Sour Lullaby He hates the holidays, especially Christmas. She's completely over her head and out of her element at this party.
A crash, a messy kitchen, and their worlds collided. This is the tale of how Jack met Sally. Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: A Macabre Christmas Romance - Summary: He hates the holidays. She's completely out of her element. It belongs to Tim Burton. This is Sukidayo's really belated Christmas present according to a challenge she sent to me. I started writing it after watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, and so I decided to do a spin-off from the characters.
That's why there's a lot of obvious references to the movie. Kudos to anyone who can pick up all of my references!
There are also some major differences too, so don't worry. However, if you've never seen the movie before which I thoroughly recommend , don't be put off because you can still read and enjoy it.
All day I'd been trying to shake off this feeling, this premonition I had about being here. But once I saw him, I knew. The minute I walked into the room, my eyes instantly found the one dark figure in a room full of jovial reds and greens.
Even in the beginning, I could not deny the attraction or was it just morbid curiosity? Never had such a sullen creature called to me like this before. I had to find out who this person was. The tall, foreboding figure leaned back against the wall, his arms folded tightly across his chest. He wore black jeans and a black-and-white striped hoodie, the hood currently up and casting his facial features into dark shadows. I could only see sharp cheekbones, and pale lips pulled back into a thin line.
Blinking, the figure turned his head and stared right at me. Bright cerulean eyes gleamed wickedly at me in the darkness. Now, I knew it was surely none of my business what he was doing here, but a part of me wanted to know if this guy was a part of the family here, or if he was an outsider. As for me, I had been invited by my roommate, Jill, to stay with her for the holidays. Maybe this sullen creature was also a visitor and had no one else to talk to.
Suddenly caught off-guard, I was nearly thrown to the ground when a jostling couple tried to pass through the swarm of people. When I finally recovered myself, the guy was gone. How had he disappeared so quickly? My eyes strained to find him, but my search was in vain. Where had he gone? Hesitantly, I walked over to where the guy had been standing, and found the entrance to the hallway that led to the back kitchens.
There was a collective cheer from the room and a flurry of movement behind me as I tried to sneak away. Better get in the front of the line! Panicking, I shook my head and broke free of her grasp.
The combination of alcohol and her cheap perfume had me gagging in her presence. To me, Christmas was a quiet, peaceful time where family could give gifts and sit around the fire sharing stories. It was a time for reading in front of the fireplace and enjoying snowbound days without the stress of schoolwork. However, this seemed quite different here. Jill's family, I decided, had gone a little overboard with the Christmas cheer. I mean, Crazy Christmas Limbo? What the hell was that all about?
Jill let out a sigh of relief, and strained to keep a hold of the dishes in her arms. Will you be a doll and help me carry the food from the kitchens? I need to get everything out there as soon as possible — Limbo only lasts so long, and I'd rather not let Uncle Lee throw out his back again like last year. I'd be glad to help," I said, thankful to have an excuse not to play limbo.
Jill's weary blue eyes brightened in relief. Go ahead and grab the appetizers from the kitchen. I'll be right behind you. I was once again alone in the dimly lit hallway, left to my own devices to find the kitchen. However, I could not complain: The party in the living room was way too stifling for my antisocial self.
As I meandered my way through the corridor, I thought about how different Jill and I were — she was bright and bubbly, a social butterfly. I preferred to spend most of my time alone in the dorm room reading. It was odd, really, that we got along so well; I had been shocked when she'd invited me to stay with her over the holidays.
She constantly told me that I'd get along with her brother better, though I'd never seen a picture of him or met him any time. I supposed I would meet him sometime tonight, seeing as I was now a guest in their house. Turning the corner in the hall, I caught the scent of baking foods, and I began to follow the intoxicating aroma.
My stomach grumbled — at least we would be eating soon, and then I could enjoy this night a little more. A sudden, deafening clatter rang loudly through the hallway, the sound of metal and ceramics crashing onto the floor, and the noise seemed to have come from the only door I had yet to pass — the kitchen. I winced at the sound, visibly flinching. What had just happened? Oh so cautiously, I approached the door, afraid of what I might find.
The entire room was in disarray: In the corner of my eye, I saw the holiday ham being dragged through the pet flap door by a large dalmatian. Paw prints tracked everywhere through the food on the ground. And, in the middle of this war zone, stood the same sullen figure that first caught my attention this evening.
Hello," he said quite casually, as if he wasn't standing in the midst of this wreck. It seemed like I wouldn't need to carry any of the food back out. An awkward silence passed, in which I took the time to study this guy. The hood to his jacket was down now, revealing a head of obnoxious orange hair, the color contrasting with those blue eyes even more.
I wanted to know if it was dyed, or if hair could actually be thatorange, but I decided that would probably be rude to ask. I could already feel those cerulean eyes closely scrutinizing me, and I self-consciously tucked a strand of raven hair behind my ear.
My gaze fell down towards the mess on the floor again. As he spoke, he carefully made his way around a pile of mashed sweet potatoes without treading on anything else. Once he was within a foot of me, I realized how tall he was — he easily towered over me at around six foot five, compared to my 5'4". Being this close to him was slightly more than intimidated, and I bit my bottom lip nervously. Brushing some of the wild hair out of his face, he then extended his hand to me.
Something about his demeanor was really throwing me off guard. Or maybe I just didn't like the way those blue eyes were affecting me. You don't look like you have any intentions of telling on me or anything.
I wondered why he would possibly do something as destructive and cruel as ruining the entire family dinner. Jack grinned, a flash of straight white teeth, and I was momentarily surprised. I didn't expect him to grin at me; he didn't come across as the smiling type. A glint of silver caught the light and I saw he was holding the end of a dog leash in his left hand.
My eyebrows rose in suspicion. When he noticed what I was staring at, he smirked and swung the leash around in lazy circles.
I smiled, starting to understand Jack a little more now. Nudging an upturned broccoli casserole out of the way, I took a step closer to him and leaned against the counter.. There's still plenty more to go. While the family's traditions seemed cute and enjoyable, it just wasn't my type of thing, and I guessed it was the same for Jack.
You seem to get it. It didn't really matter anymore that the evening dinner was scattered all over the floor or that cranberry sauce was covering my shoe. It didn't matter that Jack was still holding the dog leash and that any second someone could burst in and find us in the middle of this mess.
There was a stillness, a connection. Two similar souls surrounded by chaos.