1 Our Vacation by Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: Honestly, people. I don't own Christian, Satine or anything else pertaining to Moulin Rouge. You can also say I own no candy, books, movies, TV shows, etc. Thank you very much.
A/N: Hey people! I've missed you! Right now, I'm staying in sunny…Washington DC. At the most expensive hotel I've ever set foot in (thank you, Priceline.com!). The shampoo alone is probably more expensive than the outfit I have on (insert sarcastic tone in the last statement.). I love this laptop! Thankies to my mom for buying it…
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Christian and I sat together on the sofa. It was very quite in the room, and my mind was a complete blank. On the TV, an animated cucumber was explaining boat safety. I rolled my eyes and sat back.
Before I knew it, Christian's hand was on mine. Time seemed to slow down immensely. He leaned in, and his lips fell upon mine. My mind shrieked. I gasped softly and struggled away.
"Son of a b-!" I began, but I was interrupted. The room was shaking violently.
"Mary! Mary!" A loud voice began chanting my name over and over again. But suddenly, Christian disappeared on the sofa next to me.
I found myself lying on the sofa, drool making a half-dry trail down my cheek. I looked up into Christian's half emerald, half-sapphire eyes. I blinked, and Christian stared at me as if I had a fork through my head.
"Mary, what is the matter with you??" Christian asked, seemingly having NO idea what my subconscious mind had dreamed up. "I tried to wake you up, and you shouted a couple of…objectionable words at me. Do girls your age always speak like this in the year 2002?"
My face flushed bright red. I flashed Christian a sheepish smile and prayed for my life. "Sure we do. As long as the parental units don't find out," I explained, amused. I saw his blank looks. "If mom and dad aren't within an ear shot, say whatever you want!" I said, as if giving him permission, like a mother telling her child he can buy an ice cream cone.
"Well, um, are you all right?" Christian asked. Oh god, I thought. This is it! The crap has hit the fan…
"Ah…I had a strange dream," I stammered, as if asking him if that was the right answer. He gave me a questioning stare.
"What kind of dream?" he prodded. Here we go again! I screeched in my brain.
The last time someone had inquired like that, I remembered exactly what had happened…
**~~~**~~~**
"Well?!" Trev was shouting.
"There's nothing to tell!" I squealed back, clearly avoiding the situation.
"Come on, is, just TELL ME!" The veins were practically popping out of his forehead. "Who do you like? Just admit it, or Clowny gets it!" My eyes bugged out of my head. Not Clowny! He was the stuffed clown I had had since I was a baby.
"Fine! Fine!" I sighed, it was no use! "I like…Drew." So now, it was out in the open. Sheesh…
*~**~**~**~*
Christian was snapping his fingers in my face. I shivered at the memory. It seemed ridiculously stupid now. But it was bone chilling to me just to remember that that could have been considered the event that began the whole fiasco. But hey, I did it for Clowny!
2 "I cannot tell you," I said solemnly. Why couldn't he just back off!
"Mary. You can tell me anything! I told you about my mother and how much that traumatized my life. Come on!" Christian said seriously.
"You'd flip your lid, darling," I mused absently, even though it seemed to me that he wasn't the 'lid flipping' type. He knew it to, and tilted his head as he gave me a stare.
"Do it! Tell me!" he cried loudly, and I thought for a second that I heard a hint of hysteria in his voice. I sniffed gingerly.
"Fine, if you won't freak," I reluctantly agreed, the heat in my cheeks growing rapidly by the minute. He stared in that cute little way. Shut up! You don't like him, I mused to myself. Good lord, I didn't need a crush on him. I didn't believe in love.
"I dreamed you kissed me," I said, the words tumbling out at rapid fire. Christian smiled in a squishy, I'm-to-sweet-for-my-own-good sorta way. I scowled and folded my arms. "Say anything about that being cute, and you lose an eyeball."
"Was it a good dream?" he asked in a cocky tone that I had never heard from him. I gasped.
"I…uh…" I couldn't find my voice. "Err…I guess so. I mean, I have nothing to compare it to, so if it sucked, how would I be able to tell?" I admitted. "Well, anyone who would kiss me should be kicked in the throat!" Christian frowned and rushed over to sit by me.
"Don't you dare say that! You are sweet and wonderful!" Christian paused. "When you aren't mad." Way to ruin the moment, mister. I giggled softly and shoved him.
3 "I suppose it wasn't a bad dream. I mean, it was a dream. I'm a teenager. You're a god-knows-how-old dude. Plus, you've got Satine. And I have…wait, nobody." SHUT UP! my mind was screaming. What is the matter with you?
4
5 My mind was my best asset; even I had to admit I was pretty smart sometimes. It was also my worst asset. I couldn't say anything without criticizing myself. Gosh.
6
7 He's right, you know, an annoying little voice was saying. I wasn't nutty or anything. I didn't believe that the voice of Colonel Sanders was speaking to me or anything like that. I just happened to have a rather persistent conscience. A lot of people do.
8
9 "That is true," Christian said, not really listening my little rambling problem.
10
11 "Why are we even talking about this? IT WAS JUST A DREAM!" I was saying it for my own benefit. I've had worse dreams about people I know, believe me. Have you ever dreamed that a giant carrot with red eyes and fangs was chasing your mother and you? Enough said.
Christian grabbed my shoulders and shook me. I was almost hyperventilating.
"Hold on!!! Just calm down…"he said soothingly. I blushed furiously, against my will. My conscience was kicking and screaming.
"Okay, I'm calm," I panted. I gave him a weak smile. Sheesh, he probably thought I was dopey now. But who's to say I wasn't? Arrrgh. "I'm perfectly sane," I softly whispered to myself.
All of a sudden the phone rang. Christian leapt up quickly and rushed over to it. He picked it up gingerly with two fingers.
"Hello?" Christian asked politely. "Yes, she's here. May I ask who is calling?" He held the receiver against his shoulder. "Ooh, it's your mom!" My heart plummeted into my stomach. No…
"Uh…okay. Fine," I said nervously and stood next to him, pulling the phone away from him gently.
"Mary?" I heard my mom's voice from the inside of the phone.
"Yeah, it's me," I said shyly.
"Who was that man on the phone?" Oh, no.
"Err, that was Christian," I said lamely.
"Is that the caretaker or what?" Mom asked, still not getting it.
"Don't get mad, but me and Trev have to stay here with these two people, a guy and a lady. The guy is Christian and the lady is Satine. Satine and Christian have traveled forward in time to go on vacation here. I swear, Mom. Trevor and Satine went to the movies. But don't worry," I explained. Mom gave a heavy sigh.
"Fine. But if he comes home robbed, I'll be angry at you, Mary. I thought you had more sense. I called to check up on you two. Uh oh, the spaghetti pot is bubbling over. Gotta go! Love you lots, have fun and BE SAFE." There was a click as mom hung up the phone. I sighed.
"My mother thinks I'm insane!" I called out to no one in particular.
"Is it my fault?" Christian asked from in the kitchen. I shook my head.
"No, she'd find something else that would make her think I'm a little loopy," I recalled glumly.
"Oh, that's sort of sad, Mary," he said, sitting down and handing me a cup of tea. I shrugged.
"Nah. It's sort of fun sometimes to freak people out. And she loves me anyway," I added, not to forget that part.
"All right," Christian said, and that was the end of the subject. But I wasn't so sure that he believed me. Or maybe I was just a little paranoid?
"Soooo," I said softly. "You make tea?"
"I have been known to fix a cup, a pretty good one too, if I do say so myself," Christian proclaimed proudly. I smiled at him. Just then, the door swung open.
"What took you so long?!" I asked Trevor as he and Satine walked through the door.
"Well, Spiderman was all sold out, so we went to see The Sum of All Fears, and then Satine wanted to play Mini-Golf," he said with a big smile. "And I went into the batting cage and broke a lamp, so they gave me this!" Trevor held up a stuffed blue gorilla. I gave him a sheepish smile.
"Uh…good for you," I said. As if on cue, Trev and I swung our heads over, to where Christian was coddling Satine. I rolled my eyes, as did Trevor.
Without a word I flopped onto the couch. After a few hours of understanding between Christian and I, would things just go back to the way they were?
I couldn't help but think so.
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Ah ha. It feels really good to get back to this fic.
Arrrgh! I'm suffering from Moulin Rouge withdrawal. I listen to the second sound track every single day. My family is ready to kill me whenever they hear the sentence "Guess who's a hottie? EWAN MCGREGOR!" Which happens a lot. I had a dream about Christian a few nights ago. Last night I had one about 'Friends.' While we were driving, I sat in the backseat with my brother and explained pretty much the whole plot of Moulin Rouge. HELP ME!
I'm suffering Ewan withdrawal too. :(
I have to find the will to carry on with the show. Whoo boy. Did you see that? IT'S GETTING WORSE!
Much Love,
Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: Honestly, people. I don't own Christian, Satine or anything else pertaining to Moulin Rouge. You can also say I own no candy, books, movies, TV shows, etc. Thank you very much.
A/N: Hey people! I've missed you! Right now, I'm staying in sunny…Washington DC. At the most expensive hotel I've ever set foot in (thank you, Priceline.com!). The shampoo alone is probably more expensive than the outfit I have on (insert sarcastic tone in the last statement.). I love this laptop! Thankies to my mom for buying it…
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Christian and I sat together on the sofa. It was very quite in the room, and my mind was a complete blank. On the TV, an animated cucumber was explaining boat safety. I rolled my eyes and sat back.
Before I knew it, Christian's hand was on mine. Time seemed to slow down immensely. He leaned in, and his lips fell upon mine. My mind shrieked. I gasped softly and struggled away.
"Son of a b-!" I began, but I was interrupted. The room was shaking violently.
"Mary! Mary!" A loud voice began chanting my name over and over again. But suddenly, Christian disappeared on the sofa next to me.
I found myself lying on the sofa, drool making a half-dry trail down my cheek. I looked up into Christian's half emerald, half-sapphire eyes. I blinked, and Christian stared at me as if I had a fork through my head.
"Mary, what is the matter with you??" Christian asked, seemingly having NO idea what my subconscious mind had dreamed up. "I tried to wake you up, and you shouted a couple of…objectionable words at me. Do girls your age always speak like this in the year 2002?"
My face flushed bright red. I flashed Christian a sheepish smile and prayed for my life. "Sure we do. As long as the parental units don't find out," I explained, amused. I saw his blank looks. "If mom and dad aren't within an ear shot, say whatever you want!" I said, as if giving him permission, like a mother telling her child he can buy an ice cream cone.
"Well, um, are you all right?" Christian asked. Oh god, I thought. This is it! The crap has hit the fan…
"Ah…I had a strange dream," I stammered, as if asking him if that was the right answer. He gave me a questioning stare.
"What kind of dream?" he prodded. Here we go again! I screeched in my brain.
The last time someone had inquired like that, I remembered exactly what had happened…
**~~~**~~~**
"Well?!" Trev was shouting.
"There's nothing to tell!" I squealed back, clearly avoiding the situation.
"Come on, is, just TELL ME!" The veins were practically popping out of his forehead. "Who do you like? Just admit it, or Clowny gets it!" My eyes bugged out of my head. Not Clowny! He was the stuffed clown I had had since I was a baby.
"Fine! Fine!" I sighed, it was no use! "I like…Drew." So now, it was out in the open. Sheesh…
*~**~**~**~*
Christian was snapping his fingers in my face. I shivered at the memory. It seemed ridiculously stupid now. But it was bone chilling to me just to remember that that could have been considered the event that began the whole fiasco. But hey, I did it for Clowny!
2 "I cannot tell you," I said solemnly. Why couldn't he just back off!
"Mary. You can tell me anything! I told you about my mother and how much that traumatized my life. Come on!" Christian said seriously.
"You'd flip your lid, darling," I mused absently, even though it seemed to me that he wasn't the 'lid flipping' type. He knew it to, and tilted his head as he gave me a stare.
"Do it! Tell me!" he cried loudly, and I thought for a second that I heard a hint of hysteria in his voice. I sniffed gingerly.
"Fine, if you won't freak," I reluctantly agreed, the heat in my cheeks growing rapidly by the minute. He stared in that cute little way. Shut up! You don't like him, I mused to myself. Good lord, I didn't need a crush on him. I didn't believe in love.
"I dreamed you kissed me," I said, the words tumbling out at rapid fire. Christian smiled in a squishy, I'm-to-sweet-for-my-own-good sorta way. I scowled and folded my arms. "Say anything about that being cute, and you lose an eyeball."
"Was it a good dream?" he asked in a cocky tone that I had never heard from him. I gasped.
"I…uh…" I couldn't find my voice. "Err…I guess so. I mean, I have nothing to compare it to, so if it sucked, how would I be able to tell?" I admitted. "Well, anyone who would kiss me should be kicked in the throat!" Christian frowned and rushed over to sit by me.
"Don't you dare say that! You are sweet and wonderful!" Christian paused. "When you aren't mad." Way to ruin the moment, mister. I giggled softly and shoved him.
3 "I suppose it wasn't a bad dream. I mean, it was a dream. I'm a teenager. You're a god-knows-how-old dude. Plus, you've got Satine. And I have…wait, nobody." SHUT UP! my mind was screaming. What is the matter with you?
4
5 My mind was my best asset; even I had to admit I was pretty smart sometimes. It was also my worst asset. I couldn't say anything without criticizing myself. Gosh.
6
7 He's right, you know, an annoying little voice was saying. I wasn't nutty or anything. I didn't believe that the voice of Colonel Sanders was speaking to me or anything like that. I just happened to have a rather persistent conscience. A lot of people do.
8
9 "That is true," Christian said, not really listening my little rambling problem.
10
11 "Why are we even talking about this? IT WAS JUST A DREAM!" I was saying it for my own benefit. I've had worse dreams about people I know, believe me. Have you ever dreamed that a giant carrot with red eyes and fangs was chasing your mother and you? Enough said.
Christian grabbed my shoulders and shook me. I was almost hyperventilating.
"Hold on!!! Just calm down…"he said soothingly. I blushed furiously, against my will. My conscience was kicking and screaming.
"Okay, I'm calm," I panted. I gave him a weak smile. Sheesh, he probably thought I was dopey now. But who's to say I wasn't? Arrrgh. "I'm perfectly sane," I softly whispered to myself.
All of a sudden the phone rang. Christian leapt up quickly and rushed over to it. He picked it up gingerly with two fingers.
"Hello?" Christian asked politely. "Yes, she's here. May I ask who is calling?" He held the receiver against his shoulder. "Ooh, it's your mom!" My heart plummeted into my stomach. No…
"Uh…okay. Fine," I said nervously and stood next to him, pulling the phone away from him gently.
"Mary?" I heard my mom's voice from the inside of the phone.
"Yeah, it's me," I said shyly.
"Who was that man on the phone?" Oh, no.
"Err, that was Christian," I said lamely.
"Is that the caretaker or what?" Mom asked, still not getting it.
"Don't get mad, but me and Trev have to stay here with these two people, a guy and a lady. The guy is Christian and the lady is Satine. Satine and Christian have traveled forward in time to go on vacation here. I swear, Mom. Trevor and Satine went to the movies. But don't worry," I explained. Mom gave a heavy sigh.
"Fine. But if he comes home robbed, I'll be angry at you, Mary. I thought you had more sense. I called to check up on you two. Uh oh, the spaghetti pot is bubbling over. Gotta go! Love you lots, have fun and BE SAFE." There was a click as mom hung up the phone. I sighed.
"My mother thinks I'm insane!" I called out to no one in particular.
"Is it my fault?" Christian asked from in the kitchen. I shook my head.
"No, she'd find something else that would make her think I'm a little loopy," I recalled glumly.
"Oh, that's sort of sad, Mary," he said, sitting down and handing me a cup of tea. I shrugged.
"Nah. It's sort of fun sometimes to freak people out. And she loves me anyway," I added, not to forget that part.
"All right," Christian said, and that was the end of the subject. But I wasn't so sure that he believed me. Or maybe I was just a little paranoid?
"Soooo," I said softly. "You make tea?"
"I have been known to fix a cup, a pretty good one too, if I do say so myself," Christian proclaimed proudly. I smiled at him. Just then, the door swung open.
"What took you so long?!" I asked Trevor as he and Satine walked through the door.
"Well, Spiderman was all sold out, so we went to see The Sum of All Fears, and then Satine wanted to play Mini-Golf," he said with a big smile. "And I went into the batting cage and broke a lamp, so they gave me this!" Trevor held up a stuffed blue gorilla. I gave him a sheepish smile.
"Uh…good for you," I said. As if on cue, Trev and I swung our heads over, to where Christian was coddling Satine. I rolled my eyes, as did Trevor.
Without a word I flopped onto the couch. After a few hours of understanding between Christian and I, would things just go back to the way they were?
I couldn't help but think so.
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Ah ha. It feels really good to get back to this fic.
Arrrgh! I'm suffering from Moulin Rouge withdrawal. I listen to the second sound track every single day. My family is ready to kill me whenever they hear the sentence "Guess who's a hottie? EWAN MCGREGOR!" Which happens a lot. I had a dream about Christian a few nights ago. Last night I had one about 'Friends.' While we were driving, I sat in the backseat with my brother and explained pretty much the whole plot of Moulin Rouge. HELP ME!
I'm suffering Ewan withdrawal too. :(
I have to find the will to carry on with the show. Whoo boy. Did you see that? IT'S GETTING WORSE!
Much Love,
Skye Rocket