On Santa's lap - S01 E04

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On Santa's lap - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

Nik waited patiently as I continued to laugh, giving me a lift of his eyebrows as his lips drank from his cup and I leaned over kicking my heels off, "Are you serious? Like really Santa? The one in the North Pole?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Don't be silly, he's not real. No I just act like the one in the photos," and then my laughter dropped as I gave him a once over.

"That was you?" I nearly screeched, thankfully there was no one around us to complain about my high pitch voice, just the bird that flew away.

He winced, "Yeah I guess,"

My jaw dropped, "Bu-But-,"

"What, am I too sexy to be Santa?" he asked giving me a smirk, his green eyes twinkling.

"No you jerk, you slapped my arse"

"Oh yeah," he said his face going serious before he let out his own deep chuckle as I glared at him. There was nothing funny about being violated by Santa. Not at all, just made Christmas more annoying.

"I also know what your nephew wanted, cute, wait nephew right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I hissed taking up my own cup, the liquid had gone cold but it was still drinkable, "My brother's son,"

"Neat," He replied nodding, "But I couldn't help it. There you were so annoyed it was fun to see someone my age, besides, admit it, you loved sitting in my lap,"

I didn't reply, I let my angry face do the talking making him laugh, "Oh relax, it should be bad for your health all that being angry all the time,"

And I could have whined saying I wasn't angry, but I was, all the time. And I blame it on hormones. And stupid people around me.

I sighed, "That was not cool, please don't violate kids like that," I said drinking the last remaining drops. He gave me a playful nudge with his shoulder, "I save the violating only for you,"

Oh and that made it so much better. I shuddered remembering the moment he had audaciously pulled me into his lap, he had way too much fun. I knew there was something wrong the moment my hand touched his fake belly, which I couldn't help but give his stomach another glace.

Nope. No pot stomach sadly.

I sighed, "We should go home, don't you have a home to get too?" I asked. He shrugged, "No ones home just me, so I can go whenever,"

"Join the club," I added dryly, didn't I know all about it. Living alone had its pros and cons, but sometimes more cons.

"Sure, yours or mine," he joked winking and I rolled my eyes pulling my knees to my chest, resting my chin on that as my fingers massaged my toes.

"Please don't tell me you violate all the kids that come to the photo booth," because in that case I would be legally required to report him.

"Oh god no, but then again you aren't a child so I'm good,"

What was stopping me from kneeing him in the face and leaving? Nothing, well apart from laziness and the fact that I didn't want him to hit me back.

Because that would leave a number on my face and right now I wasn't in the financial position to get my face reconstructed.

"So tell me about yourself," that caught me off guard as I was placing my empty cup back down after draining the last watery drops. Man,I just wanted one damn person in this city to make me a proper hot chocolate that did not taste watery. Just one.

I raised my eyebrow as I turned to look at him. my chin going back to my spot on my knees, "Do we have to," I paused trying to find the word, "Have a conversation? Small talk ain't my thing mate,"

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"Well we can do other things," he said wriggling his eyebrows suggestively before yelling out, "I'm joking don't hit me,"

I shook my head sighing at him as he continued to laugh, not sure what he found so hilarious right now.

"So, what's your favourite colour,"

"Really now?"

"Oh come on, I want to know more about you," He said swaying to the side, like you would to your best friend to nudge them but the gap between us came too small and he pulled back before he could fully topple over.

"Why?"

"Why not, humans are fascinating people and I would like to know more about the homo sapien beside me,"

"Not everyone is interesting," I said silently hoping that my cup was still full, at least I could drink my time till he just gave up and left. I distracted myself on the view, the breeze that was picking up making the candy canes swing.

What would happen if one of those fell, preferably not on me though. Like I said, I don't have the money to really construct my face again.

Not that genetics gave me much in the first place, I wasn't fully displeased with what I had, whilst some colourful eyes would have been nice. I mean what was the point of making your hair and your eyes dark brown, I would never get the compliment, "Man your hair brings out your eyes," because they both look dead.

"I differ, I think everyone has a story, so what's your story Eve,"

"It hasn't been written yet," well apart from the heading, Evelyn and then it stopped because even I don't know where my story was heading.

Ask me this question roughly an year ago and I would have had a billion things to say to you but now I was struggling to come up with even one.

"I think I should go home," I said looking at the time on my phone, and the dying battery. I was in dire need of my phone charger.

"Well I think," He said as he got up, he lifted his arms over his head stretching, his white shirt blowing in the wind, how was he wearing two shirts without sweating? "You should give me your number,"

"I think not," I said as I grabbed my stuff standing up, oh great back into the heels my pained feet go.

"Aww, why not?" he bent down picking his jacket.

"I don't know you," not to point out it took most of my contacts a good solid month for me to give them my number. I just didn't find the point of having numbers in your contact list that you might just never use, and too awkward to text too.

What was the point of that?

Emergencies?

Well then I can go on facebook and ask someone else for their number, or message them there. I was more more easy with facebook than my personal number.

"Well I just tried to know you but your story sadly hasn't been written in," he said as he fell into step beside me, surprisingly keeping up to my fast pace.

Which was only because I wanted to kick these shoes off and have a sleep.

"What if we want to meet again?"

"Not going to happen," I replied as my phone made a noise, the noise no one ever wanted to hear, the noise that my phone battery was going to die.

"Are you sure about that?" he said as I recognised the street and not wanting him to follow me down I stopped, "Yes," I replied fishing out my keys.

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"How about I tell you this, you find me again in twenty-four hours, and I will give you my number,"

"Deal, shake on it,"

"You're not serious are you?" I asked as I saw his outstretched hand, he shrugged, "I didn't pick my nose or slap anyone's arse , you do not need to be afraid of germs,"

"So tell me again, why are you here?"

I looked up, my spoon stuck in my mouth as I was eating Rachel's chocolate ice-cream, I had to say it, she always had the best in her fridge,

"I was really bored," I replied.

"I thought you had work," she replied as she hopped onto the seat next to mine. I swallowed my mouthful before replying, "Yeah, but Ajith called me and asked for the extra shift last night, so I said sure,"

I didn't mind, at least I slept in till two in the afternoon, an amazing sleep before I woke up to the fire drill in the damn apartment. That was the only bad thing about living up cooped with another hundred or so people. Someone always set the fire alarm off.

At least it wasn't at some god forbidden time like all the other times.

And at the back of my mind I still remember what I told him, "24 hours," I smiled evily at my plan, Ajith had called me during my break so I already knew that I woudln't be at work so my dearest butt slapping stalker couldn't find me.

And spending all day cooped up in my cosy apartment, not a chance. Well Rachel's who lived across from me.

"This movie is boring,"

"Shhh, it's scary,"

I rolled my eyes, The Conjuring was not scary, especially when it was six in the afternoon and it was the Australian summer, which meant the sun wouldn't set for another two hours.

And it was fairly obvious when something was going to happen, it went eerie quiet int he movie before a long bang, or the opposite, the build up of music before deadpan silence. But I had to say, I loved watching Rachel jump and sometimes scream when something went wrong.

"Why would you do that, like why," I said shaking my head as I stabbed the spoon into the ice-cream tub, who needed bowls?

"It's like you are asking for it,"

I shook my head digging up some more ice-cream, how the ice-cream hadn't melted, was beyond me.

"What should we eat for dinner?" Rachel asked as the movie ended and she placed a chick flick in, she didn't want to go to bed with that as the last movie she watched. I shrugged, "Whatever," I said looking at the time.

I wasn't even too keen on dinner from the amount of popcorn and ice-cream we ate, sometimes together, sometimes not. Also the amount of soda was making my bladder tighten, I had lost count of how many times I went to pee.

"Should we just order pizza?" I asked as Rachel stretched in her chair.

"Believe it or not, I am sick of eating pizza,"

I gasped, "How can you be sick of eating pizza! There are like...so many different flavours you can get and the types of crust and the size, there is always something knew Rach!" I sat up ready to list them when she said "Ok, ok," and put her hands up.

"I've just been eating it all day for the past week," She said, "Working in a pizza restaurant makes you sick,"

Well I would love to switch jobs with her alright. But then again just imagine how much weight I would put on, a lot. I would probably be bigger than Santa himself.

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"Do you want me to make pasta or something?"

"This looks cooked,"

"Just a bit more," Rach said slapping my hand away and I groaned, I was starving. I guess you really could have two stomachs, one for dessert and one for other food.

"Five more minutes, I swear, I'll just heat up the sauce just go do something,"

I rolled my eyes as I backd out of the kitchen, "Okay, I'm just going to go into my apartment, going to change," I said.

There was nothing more comfortable than slipping into night wear, why was it not socially acceptable to walk around in your damn matching flannel pajamas? But since mine were all in the wash I settled for a long red top, which could be mistaken for a dress. It reached my mid thighs, had a fancy pattern.

It was initially a top you wore outside to parties on leggings, but since I didn't go to any parties, it because in my unwanted clothes section which were my pajamas.

I realised that the hay stack on top of my head was calling for me, also known as hair that has not been brushed for a day and I was not looking forward to it.

But just think Evelyn, you comb it, then you don't need to touch it for another day. That was my inner motivation as I ran the comb through my hair as profanities ran out my mouth before I finally shoved it in a braid.

"I hate being a girl," I told my reflection before throwing the comb on the table and walking out of my apartment, but the smell in the air made me pause as I locked my door.

"What is that awfu-," I asked as I opened Rachel's door, just as the fire alarm went off.

"Are you cold, do you need another blanket,"

"I am fine," I said out of gritted teeth, while shivering. I was drenched, from top to toe. Whoever told you that those tiny sprinklers wouldn't get you wet, was wrong. I hadn't expecting something so small to shoot out nearly a litre of water in the first thirty seconds, making me drenched as we ran down the stairs.

"I cannot believe you burnt out dinner," I said as Rachel and I sat downstairs, with the other people in our apartments glaring at us. Usually that was me glaring at someone else, and now I realised what it felt like to be on the opposing end.

"I didn't know that the sauce would catch on fire!"

"This is why I said I'll make it," I said shaking my head, of course Rach wants to learn how to make pasta today when she's always kept away from it before.

"Okay it's safe to go back inside everyone," the firefighter called out. Well no shit mate.

We had put out the flame, that was small, but it was "regulations," that they go and check. Usually the alarm would come on and everyone was evacuated, but because the sauce actually caught on flames the water came out no doubt drenching her flat.

'"Where are you going?"

"To get food," I groaned wrapping the orange blanket around me tighter, surely the firefighters aren't going to wrestle that off me, I was a hungry woman. Never get in the way of a female and her food, or her chocolate stash.

"But we don't have our money or anything with us,"

Fair point, it made me pause for only the smallest of seconds, "Let's go to Bens,"

Bens was a small Mexican restaurant down the road, more casual restaurant, for some reason it lacked customers whilst the food was better than any seven star restaurant. I guess it didn't look to fancy from the outside.

I was a regular patron there, so regular they had me on tab.

It was empty as usual, just a couple in the corner as we walked in.

"Well, look what the cat brought in,"

I stopped frowning as I looked over my shoulder at Lee, their worst waiter and reached over slapping his head, hard, "Lee you are never going to get customers if you treat them that way," I snapped as I walked to the counter.

"I only treat you like that darling,"

Lies, he was the worst waiter, but also Ben's son.

"Hey Ben," I called out as the man rushed over, "What happened to you?" he asked with a faint Italian accent. There was nothing more confusing than an Japanese family speaking fluent Italian and owned a Mexican restaurant.

"Rachel tries to cook,"

"No I just-," Ben put his hand up silencing her, "Say no more darling, say no more, so what can I get you ladies? Your usual?"

I was just about to nod when I changed my mind, "Can I get Nachos today Ben?" I just felt like the Mexican sauces, black beans with guacamole and crisp chips with melted cheese over the top. My stomach rolled.

"Anytime,"

"Just put it onto the tab," I nodded as I sat down on the table grabbing the menu which I didn't need since I pretty much know it by heart.

It wasn't too long before Lee dumped the take away parcel on our table, "There,"

I shook my head getting up, "Stay in school Lee," I said as I watched the teenager walk off back to the kitchens.

I sighed at the beautiful smells coming out.

"Are we going back?"

'Yep, because I want to eat in my bed watching a new episode of Suits," I said. There was nothing better than a good suit with Nachos.

I opened the door nearly falling backward not realising someone was walking in, "Jesus," I muttered stabling my parcel.

"Christ," the voice replied and I looked up, it sounded familiar.

"Oh great," I muttered locking eyes with bright green ones, "What?" I asked confused.

"It's Jesus Christ, so are you trying to make a fashion statement or something?" he asked as his eyes went from my head to my toe and back, three times.

"Shut up," I muttered trying to squish past him when he blocked me, "Don't you remember our little agreement my elf?"

Well crap Eve. I looked up at Nik, he was still wearing his stupid Santa hat which irked me and I sighed, "This is not my night," I muttered as Rachel looked between us confused.

"You mean," Nik said leaning against the wall and clearing his throat, " this is Nacho night,"