Disclaimer: This story is mine, the characters are Richard Curtis'. I'm not
making any money out of it, so don't sue. =P
Mark paced back and forth, glancing at the door in front of him every now and then. His left hand held a small portable radio, and there were cardboards under his right arm. Breathing deeply, he gathered up the courage, and pressed the doorbell.
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Juliet was snuggling up to Peter, watching MTV, which was at the moment broadcasting Billy's new song: Christmas is all around. She was about to comment on the video when the doorbell rang. She untangled herself from Peter's embrace, went down and opened the front door.
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Mark stared at her, aware that his throat was dry, something that always seemed to happen when Juliet was around. Thank goodness he was well- prepared this time.
"Oh, hi," Juliet greeted, obviously more than a little awkward. Juliet being Juliet, however, she gave him a smile.
"Who is it?" Peter yelled from upstairs.
Mark put his finger to his lips, signaling for Juliet to be silent. She raised her eyebrows, but kept quiet. Mark placed his radio gently on the ground, and revealed the first of many cardboards. On it, he had written in felt-pen "SAY IT'S CAROL SINGERS". Juliet hesitated for a brief moment, before shouting to Peter in reply.
"It's carol singers."
"Well, give them a quid and tell them to bugger off," Pete told her, and this time, both Mark and Juliet smiled at Pete's typical insensitivity. Mark pushed the button on his radio, and it started to play "Silent Night", carol singers version. It was obvious that he had done his homework. Juliet waited, in slight anticipation, her eyes twinkling in humor.
Mark took another deep breath, and revealed the rest of the cards. This was what was written.
WITH ANY LUCK BY NEXT YEAR
I'LL BE GOING OUT WITH ONE OF THESE GIRLS (He showed her several pictures of gorgeous magazine models)
Juliet gave a smile, the amusement showing on her near perfect features.
BUT FOR NOW, LET ME SAY
WITHOUT HOPE OR AGENDA
JUST BECAUSE IT'S CHRISTMAS
(AND AT CHRISTMAS YOU TELL THE TRUTH)
There was a slight pause as Mark took his time to reveal the next card.
TO ME, YOU ARE PERFECT
Juliet's smile dimmed, and she looked down momentarily, awkward. Mark continued.
AND MY WASTED HEART WILL LOVE YOU
UNTIL YOU LOOK LIKE THIS. . . (He held up a picture of a disgusting looking mummified corpse)
Juliet grinned, and shook her head slightly at the corniness of it all.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
She smiled. "Merry Christmas," she mouthed. She watched as he gave her thumbs-up, and taking his radio with him, left. She moved to the close the door, but stopped, and looked at Mark's departing silhouette. There was an unidentifiable feeling within her, an emotion that's familiar, and yet, she couldn't recognize it. Impulsively, she ran after him. Tapping his shoulders, Mark turned.
Juliet placed her hands gently on his face, and looked into his eyes, a little taken back by the intensity of his stare. Gently, they kissed. It wasn't long, or passionate, but to Mark, it was heaven. He smiled sadly, and walked away.
Softly, to himself, he spoke these words.
"Enough. Enough now." And then he continued walking, away from Juliet, the girl who had just unknowingly given him strength to continue his unspoken love for her.
A/N: Well? How was it? Review please. . . because it really means a lot.
Mark paced back and forth, glancing at the door in front of him every now and then. His left hand held a small portable radio, and there were cardboards under his right arm. Breathing deeply, he gathered up the courage, and pressed the doorbell.
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Juliet was snuggling up to Peter, watching MTV, which was at the moment broadcasting Billy's new song: Christmas is all around. She was about to comment on the video when the doorbell rang. She untangled herself from Peter's embrace, went down and opened the front door.
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Mark stared at her, aware that his throat was dry, something that always seemed to happen when Juliet was around. Thank goodness he was well- prepared this time.
"Oh, hi," Juliet greeted, obviously more than a little awkward. Juliet being Juliet, however, she gave him a smile.
"Who is it?" Peter yelled from upstairs.
Mark put his finger to his lips, signaling for Juliet to be silent. She raised her eyebrows, but kept quiet. Mark placed his radio gently on the ground, and revealed the first of many cardboards. On it, he had written in felt-pen "SAY IT'S CAROL SINGERS". Juliet hesitated for a brief moment, before shouting to Peter in reply.
"It's carol singers."
"Well, give them a quid and tell them to bugger off," Pete told her, and this time, both Mark and Juliet smiled at Pete's typical insensitivity. Mark pushed the button on his radio, and it started to play "Silent Night", carol singers version. It was obvious that he had done his homework. Juliet waited, in slight anticipation, her eyes twinkling in humor.
Mark took another deep breath, and revealed the rest of the cards. This was what was written.
WITH ANY LUCK BY NEXT YEAR
I'LL BE GOING OUT WITH ONE OF THESE GIRLS (He showed her several pictures of gorgeous magazine models)
Juliet gave a smile, the amusement showing on her near perfect features.
BUT FOR NOW, LET ME SAY
WITHOUT HOPE OR AGENDA
JUST BECAUSE IT'S CHRISTMAS
(AND AT CHRISTMAS YOU TELL THE TRUTH)
There was a slight pause as Mark took his time to reveal the next card.
TO ME, YOU ARE PERFECT
Juliet's smile dimmed, and she looked down momentarily, awkward. Mark continued.
AND MY WASTED HEART WILL LOVE YOU
UNTIL YOU LOOK LIKE THIS. . . (He held up a picture of a disgusting looking mummified corpse)
Juliet grinned, and shook her head slightly at the corniness of it all.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
She smiled. "Merry Christmas," she mouthed. She watched as he gave her thumbs-up, and taking his radio with him, left. She moved to the close the door, but stopped, and looked at Mark's departing silhouette. There was an unidentifiable feeling within her, an emotion that's familiar, and yet, she couldn't recognize it. Impulsively, she ran after him. Tapping his shoulders, Mark turned.
Juliet placed her hands gently on his face, and looked into his eyes, a little taken back by the intensity of his stare. Gently, they kissed. It wasn't long, or passionate, but to Mark, it was heaven. He smiled sadly, and walked away.
Softly, to himself, he spoke these words.
"Enough. Enough now." And then he continued walking, away from Juliet, the girl who had just unknowingly given him strength to continue his unspoken love for her.
A/N: Well? How was it? Review please. . . because it really means a lot.