What's more, they were holding a Christmas
party that night - all their friends at school were invited - and there was
going to be music, food, games and fun. It was enough to make one anxious
enough to try and speed up time to forward to that evening. Unfortunately,
one of the Kids was almost impatient enough to do so.
"I can't wait any more!" Slash impatiently cried out. "What time
is it, Nancy?"
"It's 3:05." Nancy replied.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! It's only been 5 minutes since I started waiting!"
Slash cried out, pulling his spiky black hair in frustration.
"You just can't wait for the party to start, Slash." Tommy muttered
through a mouthful of hamburger. "Like the old saying goes, 'a watched pot
never boils'."
"Tommy has a point." Nancy pointed out to him. "It'll take so much
longer if you just sit and watch the clock waiting for it to become 8:30 so
the party can start. I suggest you do something to make constructive use of
your time so that the time will come faster."
"Oh, okay." Slash sulked, and headed upstairs to go do something -
but exactly what he would do, he had no idea. Play a video game? Nah, he
had beaten most of his games. Read a book? No, he was failing English class
in school before winter vacation started. Draw a picture?....Hmm....he was
pretty good at art.....
"That's what I'll do. I'll draw something." Slash said to himself
as he opened the door to the bedroom. He ran in and took a flying leap onto
the bed. He bounced once or twice and then crawled to the side to take a
sketch pad and a pencil off of the top of the dresser. With these items in
hand, he sat down and began to draw. He had no idea what to draw really,
so he began with one simple idea - a dragon. He was pretty good at drawing
those, so he set to work.
A little while later, he heard the door open, and he looked up from
his drawing. Jam was standing in the doorway.
"Hi. Thought I'd drop in." He said, and sat down on the bed next to
Slash. "Whatcha drawing?"
Slash shrugged. "I was drawing a dragon, but I messed up and now it
looks something like a scaly hamster with wings."
Jam smiled. "It doesn't look like a hamster. Here, want me to draw
a dragon for you?"
Slash nodded. "Okay. Are you good at drawing?"
Jam laughed a little. "I must be, because I'm acing Art Class right
now."
Slash sighed. "You're lucky. You always got the best grades. As
for me, I got a big fat F in English class."
Jam looked at Slash. "How can you fail English? You speak English,
you read English, and you deal with English all your life because it's the
language we use."
"I don't think it's the English part I'm failing. I think it's the
punctuation and speech mechanics part that I don't get." Slash explained.
"I wouldn't worry about it." Jam told him. "You're pretty smart."
Slash blushed. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Jam replied. "Now, here, I'm going to show you
how to draw a dragon now. Watch me."
"Okay." Slash said it just like a little kid, probably because he was
glad that he was in Jam's company at the moment.
Slash watched Jam as he started to draw a dragon. Slash was, to say
the least, amazed. Jam was very good at it, just as he had said. Jam had
drawn the dragon perched on the wall of a stome medieval castle of some
sort and it was breathing fire up into the sky.
When he was finished with the drawing, Jam tore it out of the sketch
book and handed it to Slash.
"What do you think of it?" Jam asked.
"It's beautiful! How on Earth do you manage to draw this good?"
"I don't know." Jam said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
Slash handed it back to Jam, but Jam gave it back to Slash.
"Don't you want it?" Slash asked.
"Nah, it's yours." Jam replied.
"Hey, thanks!" Slash exclaimed happily, holding the drawing up to the
ceiling.
The two of them sat together on the bed for a minute, gazing at the
window. After a moment's staring, they put their arms around each other
and began kissing. At first it seemed harmless, but it became deeper as
the smooching made it's way to frenching. They let their hands travel all
over each other as they made out, and after about a minute, the two finally
stopped. They remained in each others' arms to catch their breath, then they
parted, gazing into each others' eyes. After a moment of silence Slash spoke
up.
"I'm hungry. Want to go downstairs and get a bite to eat?"
Jam nodded. "Sure. I'm starvin'."
The two boys laughed and ran downstairs to the dining room, both
with only two things on their mind - the Christmas party and what they were
going to have for dinner.
By: Raichu
Rated: R for strong yaoi content
Disclaimer: I don't own Snowboard Kids 1, as you know. I'm not a
producer at Atlus. Also, I don't own Tim Burton's "The Nightmare
Before Christmas" - I named the fic that because it fits it and
because I guess I couldn't think of a name for it. ^^;;;
NOTICE: - This story is rated R because Chapter 3 has a yaoi scene
that is for *Mature Audiences Only*. It's a really good fic though,
so if you're 16 or older, pleeze read and review! Thank you so much!
-Raichu
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later that morning, with everyone awake and ready to start their
weekend (it was Saturday morning), everything finally calmed down. Nancy
made pancakes for everyone (she was a great cook, especially in Tommy's
opinion) and everybody thanked her.
The reason for all the contentment was because it was Christmas Eve.
Everybody was looking forward to getting presents, and everyone knew that
it was going to be a great time. What's more, they were holding a Christmas
party that night - all their friends at school were invited - and there was
going to be music, food, games and fun. It was enough to make one anxious
enough to try and speed up time to forward to that evening. Unfortunately,
one of the Kids was almost impatient enough to do so.
"I can't wait any more!" Slash impatiently cried out. "What time
is it, Nancy?"
"It's 3:05." Nancy replied.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! It's only been 5 minutes since I started waiting!"
Slash cried out, pulling his spiky black hair in frustration.
"You just can't wait for the party to start, Slash." Tommy muttered
through a mouthful of hamburger. "Like the old saying goes, 'a watched pot
never boils'."
"Tommy has a point." Nancy pointed out to him. "It'll take so much
longer if you just sit and watch the clock waiting for it to become 8:30 so
the party can start. I suggest you do something to make constructive use of
your time so that the time will come faster."
"Oh, okay." Slash sulked, and headed upstairs to go do something -
but exactly what he would do, he had no idea. Play a video game? Nah, he
had beaten most of his games. Read a book? No, he was failing English class
in school before winter vacation started. Draw a picture?....Hmm....he was
pretty good at art.....
"That's what I'll do. I'll draw something." Slash said to himself
as he opened the door to the bedroom. He ran in and took a flying leap onto
the bed. He bounced once or twice and then crawled to the side to take a
sketch pad and a pencil off of the top of the dresser. With these items in
hand, he sat down and began to draw. He had no idea what to draw really,
so he began with one simple idea - a dragon. He was pretty good at drawing
those, so he set to work.
A little while later, he heard the door open, and he looked up from
his drawing. Jam was standing in the doorway.
"Hi. Thought I'd drop in." He said, and sat down on the bed next to
Slash. "Whatcha drawing?"
Slash shrugged. "I was drawing a dragon, but I messed up and now it
looks something like a scaly hamster with wings."
Jam smiled. "It doesn't look like a hamster. Here, want me to draw
a dragon for you?"
Slash nodded. "Okay. Are you good at drawing?"
Jam laughed a little. "I must be, because I'm acing Art Class right
now."
Slash sighed. "You're lucky. You always got the best grades. As
for me, I got a big fat F in English class."
Jam looked at Slash. "How can you fail English? You speak English,
you read English, and you deal with English all your life because it's the
language we use."
"I don't think it's the English part I'm failing. I think it's the
punctuation and speech mechanics part that I don't get." Slash explained.
"I wouldn't worry about it." Jam told him. "You're pretty smart."
Slash blushed. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Jam replied. "Now, here, I'm going to show you
how to draw a dragon now. Watch me."
"Okay." Slash said it just like a little kid, probably because he was
glad that he was in Jam's company at the moment.
Slash watched Jam as he started to draw a dragon. Slash was, to say
the least, amazed. Jam was very good at it, just as he had said. Jam had
drawn the dragon perched on the wall of a stome medieval castle of some
sort and it was breathing fire up into the sky.
When he was finished with the drawing, Jam tore it out of the sketch
book and handed it to Slash.
"What do you think of it?" Jam asked.
"It's beautiful! How on Earth do you manage to draw this good?"
"I don't know." Jam said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
Slash handed it back to Jam, but Jam gave it back to Slash.
"Don't you want it?" Slash asked.
"Nah, it's yours." Jam replied.
"Hey, thanks!" Slash exclaimed happily, holding the drawing up to the
ceiling.
The two of them sat together on the bed for a minute, gazing at the
window. After a moment's staring, they put their arms around each other
and began kissing. At first it seemed harmless, but it became deeper as
the smooching made it's way to frenching. They let their hands travel all
over each other as they made out, and after about a minute, the two finally
stopped. They remained in each others' arms to catch their breath, then they
parted, gazing into each others' eyes. After a moment of silence Slash spoke
up.
"I'm hungry. Want to go downstairs and get a bite to eat?"
Jam nodded. "Sure. I'm starvin'."
The two boys laughed and ran downstairs to the dining room, both
with only two things on their mind - the Christmas party and what they were
going to have for dinner.
