OK!! Chapter 11!! Again, don't be disappointed. I don't have that much time to write anymore. I just got a job *sighs* and school is about to start up again on Monday! But I promise to update AT LEAST once a week, maybe more if I can. Review! And thank you Sarah, Amara, Ara, Crystal, and maroliza19 for reviewing (again for some of you!)
Did any of you watch the Muppets Christmas thing on Friday? They made fun of the Moulin Rouge!! They called it the Moulin Scrooge. Blasphemy, I tell you. They had Kermit as 'Christian' *shudders* and Ms. Piggy as Satine *gags*. Kinda funny, but didn't like the idea of making FUN of Moulin Rouge.
Satine decided, after an hour, to go and finally look for her son. She had sent him out to fetch groceries, which should have taken him half an hour, but he hadn't come back yet. She pulled on a coat and stepped out into the street, which was rapidly being covered by snow.
She trudged along on the path she had instructed Ryan to take, knowing that the boy was prone to get interested in other people and stray off into the cafes. Perhaps that was how he met Christian, she thought. Funny how fate should have Ryan meet Christian at all.
She shivered and wrapped her arms more tightly around her. "How did it get so cold so fast?" she asked herself. She passed up the Moulin Rouge, stopping for only a moment to look up at its crumbling form. She smiled sadly, then looked, out of habit, to the window that had been Christian's dwelling. To her surprise, the light was on, and the faint sound of tapping could be heard.
Satine frowned. Must be her mind playing tricks on her, she thought. She turned to walk away, but something drew her back to the window. She stared at it for a moment before deciding continue her search for her son. But something was different, and she vowed to come back soon to find out what it was.
Christian sighed and stood up from his chair. He had been typing for the last hour, and his fingers were beginning to ache. He stretched and went out to his balcony. He ignored the cold and leaned against the ballister, absent-mindedly rubbing the bandage that was still on his forehead.
"Paris looks beautiful tonight," he said to himself. "More beautiful than it has been in a long time." He laughed silently and shook his head. He looked at his watch; it was only five o'clock. He had plenty of time to run and get some coffee, which he desperatley needed right now. He grabbed his heavier coat and his hat and went out to find something to wake him up.
Ten minutes later, Christian stepped out of a local cafe with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. Many people around him were already working on getting drunk, but Christian didn't plan on ever doing that again. He had sworn off of drinking after his first book was published, telling himself that he didn't want to end up a washed-out drunkard of a writer.
He winced slightly as he tried to find a way to hold the cup without burning his hands. He also did this while walking, so he wasn't looking where he was going. He bumped into someone, and the steaming coffee spilt all over his hands.
He cursed loudly and waved his burning hands in a failing attempt to cool them. He looked up at the person he had run into to apologize, but found himself looking into a pair of familiar, bright, blue eyes.
"Christian!" Satine exclaimed, just as startled to see him as he was her. She looked at his hands and frowned. "I'm sorry. Here, let me help." Before he could protest, she grasped his arm and pulled him to the side of a building. She then dipped a piece of cloth into water still in a barrel and wrung it out. She gently grabbed his hands, then wrapped the cold cloth around them. "That should help."
He looked down as he muttered his thanks. Then he seemed to gather his courage and looked her in the eyes. "Thank you, Satine." He paused for a moment, as if unsure of something. "Would you like to sit with me and talk for a while?"
Satine smiled. "Sure, providing you don't get coffee."
He smiled back. "I haven't had any luck with coffee at all lately." He stepped back and stuck his elbow out. She grinned and stuck her arm through.
And so they walked, arm in arm.
Did any of you watch the Muppets Christmas thing on Friday? They made fun of the Moulin Rouge!! They called it the Moulin Scrooge. Blasphemy, I tell you. They had Kermit as 'Christian' *shudders* and Ms. Piggy as Satine *gags*. Kinda funny, but didn't like the idea of making FUN of Moulin Rouge.
Satine decided, after an hour, to go and finally look for her son. She had sent him out to fetch groceries, which should have taken him half an hour, but he hadn't come back yet. She pulled on a coat and stepped out into the street, which was rapidly being covered by snow.
She trudged along on the path she had instructed Ryan to take, knowing that the boy was prone to get interested in other people and stray off into the cafes. Perhaps that was how he met Christian, she thought. Funny how fate should have Ryan meet Christian at all.
She shivered and wrapped her arms more tightly around her. "How did it get so cold so fast?" she asked herself. She passed up the Moulin Rouge, stopping for only a moment to look up at its crumbling form. She smiled sadly, then looked, out of habit, to the window that had been Christian's dwelling. To her surprise, the light was on, and the faint sound of tapping could be heard.
Satine frowned. Must be her mind playing tricks on her, she thought. She turned to walk away, but something drew her back to the window. She stared at it for a moment before deciding continue her search for her son. But something was different, and she vowed to come back soon to find out what it was.
Christian sighed and stood up from his chair. He had been typing for the last hour, and his fingers were beginning to ache. He stretched and went out to his balcony. He ignored the cold and leaned against the ballister, absent-mindedly rubbing the bandage that was still on his forehead.
"Paris looks beautiful tonight," he said to himself. "More beautiful than it has been in a long time." He laughed silently and shook his head. He looked at his watch; it was only five o'clock. He had plenty of time to run and get some coffee, which he desperatley needed right now. He grabbed his heavier coat and his hat and went out to find something to wake him up.
Ten minutes later, Christian stepped out of a local cafe with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. Many people around him were already working on getting drunk, but Christian didn't plan on ever doing that again. He had sworn off of drinking after his first book was published, telling himself that he didn't want to end up a washed-out drunkard of a writer.
He winced slightly as he tried to find a way to hold the cup without burning his hands. He also did this while walking, so he wasn't looking where he was going. He bumped into someone, and the steaming coffee spilt all over his hands.
He cursed loudly and waved his burning hands in a failing attempt to cool them. He looked up at the person he had run into to apologize, but found himself looking into a pair of familiar, bright, blue eyes.
"Christian!" Satine exclaimed, just as startled to see him as he was her. She looked at his hands and frowned. "I'm sorry. Here, let me help." Before he could protest, she grasped his arm and pulled him to the side of a building. She then dipped a piece of cloth into water still in a barrel and wrung it out. She gently grabbed his hands, then wrapped the cold cloth around them. "That should help."
He looked down as he muttered his thanks. Then he seemed to gather his courage and looked her in the eyes. "Thank you, Satine." He paused for a moment, as if unsure of something. "Would you like to sit with me and talk for a while?"
Satine smiled. "Sure, providing you don't get coffee."
He smiled back. "I haven't had any luck with coffee at all lately." He stepped back and stuck his elbow out. She grinned and stuck her arm through.
And so they walked, arm in arm.