*A Romantic Story With Mikel!* Part 3!

Kath Fri Dec 14, 2007 4:44 pm

ok, well i had some time today and i was a bit bored, so i thought why not write a little story?
so i did Razz

its only got one part, and you can change the names to suit you, your friends and your fave guy of D'NASH.
i hope you like it. smile

If your sitting comfortably, then i shall begin...

Christmas Eve.

I sat bolt up right in bed. What was that? It was now silent. It wasn’t a second ago. There it was again. What was moving downstairs? Maybe mum, putting out our presents? No it couldn’t be, I can hear her snoring. There it was again. No way could I go back to sleep now. My ears filled with silence. It was broken. Someone was coughing.
I silently slipped out of bed. I tip toed across the landing. Desperate not to be heard. I had to be as quite as a mouse when going down the stairs. I had to tread on specific places or otherwise the stairs would creak. I stopped at the entrance to the living room. There was the coughing again. I could hear the faint sound of someone struggling with something. The bastard was trying to steal our presents!
I grabbed the portable heater. It was surprisingly light, but if it came in contact with someone’s, I dunno, head, then it would leave a mark, that was for sure. I pushed open the door. It didn’t creak. Luckily.
I almost burst out laughing, with what I saw. Nearly blowing my cover.
Out of the chimney there were legs. Legs in tight red trousers. Skinny little legs. Reasonably muscular. It was these legs that were coughing. I don’t know why. Out chimney is perfectly clean. Except, I guess, from all the soot.
I put the heater down. Confused and not knowing what to do. I switched on the Christmas tree lights. Pretty. The coughing stopped. I heard a muffled “hello?”
I didn’t answer. I opened the blind, and sat on the large window sill. Next to the mince pies and whisky my brother had put out for Santa and the carrots for his Reindeer.
“Anybody there?” the voice said again. It was a man’s voice.
I didn’t answer. Maybe it would freak him out.
“Any one? If you are, please help me.” It said again.
Still, I didn’t answer.
This time the voice sounded sad and distressed.
“Please. I’m stuck, and I’m choking.”
I started to take pity on him. I went over.
“Hello. Who are you and what do you want? Tell me and I might pull you out.”
“I can’t speak. I’m choking.” He coughed violently.
For some reason I recognised the muffled voice but I couldn’t quite tell who it was.
A letter dropped into the ashes of the fire. It was a bit charred. I read it. It said.

“To Kath,
Just a little treat for a special friend. I worked hard to get it and it wasn’t easy. Appreciate it and enjoy every second. This is your payment for being a good friend.
Merry Christmas Bezzarrrr!
Love ya!
Alica
Xxx”

“What?” I said. “I don’t understand.”
“Get me down, and you will.”
I started to pull on the skinny little ankles, worried they would break.
“Breath in!” I said.
After a lot of pushing, pulling and prodding, a man about 5’10 lay in my fire place. He quickly jumped up, as the partially burnt logs hurt. I nearly screamed, but withheld it as mum wouldn’t be happy.
It was the man of my dreams. Even the dreams in my dreams. The one and only Spanish god. Mikel.
I didn’t know what to say. He was all dressed in red, kinda like Father Christmas.
I was quite literally shaking.
He sat me down on the windowsill. I took a swig of whisky. Santa wasn’t going to need it now.
“Do you want a carrot?” I asked shakily. Oh dear Lord! I was sat opposite Mikel and all I could say was do you want a carrot? Jeese woman! I thought.
“Yeah please, I love carrots.” He took one. The way he ate the carrot. Wow.
Once I got over the embarrassment of the carrot situation, we began to talk. It was just amazing.
“will you sing to me?”
“Ok… what would you like?”
“How about Más allá de todas las estrellas, since its Christmas?”
He began to serenade me, as he did so it began to snow. It was beautiful, so romantic. As he got to the chorus a star shot across the sky. I made a wish. “Please let us stay this way for ever.”