Here is the start of something good! *Trumpet Sounds* Viola! Here we go!
As Christine walked up to Erik's door with her gift wrapped, she couldn't help but feel nervous. 'This is our last lesson before Christmas. I hope he likes it...' She thought before lightly rapping on the door. About a minute later she opened the door and she stepped through and into Erik's kitchen. "Erik?" She called, normally he was either at his Piano composing, or here in the kitchen to greet her. He was always here. 'How Strange...' She thought as she set down her present on the kitchen table, which was cluttered with various objects, mostly consisting of Manuscript Paper, pencils, and the occasional dirty plate with some leftover food still on it. Sighing Christine cleared off all of the dishes that were left on the table and put them in the sink.
"Erik?" She called again, starting to worry slightly, he was never gone like this, there wasn't even a sound in the house. 'Maybe he's up in his room still.' She murmured before going over to the Piano. It was open, and since nobody was currently occupying the Grand Piano, I couldn't resist sitting down and pressing down on the ivory keys.
Pure simple bliss filled me when I heard the beautifully tuned piano notes flow as I started to play an old song I used to sing to Erik when we were younger. 'Friends forever...' His voice rings in her head. She smiled, after all these years, they still managed to keep their friendship going. As she thought about these things more and more, including her feelings for him, she mindlessly played as her thoughts overtook her mind.
She didn't notice the door open and close, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Yelping she jumped away from the Piano, and blindly smacked whoever touched her. Well... Turns out she slapped Erik in the face and it wasn't exactly pleasant. "Christine!" He yelled, "What are you doing?!" Christine's face flushed red. 'Idiot! You slapped him!' Her mind screamed at her.
"Erik! I'm sorry!" She gasped as she gently touched his cheek, which was turning a pinkish red from the impact. He looked at her warily, "Christine... Are you okay? Why did you come so early? I was out picking something up. I wasn't expecting you for another half an hour!" He said. Christine's mind raced, 'A half hour early?! What?! Was I really so disoriented that I didn't focus on the time?!' She thought as she tried to think of something to say.
"Well... I thought that I would come a little bit early so... I could give you, you're Christmas present!" She said quickly while gesturing lamely to the wrapped package still lying on his table. Erik's eyes looked over at the present, he smiled, but then his smile soon faded. "What's wrong?!" Christine asked, obviously worried that something was wrong with it. "I-It's lovely Christine... I just feel bad because I haven't really gotten you anything... Unless..." He said with a playful smirk before pulling out a smaller package.
Christine's eyes widened, "Oh Erik! You didn't have to get me anything!" She said, but Erik just shook his head and pressed the mysterious package in her hands. "Remember though. We can't open them until Christmas morning!" He teased. Rolling her eyes playfully she punched him in the shoulder, "Shouldn't we get into our lesson now?" She said while laughing, Erik's eyes glittered with a playful light, something rare for him. "Oh alright little Miss. Christine." He said before sitting down at the piano. "Now, let's warm you up!" He said cheerfully, possibly because Christine actually touched his cheek. Even if she did slap him in the process.
Their lesson lasted longer than what they thought it would. Erik glanced down at his watch, "Oh my gosh! Two hours have passed! Time just got away from me, my apologies." He said while getting up. Christine tried not to look too disappointed, and thankfully Erik didn't notice. 'He seems to have a lot on his mind...' She thought as she gazed out the window. "Oh Erik! Look it's snowing!" She said excitedly, with a childlike fascination. Erik was banging around in the kitchen and paused momentarily to look out the window. "Oh, I guess it is... Um... Christine... Can I ask you something?" He asked shyly.
Christine turned around artfully, her long chocolate curls swirling out and around and then coming to rest against her waist again. Just watching that made Erik's heart flutter. "Would... Would you like to stay for dinner?" He asked quickly, bracing himself for rejection. But instead he was greeted with a hearty laugh, "Of course Erik! I would love to! Since I won't be seeing you for a few days..." Christine said, she could feel the blood rushing to her face.
"Alright, how do you feel about pasta and some salad?" He asked, chuckling at her expression. "Yes... Pasta sounds excellent!" Christine said smiling happily. 'Good, now you don't sound like a complete idiot.' She thought. "Erik... What are you doing for Christmas this year?" She asked while she watched Erik bring out a pot and fill it with water for the pasta. He hesitated, "I'm... Not sure..." He said hesitantly, "I guess I'm just staying home this year." Christine felt a mixture of different feelings, happiness and yet a little bit of sadness, because she felt bad about his family issues...
"Well... Would you want to spend Christmas with me maybe?" She asked shyly, avoiding his intense azure gaze. But instead of a rejection she got laughter. "What so funny?!" She demanded. Erik couldn't help but smile, she was just too darn cute sometimes. "Nothing... Ha ha ha... It's just funny... But yes, I would love to spend Christmas with you." He grinned. Christine returned the smile generously. "Alright, I think it will be fun! I'm going over to my Fathers in the morning but in the afternoon I can come here." She said.
Erik couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He didn't really have any family he could to and spend time with and have a good time. He pushed those feelings aside, 'Don't think that way!' He chided himself. 'Be grateful that she even asked to spend Christmas with you!' His thoughts were slightly foggy, he always liked her, but now it felt... Different... His feelings, deeper, stronger, more defined than before. "Alright... Let's get cooking! Cause I don't know about you, but I'm hungry!" Christine said while rubbing her hands together and smiling cheerfully. He chuckled once more, "Alright Christine... As you wish." He said before adding the pasta noodles into the boiling hot water on the stove.
"Wow! Erik, this is so good!" Christine exclaimed as she took her first bite of the elegant looking food in front of her. "It's funny that this is just pasta!" She giggled. Erik smiled, 'Wow... How did she get so incredibly beautiful?' He thought as he gazed at her. She caught his gaze and held it, before breaking away and blushing fiercely. Her chocolate brown hair looked so soft and silky in the light... He wanted to reach over a touch her soft spiral curls, but he stopped himself before he made a mistake that he would regret. "Yes, but this pasta is a very special recipe. So of course it's going to be different than your regular old pasta Chrissy!" He said playfully.
"Oh Erik." Christine said, but she kept her eyes lowered, her heart was racing! But, why?! When she finally finished her dinner she put her plate into the sink and Erik soon followed. "Want some help with the dishes?" She asked. Erik's heart felt like it was going to burst, why was she so nice? 'God...' He thought as he nodded his head and gave her a small, shy smile.
Christine returned it, she always liked his very rare smiles. They always seemed to make her feel better about herself and her life. 'Erik has always been there for me, I think now it's my turn...' She thought as she started to load up the dishwasher with all the dirty dishes that were stack high in the sink. "Dear Lord Erik! When was the last time that you washed you're dishes?!" Christine asked while she put the dish detergent into the little slot for it, closing it, and standing back up.
"Sorry, I just get really busy with my work that I sometimes don't have enough time to wash my dishes. Due to fatigue, and other matters." Erik explained. Christine rolled her eyes, "Your always busy Erik! Is there something going on?" She asked. At this Erik became slightly panicked. He didn't know what to do. "No, why?" He managed to get out, hoping and praying that Christine didn't notice his uneasiness.
Christine shrugged, "Oh, I don't know... But, thanks for dinner!" She said before grabbing her car keys and walking to the front door, closely followed by Erik who was thinking of ways to make her stay longer. 'Please God... Just give me a chance...' He thought as he grabbed her arm. "Yes?" Christine asked, regarding Erik with surprised eyes as his grip loosened on her forearm. "I'm sorry Christine... It's just that..." He looked out the window, and thank the Lord! There was an excuse, it may have not been a good excuse, but an excuse. "It's snowing pretty heavily out there... And I don't know if you should be driving..." He said quickly, he couldn't help but get lost in her eyes.
Christine's head snapped towards the window, and indeed there was a small blizzard taking place. "Yeah... Your right, I should probably wait until later, but at night it's not very safe either.. And I don't have anywhere to stay for the night either." She sighed, exasperated. Erik couldn't help but laugh at her pout, "Christine... Christine... Silly Christine... You can stay here if you want!" He said amused. Christine looked at him wide-eyed. "Oh Erik! You don't have to!" She exclaimed, but was silenced by him. "Christine, you are my best friend, of course you can stay here. I'll just sleep on the couch tonight." He confirmed.
Christine couldn't help but feel extremely grateful to her childhood friend. "Yes... I wouldn't mind, but I can take the couch if you-" She was cut off by Erik, "No Christine, you can have to bed. Seriously." He said. She shrugged, "Okay, whatever pleases you Erik." She said before plopping her keys onto the table and went to go sit down on the couch, "Hey, do you want to watch a movie?" She called to him as she surfed through the regular movie channels. "Uh, sure, be there in a minute." He said as he made his way over to the living room. 'Things may just be looking up for me.' He thought as he glanced out at the snow storm. 'Thank you God.' He thought as he took a seat next to Christine on the couch.
Okay, so sorry that I haven't updated! I am fighting some really bad writer's block... So yeah... This chapter alone took me three days to write because of school and my studies. So sorry! I will try to update soon! And it's just I feel awful for not updating! Anyways, please forgive me, I'm also getting over Pneumonia. So yeah. Please read and review! Thanks! :)