Jane Cross
Friday 25, December 2009
05:08 Hours
Avatar City, New Mexico
Jane felt a little drowsy after having woken up so early. Somehow, she felt like today might pose a bit of a challenge, and her feeling turned into certainty when she heard a loud crash downstairs, which could only mean Beatrix was down there. Jane chuckled lightly and walked to the bathroom, where she performed her morning routine. Soon, she walked out, her long, wavy hair messy after towel-drying it. She had pulled on an old, oversized Linkin Park shirt her boyfriend, Joshua, had given her as a gift and shorts Beatrix herself had helped pick, so clearly it had the Amazing Spider-Man's logo in almost everywhere. Though totally missmatched, these were her favorite pieces of clpthing, and always wore them when just lounging around the house. With a yawn and placing her towel around her neck, Jane made for the stairs, when a eleven-year-old Greg pounded onto her path and said:
"The boss says Santa fell unconcious after being pounded in the head with a baseball bat." The boss was, Jane assumed, Beatrix. "So you need to stay up here until the mess is cleaned up and everything is ready."
Knowing that Beatrix would kill her of she (Jane) dared to go downstairs before time, she spun right around and retreated into her room. Looking around, her room could have easily passed for a guy's room. The walls were invisible under posters from different bands, such as Disturbed; AC/DC; and My Chemical Romance, while the contents of her hamper were, literally, scattered across the room's floor, clothes that could actually pass for men's clothing, in fact. A DBZ shirt hung from the ceiling fan; a Death-Note shirt with Kira on it was half-falling out the window; and her musical instruments were burried under assorted clothes. Her Converse were dirty and laying by the door, next to an overflowing trash can. Her bed was decorated by a blanket her mother made, which was divided in patches, each for a different Anime; Manga; TV Series or book series she became a fan of. She even had replicas of different weapons from lots of different Anime hanging from anywhere they could hang. Even though her room was a mess, she knew exactly where everything is, which is why she could easily dive into an extra-large pile of unused dresses and emerge holding her notebook.
This notebook wasn't just any old notebook. It contained her songs; thoughts; and poems, but most importantly, it contained her reports. Whenever something interesting happened, Jane would create a report and write it here, as if it were her newspaper or magazine, and only Joshua was allowed to see this most prized treasure. Today, she began to write a poem she might eventually turn into a song.
Today is Christmas Day,
And my parents are gone.
I honestly wish they would stay,
for once, but that's just dumb.
They are always here and there,
Working all day long, and I sit here, hoping they return.
Her eyes began to water when Greg walked in. He smirked and gestured her to follow, and so she did, her sorrow from before vanishing at the expectation of what Bea had prepared for her. The walk down the stairs was suspenseful, but when she reached the landing, her heart felt like it was going to explode. The house's chimney, which was for decoration, had a TV stuffed into it and was now playing a video of a crackling fire. A steampunk tree that wasn't there the night before stood besides the fake fire, it's branches pipes and it's leaves little multi-colored hairs. At the top was a TARDIS with it's door half-opened, from which emerged a silver path spiraling down to the bottom. Down the silver path, at random intervals, was a tiny plushie of a Doctor, starting from The First Doctor, leading to the bottom, where Joshua sat, dressed in a suit and a trench-coat. Jane was completely speechless, unable to say a single word, as Joshua stood and walked to her.
"Jane. I have but one Heart. I can't offer you time and space. I can't give you eternity as a Time Lord you so love. But I can; want; and will love you as if I had two hearts. Offer you what I have as if I had all of time and space. And I can give you a present that will last forever." He was looking into her eyes as he said: "Sure, we're young, and the army's waiting for me, while a long life awaits you. But I still wanted to ask you, before I go..." He proceeded to bend a knee. She gasped in surprise as he pulled a tiny box from his pocket and, opening it, revealed a plastic One Ring: "Would you be my companion?"
She never replied, for as hee finshe talking she tossed herself at him and gave him a long, loving kiss, tears of pure happiness flowed freely from her eyes, because she knew he wasn't into anything remotedly similar to fandoms. He didn't watch Doctor Who; or read Lord of the Ring, but still showed her he didn't mind. That meant a lot more to her than the whole thing. She might have never verbalized her 'yes', but he knew he had achieved his purpose.
Later on that day, Greg; Joshua; Beatrix; and Jane opened their presents. Joshua got a Swiss Army Knife from Beatrix, and she promised she didn't steal that one; got the complete collection of Harry Potter movies from Jane because, like she said, 'once you watch them, you'll love them'; and he got a hoodie from Greg. Beatrix recieved a new lockpick from Joshua, who knew she broke her last one trying to sneak into the local police department (he might have helped a bit); a pair of glasses from Jane and a Three Musketeers from Greg. Jane got Joshua from Joshua and the steampunk tree (and it's decorations) as a gift from Bea; while Greg got her nothing. Greg got Joshua's old combat boots; a camera from Jane; and a strange box from Bea. 'it's pretty, I guess', he commented. That night, as Greg slept, he began to hear an odd cackle. He sat up, then saw the box Bea gave him slowly open and watched the Jack-In-The-Box slowly emerge as the cackling laugh grew louder. When the Jack-In-The-Box was completely visible, Beatrix jumped out of his closet dressed like a clown and shrieked. Ever since then, Greg disliked Christmas; Clowns; and Beatrix.
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