through the monsoon " christian

[aimee cole]

i'm staring at a broken door,
there's nothing left here anymore.
my room is cold,
it's making me insane.

Finishing off a quick reply to Christian over aol instant messenger, she said her 'see you soon' and signed off, and then completed the task of shutting down her laptop. Removing her dear Angelica from her lap, only to hold her gently to her chest as she started to cry. "Angelica, sweety, hush. Uncle Christian is coming over soon, we don't want you being all weepy around him do we?" Wiping the tears streaming down her daughters face with her thumb, she let out a quiet sigh as she stood to walk away from the desk in the living room to go to her room and get changed out of her pyjamas. Gently rubbing Angelica's back she entered her room, closing the door with a kick before placing her four year old on her double bed and kissing her forehead. "Don't move, you. I'm just gonna get changed." Opening her small wardrobe she picked out an outfit, consisting of a white tee-shirt with four baby blue hearts printed in a line over the chest, a matching blue zip-up hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants. She didn't feel the need for dressing up around Christian, he'd seen her at her best and at her worst so it was all good having a lazy day.


Changing quickly, she discarded her pyjamas in the wicker laundry basket before laying down beside Angelica who'd stopped crying by now. Her fingers ran up and down her sides, wiggling to tickle the small girl who started to squirm and giggle cutely.
"I love you sweety."
"Yaaaay." Angelica's quiet voice was sweet, quite like her mother's as it was soft, and kind natured. Seeming coated in a thin layer of sugar. Soon enough Angelica had been changed also- wearing her favourite pink, long sleeved, top and rose patterned bottoms. With Angelica in her arms once again she left her room to go downstairs and wait for Christian. He'd probably be late, especially since he had a girl from a one night stand over at his place. Not that Aimee would be particularily bothered, well maybe she was a little by the fact he had a new girl every night in his bed. Jealousy? Probably. Turning on the tv, she curled up with her daughter her head propped on the arm of the sofa as she cruised through the TV channels, finally settling on sky one to watch a run of The Simpsons. That was always a good show to watch, both her and her kid liked it so it was all gravy.

ooc. it's pants, sorry. D:[/size]

[christian calhoun ,]

Christian signed off his IM and shut his laptop down as quietly as possible. He deftly manuevered himself out of the bed without making a sound and placed the laptop out of sight in a little closet. He quite valued his laptop and didn't fancy it getting torn up or looked through by an angry one night stand. Once that was done he straightened up and wandered out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He opened his cell phone and hit a speed dial. When a voice answered on the other line, Christian ordered his 'usual' and told them to bring it as fast as possible. He shut the phone and looked around. He was in his little cabin that was a little ways out from the actual town of Whistler. The only real purpose this place served was to house his one night stands. He had learned from past experiences that bringing them to his house was never a good idea, bad things could only come from it. So he purchased this cabin and began to use it, after a few small adjustments. One of those was a soundproof bedroom. This way he could get dressed and all that stuff without waking the girl, or sometimes girls, up. And that was a good idea he speculated as he stubbed his toe and began to curse rather loudly. But the girl would hear nothing. He swore once or twice more at the offending cabinet before going into his room and then the bathroom.

He came out fifteen minutes later, fully dressed. He had put on a tee that had a vintage look from D&G, with a dark wash pair of baggy Diesel jeans and then a favorite leather Armani jacket. He slipped on a pair of Prada loafers before going out into the kitchen. As he had requested, there was fresh brewed coffee and an assortment of pastries set out. Christian grabbed a pen and paper and wrote the familiar paragraph,

Hon,
Sorry but work called and I have to go in.
It was unexpected and if I could get out of it, I would have.
If it helps, I left you coffee and food so that you won't be hungry.
Give me a call later babe, last night was fantastic.

He signed his name and with a smirk was on his way. He grabbed a little case full off food and some coffee for Aimee and put a scone in his mouth before taking off. Another night, another girl satisfied, another crafty escape on his part. In five minutes he had pulled up to Aimee's house in his Range Rover. He got out and locked the car before grabbing the food and coffee he had brought. He made his way to the door and opened it up, saying,

Uncle Christian's here! With food of course.

[aimee cole]

i'm staring at a broken door,
there's nothing left here anymore.
my room is cold,
it's making me insane

_________

It was always great fun for Aimee to be curled up on the couch with Angelica in her arms watching cartoons and movies. More fun when she wasn't ill, but either way the bond between the two was seriously unbreakable. It was obvious to one and all who saw the pair together; though it was more normal to see Aimee at the bar downing drinks like there was no tomorrow. If there wasn't alcohol, or Angelica, in her life there wouldn't be a tomorrow for her and it was clear as day that alcohol was her life saver, and her best friend. Though I guess it would put her in an early grave rather than keep her alive. One couldn't help but wonder about her poor liver. It was probably half dead by now, swimming in a bath of alcohol that was topped up almost daily. Could you blame her though? You try living her life, you'd end up getting yourself into something self destructive, whether or not you had a kid to look after. The thing that sucked most was the fact she still lived with her mother and step-father because she didn't have a job apart from being forced into prostitution and having no way out of it. That and the fact she didn't get any money for it at all. Nope, every cent was put in the pockets of her uncle and step-father. Nice, right? Hah.

She heard the door open, and quickly snapped to attention bolting into an upright seated position with Angelica held tight to her small body. A sigh of relief came from her lips as Christian announced his arrival, and her belly growled quietly as he mentioned food. Aimee constantly forgot that Christian had his own key to the house.

Not that her mother approved as she was convinced he'd sneak in at night and take advantage of Aimee. Haha. Right. The worst thing was when her mother actually had a go at Christian for coming over once and just waltzing in. Aimee'd always remember that day, and the questions her mother fired at him. 'Who do you think you are? You best not be sleeping with my daughter!' 'You know she has a kid, right?' and the infamous 'have you had a STI test? Are you negative? You bloody better be!'

But right now her mind was more trained on food. Yes, food, that sounded good. Pushing herself up, and cradling her daughter she walked out of the lounge to greet Christian with a soft hug and a smile. "What kind of food, babe?" Drawing back from the hug, she turned Angelica around in her arms. Her smile widening as the four year old instantly held out her tiny arms to 'Uncle' Christian. Holding her daughter out carefully, she turned her head to let out a loud yawn. Having stayed up all night looking after Angelica, and hoping she'd sleep to no avail, she was pretty knackered.

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[christian calhoun ,]

Christian's mind wandered back to Aimee's mother too as he opened up the door. Aimee had given him a key on some occasion or another, he couldn't really remember. It wasn't like he ever used it when they weren't home, he just used it so Aimee wouldn't have to get up and get the door for him. He too remembered being attacked by Aimee's mother on one certain occasion. He had been barraged with questions on who he thought he was, what the hell he was doing there, if he planned on sleeping with Aimee or not and blah blah blah. And then she asked him if he had been STD tested. He had to grin thinking of that, it was so funny to him. Especially because the irony was that Aimee was one of the girls that Christian hadn't screwed. They had come close a few times, but for some reason they were always either interrupted or Christian had to stop. Something was just weird, and he couldn't figure it out. It was because she was different and Christian might actually like her. Still he told himself differently and brushed it off, telling himself it would happen soon.

He had to grin as Aimee's immediate reaction to his presence there was asking about the food. Typical Aimee and it amused him to no end which was probably why they got along as well as they did. Christian wasn't used to having very many close friends that were girls and this was mostly uncharted territory to him. He returned Aimee's affectionate hug. And being the playboy that he is, he gave her ass a playful little squeeze before backing up. He held out the bag of assorted pastries. There was everything from gourmet doughnuts to scones to bear claws in there. He nodded to it and motioned for her to take it,

Oh just about every breakfast food imaginable. And I brought coffee too.

With that all too enticing mischievous grin of his, he pushed the coffee cup filled with coffee in her direction. He had to smile warmly at cute little Anjelica. Her arms were stretched out to him and she was obviously waiting. Christian gave Aimee the food and coffee and eagerly picked Anjelica out of her arms. The kid was a little bit heavier than the last time he had seen either of them, but she didn't look as good. She was slightly pale and seemed sick, just as Aimee had said. He held her close to his chest and asked,

How ya feeling hon? Mommy tells me you're a little sick?

This kid did weird things to him. The last thing you would think of when you thought of Christian was kids. Well, him being a part of a kid's life. And yet here he was, being a good guy to sweet little Anjelica. Christian turned his thoughts to Aimee and said,

She's looking more and more like you everyday. Did you sleep at all Ames? You look like crap.

His last comment was in response to the yawn she had attempted to hide. And yes, the boy was rather blatant, but Aimee should know that by now and also know that he didn't mean any harm by it, he was just not so tactful at times.

[aimee cole]

i'm staring at a broken door,
there's nothing left here anymore.
my room is cold,
it's making me insane.

_________

Oh gosh, those times when the two had come close to having sex had been strange. She'd always wanted too, that was true- but Christian either stopped, or they had been interrupted. But maybe that was a good thing? I mean, they were good friends and it might've ruined it abit. And even though Angelica was far too young to understand, it could've been difficult for her. It had only been recently that she'd realised that Christian was just Aimee's friend rather than anything else. Aimee's heart could've died once when Angelica had called him 'Daddy,' that was when she was only two and when Christian and herself were always hanging out together, and most of the times Angelica had been there too. She had to literally walk out because she didn't know what to do, and she had hated it because she was scared when Angelica grew older she'd blame her for not having a father, and for never knowing who her real one was. Not that Aimee knew herself as it had been because one bad night with a client who decided to be a bit too rough, condom split and he never even told Aimee. But why should he? He'd only see her once, and he couldn't careless- just another dirty perv.

Smiling up at Christian as he hugged back, but when he playfully squeezed her arse she kicked him gently with a laugh as she stepped back. As he held the bag out to her, since she still had Angelica in her arms she took it from him with her teeth and stayed with the bag dangling there until he took her daughter into his own arms. Removing the bag from inside, she simply had to peer inside and at the sight of a doughnut she instantly took it from the bag and started eating it joyfully and at a fast pace. She really was hungry. Angelica giggled quietly as she clung to Christian, tilting her head the to side before her arms pulled at his bottom lip with childish glee. Even when ill she was always energetic around Aimee and Christian when they were together.

"Waaarm." Nodding her small head with a pout, her hands came away from his bottom lips and her tiny fingers clutched his top a quiet yawn coming from her lips. "Mummy tells truuuuuuth!"

Despite the mouthful of doughnut in her mouth, Aimee couldn't help but laugh- a hand covering her mouth however. (Just incase any doughnut decided to spray out, ahah.) Her free hand went to play with Aimee's curly hair, moving so she could lay her head against Christian's shoulder. "It's scary isn't it? I'm glad she looks like me." Blinking, she glanced up at him and pulled a face before shaking her head. "No. This little beast kept me up all night." Ruffling the browning hair of Angelica who simply giggled again before coughing and smiling goofily up at them both. "And thanks, Christian. But becareful incase Ange--" A pull at her shirt soon caught her attention, and stopped her sentence as he daughter quickly called out; "mummy looks like craaaap."

[christian calhoun ,]

Christian gladly accepted the little tot from Aimee. He had known both of them for quite a while and had gotten close to both, which was weird for him. And a little scary, though he would never admit that because, well, Christian Calhoun really didn't get scared. Or at least he wasn't supposed to. And was it not ironic that the thing that scared him was being close to someone? It made sense because of the twisted fantasy world in which he had grown up, but he still resented the fact. He puzzled over it, why he was so scared I mean. He finally decided that it was because of his fear of commitment, of letting anyone in. It was unusual for him to stay friends with any one person for more than a year, if he was in the same city as them. Yet he and Aimee had managed to do that, though he wasn't quite sure how. It was probably because he didn't see them twenty-four seven like he did other people and Aimee didn't suffocate him. She wasn't some crazy girl who chased after him and tried to turn a one-night stand into something more. Trust me, if she was, Christian would have bolted a long time ago. He had enough of those girls in his life already.

Aimee understood him a little bit though, which again, was both good and scary. Good because it meant that they got along, scary because it meant that he was falling down on the job and people were beginning to read and understand him, which meant that eventually someone would completely figure him out and shatter his world. All of these thoughts were forced to be shoved aside as Christian held little Anjelica in his arms as Aimee made a made dash for the food he had brought. Anjelica's tiny little hands grabbed at his lips and he had to laugh when she did that. It was a little hard to laugh considering the fact that a four year old presently had taken them hostage, but he managed. With a soft smile that was rare on his lips, he disentangled the young one from his mouth and held her differently so that she was cradled against his chest. He turned and looked at Aimee as she spoke. He gave a nod and said,

Yeah, she's like your Mini-Me. Kind of scary actually.

He watched with mild amusement as Aimee stuffed herself with the food he had brought over. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in the direction of the food and asked,

Good, huh?

Christian looked at her oddly when she spoke again, trying to figure out what she was going to say. Then Anjelica pretty much spelled it out for him. That's right, you had to watch your language around these young ones, didn't you? Just goes to show how little time Christian spends around children. He won't have anything to do with his younger cousins as he finds his entire family pretty much repulsive, excluding his mother that is. And it's not like he's some family man who has had serious girlfriends. Or girlfriends at any matter. He made an "Oh shit" face and was glad he didn't say it out loud. He shot Aimee an apologetic look and grimaced. Yep, he was real good with children. Christian opened his mouth to explain, but knew that whatever he said would be questioned by the toddler. Instead he turned to Aimee and said,

I'll let you handle this one before I further mess up your darling child. It's a wonder you let me near her. Then again, I do bring you food.