A/N: Sorry it took so long. Clever little me accedently deleted this chapter and i never saved it anywhere else so i had to start it over again. God im stupid! And to top it off i forgot most of it so i had BAD writers block.lol! Well heres the next chapter.
Chapter 5 The episode of the red scarf and the story of Little Lotte
Victoria had just finished tieing the bow on Christens blue and white dress. Christen hugged Victoria.
"Thank you Aunt Viccy!" Victoria smiled whilst tucking a stray strand of curly brown hair behind her ear.
"Thats alright my dear. Now go down to the kitchen. Your father need help with the picnic things." Then Cjristen remembered something. She forgot to tell Raoul about the picnics every Saturday on the beach. She scampered out of her room and into Raouls. Christen found Raoul still sleeping. Christen climbed onto the bed and started to shake Raoul by the shoulders.
"Raoul! Wake up! Please Raoul! Wake up!" Christen lightly shouted in his ear. Raoul stirred and then slowly opened his eyes. He gazed at Christen for a moment and then asked groggily,
"Christen... What are you doing?"
"Raoul get up! We're going on a picnic and we're leaving soon! Now get dressed! I'll be outside!" She got off the bed and ran outside, closing the door behind her. Raoul stared after her, dumbfounded.
Christen knocked on the door.
"Raoul! Hurry!" Christen heard scrurrying in the room.
"Just coming Christen!" He replyed and then opened the door. She grabbed his hand and took him running with her to the kitchen. When they arrived Gostove looked up and smiled.
"AH! There you two are! Come along! Get your coats and hats on!" They went out to the foyer were their hats and coats where. Victoria helped Christen with her bonnet and tied her red scarf around her neck. They all then left to walk to the beach.
Once they had arrived they picked a spot and set up the picnic. They sat down and enjoyed the beautiful veiw (and food). It was a fairly windy day. One gust of wind blew straight past christen and took her scarf with her. She cried out. Raoul got up and shouted "I'll get it!" He ran out into the sea, with everyone else chasing after him, but not going in the sea. Both boy and scarf finaly returned saturated in sea water. Victoria grabbed his arm and dragged him over to Gostove and Christen in a foul mood. Raoul handed Christen the sodden wet scarf and she gave him a quick gracious kiss on his cheek. They both blushed. Gostove and Victoria gave a swift glance at each over.
"What on earth where you thinking Raoul!" Victoria shouted furiously.
"I agree with your aunt. You could get ill!" Gostove added in a less angrier tone. Raoul just shrugged in reply.
"I think we should go. We need to get Raoul in some different clothes, before he catches his death!" And so they did.
At night that day, the only place you could find the four of them was in the living room. Gostove was sat in a worn armchair by the fire with Christen on his lap and Raoul at his feet. Victoria was sat in an armchair as well, near the right corner of the room knitting. Gostove decided to tell them the story of Little Lotte. Christen and Raoul listened intensely as he spoke.
"Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was as golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes. She wheeled her mother, was kind to her doll, took great care of her frock and her little red shoes and her fiddle, but most of all loved, when she went to sleep,to hear her angel of music."
Raoul looked up at the sleepy Christen. How she reminded him of Little Lotte. The only thing that was different was the appearance. But oh, how similar.
"Little Lotte, let her mind wonder. Little Lotte thought, 'Am i founder of dolls, or of goblins, or of riddles and frocks, or of chocolates?' 'No what I love best, Lotte said, 'Is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'"
'Yes. Thats who you are. Little Lotte. And you always will be.' Raoul thought to himself. There was a moment of silence and then Gostove started to play a beautiful harmonywhich bounced off the walls. The melody was so sweet that Christen and Raoul let the craft of sleep take over them.
A/N: DONE! Finally! Im sorry but i kinda rushed this chapter. Just want to add im now back to school and i have exams and course work to do, so the updates will have very big gaps between them. (hides phantom stuff so no one takes it) Amy...
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