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Fanfiction: It’s Just Noise.

8 Dec

Okay, it’s been awhile since I’ve written, but this was just too good an opportunity to pass down.

There was a tweet by Bernice (@Bernice106) the morning after Anniversary and it said “Morning! Gonna smile this lovely morning and think positively… All that noise in the background is all noise… shhh~~”

My fellow Mo/Bernice shippers and I, our minds went into overdrive and hence, this fanfiction was hatched. This one’s all for you Mo/Bernice shippers. Or MoBsters! 😀 I only hope I did your expectations and that tweet justice! Hee.

P/s: Anyone wanna make me a pretty banner? /pleads 😀

*

Bernice snuck into the room, stashing her handbag by the dresser, treading lightly because she didn’t want to wake him up. The neon blue digital numbers on the dresser clock read 3:42. Pulling the sheets off her side of the bed, she gently eased herself onto the mattress.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey… sorry, did I wake you?”

He rubbed his eyes and angled his body towards her. “You’re late,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Yeah, there was this particular scene that took longer than expected.”

He smiled at her, placing his hand lightly on the small of her back. “I’m glad you’re here.”

She swung her legs into the warm confines of the quilt and settled herself next to him, smelling the familiar mix of cool aftershave & minty shampoo. She inhaled, at the same time he did. He smelt warm vanilla lotion on her, tangled with sweet undertones of peach. It smelt like home.

“How’re you feeling?” She put her arms around him, his head resting on her shoulder. Her palm started moving in slow languid over his heart, against his bare chest.

“Not so good.” He shut his eyes and then opened them again. “I just wanted to come home to spend some time with you, but there was press and all that to do. Just needed to get away from all that.”

“I’m proud of you, you know that?” She smiled, “This job we do, these masks we put on to work, to act, you make it seem so easy… you bring characters to life.”

She continued, “In fact you did it so well that I didn’t even know whether I was reading all those signs between us right or if you were still in Sit Shui’s character all those years ago.”

He chuckled lightly.

“Point is, we all indulge in a little madness come this season every year. The hype, the gossip, the lights, the stifling expectations — it’s enough to make one doubtful. And I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t be. Because what you do, and what you give your audience is beyond all of that. You’re beyond all of that.”

He sat still for awhile, thinking, his fingers reaching up to lace through hers. “I know.”

“I know you do,” she squeezed his hand. “You told me the same thing 3 years ago too, remember?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t as poetic as that,” he grinned in the dark.

She laughed with him too. “Oh, making jokes now, are we?” Her tone grew serious, “All that noise in the background is all noise. The madness, the competition, the fleeting remarks, the gossip; it’s just noise. And it doesn’t matter here.”

He nodded, turning towards her, grazing his lips across her collarbone. “Thank you,” he murmured into her skin.

People wear different masks to face the world; heck, especially him, he was paid to do so, but here, cradled in the nape of her neck and basking in the beautiful sound of silence, no masks were needed. And there was no noise.

And suddenly everything was okay. He fell asleep, and before he knew it, sunlight was streaming through the windows, falling on her sleeping face and making her hair look like silk.

And there still was no more noise.

*

Feedback, as always, is much welcomed. 🙂

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Fanfiction: Thunder

22 Nov

This beautiful song named Thunder by Boys Like Girls is one of my absolutely favourites (if you haven’t heard it, do click on the youtube link :)). The lyrics are beautiful and the melody itself is stunning, which makes the song itself rather epic as a whole. I’ve always wanted to make a fanvid to this song, but because vidding is too much work, I’ve stuck with making it into a songfic.

Parts of this may seem disjointed because I actually started this last year when the song came out and around the time when Moonlight Resonance was shown. However, tonight, in a TVB-inspired mood, I came out all fingers a-typing and wrote 2000 over words in one sitting. I didn’t even proof-read it cause I’m afraid it might not be good if I re-read it, so you be the judge for me. It’s a one-shot Ray/Tavia songfic, full of angst, very reminiscient to The Sound of White, which was that other Ray/Tavia songfic I wrote. If you like something fluffy, this may not be for you.

Songfic; Thunder
Featuring; Raymond Lam & Tavia Yeung

*

Today is a winding road
That’s taking me to places

That I didn’t want to go

He stirred from his sleep, sunlight slowly creeping into his dreams. And woke up to find long locks of hair tickling his bare chest, splayed across his skin like a fan.

“Good morning,” a familiar face smiled up at him. Content yet with a tinge of hope, he saw. He managed a tight smile back and pulled himself out of bed, making his way to the bathroom.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his bed-hair, studying his expression in the mirror. And did not like what he saw.

Why was he still doing this? And when had he become like this? He wished he knew too.

*

He remembered all too well how hard he had fought for this. The plan was always for him to come home, put a hand to the family business, and soon succeed his father as rightful heir, to the business, to the family, to everything. It was the plan and for many years, he didn’t know any other path existed but the plan.

It was in the States, a dusty night in a school in Michigan which made him want to carve out a plan something other than the one he had known since he was little. He was getting his degree and well on his way to becoming the business tycoon everyone expected him to be. It was summer break, and he was on a road trip with three of his closest mates and they had stopped by this little town for gas, and decided to stop in the neighbouring school which had a big banner across their entrance, inviting everyone to come in to watch their annual musical.

A brunette no younger than he was, sat at the front of a stage on a stool, one leg propped up and a guitar resting lazily atop her knee. Fingers that were probably calloused strummed chords easily and she began to sing. She sang of hopes and dreams and roads not taken and it was inspiring. Her voice was rich, soulful and strong, and it drew him in. She then brought the show flawlessly from act to act, singing, dancing and twirling; making them laugh, cry, ponder with every line she uttered in the play.

He was inspired, found. The plan was changing.

*

It was not easy. It took nights of cold tension over the dinner table, angry loud exchanges between his father and himself; watching his mother cry silently, laying in bed hearing debates between his parents. He cajoled, he begged, he convinced. And in the end, they couldn’t say no. He had thought it out, he said. If Dad and Mum allowed, he would start off by enrolling himself in an acting class at the TV broadcast centre. Give it five years, and if it was all in vain, he would come back and assume his role of obedient son and corporate businessman.

Come summer, he joined the acting class. He was so excited for the first day that he couldn’t sleep the night before. In a neatly pressed shirt and jeans, he entered the studio, only to find one other girl sitting there with Walkman earphones on, clearly in her own little world of song. Her eyes were shut, and he marvelled at the delicate beauty of her face.

And then, she started to unassumingly hum along to the music playing in her ears. To his surprise, it was the same song. The very same song he had heard a year ago in the States, the very song inspired him and had him here today.

Suddenly her eyes flew open, and a slight pink crept over her cheeks, realising that she wasn’t the only one in the room anymore. She looked at him and grinned sheepishly, and he was hooked.

*

Today in the blink of an eye
I’m holding on to something and
I do not know why I tried
I tried to read between the lines

I tried to look in your eyes

On the surface, oh, she was stellar. She could go about in her usual manner, full of life, charm and that inexplicable warm aura she possessed about her. But when it was just the both of them, something changed.

He saw the way her bangs fell over her eye, and he ached to brush it away for her, to lightly run his knuckles over the smooth flesh of her cheek. And then to watch her smile in return, up at him. He couldn’t. She wouldn’t want him to. It hurt. Like hell.

I want a simple explanation
For what I’m feeling inside

*

“Are you happy?”

Startled, he turned to look at her. His good friend, colleague and sometimes, confidante.

“I know this was what was arranged, but is it what you want?”

He shrugged. That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? This was what he had wanted all along. Fame, success, to find the joy in entertaining. Acting, singing, dancing, he loved it all. And now he really did have it all.

“You think I don’t know, but I can read you better than you think.”

He forced a smile. “Must be all those love duets we keep on singing together.”

She shook her head and smiled back, but it wasn’t one of her usual brilliant, radiant ones which everyone knew and loved.

“I can read you better than you think too, you know,” he replied. “You know you miss him.”

She didn’t move. “Don’t change the topic, wise ass.”

Damn, found out. That was what he’d been doing all these while. Changing the topic every time there was concern and questions put his way. He had ran away from it, hiding, pushing it away every single time. It’d all started out so innocently, something arranged by the company. Gentle pushes, arranged appearances and then it just spiralled out of control from there. He should have been man enough to put his foot down, but somehow he didn’t. When people asked, he merely shrugged and brushed it off, but a sliver of his heart knew that he didn’t resist because he was scared. He had worked so hard to get here, and he was scared to have it all slip away. He didn’t dare say no. He was selfish, cowardly and now he had to live with it.

Looking at him floating away in his thoughts, she smiled wanly to herself and reached over, giving his knee a friendly squeeze. “I know you’ll find your way back,” she looked over at him, and he swore he could see the hope in her eyes too.

I gotta find a way out
Maybe there’s a way out

*

It was a few summers after that, they decided on go on a holiday together. Things were getting crazy at work, constant cameras clicking away and legs running after them to get a shot. The rumour mills were crazy at work and everybody seemed to love spinning lies to sell news. The life was everything the both of them had ever dreamt of, and yet, it was nothing they’d ever bargained for. They needed a break desperately, and on a spur of a moment, they booked tickets, packed their bags, grabbed their passports and left.

It was to the nearby island resort of Krabi in Thailand and it was beautiful. Swaying coconut trees in the sea breeze, sound of crashing waves, fine warm sand in between toes. The place was heavenly, and so was the company.

They spent, with each other, four days of exploring, swimming, trekking, and talking. He’d never met a girl with whom he felt so at ease by. She didn’t know it, but he was crazy for her. Head over heels in love with her. He had been in love with her from the very moment they had met, but he hadn’t known it yet at that time either. He told her about his family and how he had to succeed because it was all or nothing. She told him about how acting was everything she had ever dreamt about and how she felt like she could do so much more than the roles that were given to her, sharing about how she sometimes felt marginalized because she didn’t hold a beauty pageant sash. It too, was all or nothing to her. They talked and laughed and shared, through the late nights.

*

“It’s pouring!”

He stared at her incredulously albeit playfully. “You call this rain?”

She glared at him. “Now is not the time to be stubborn, Mr. Stubborn,” she gestured at the sky. And right on cue, it rumbled and the rain started getting heavier.

“Wow, you’re good,” he chuckled. “Ever thought of changing to be a weather woman? I think the news channel needs one.”

She quickly hit his chest hard with the back of her hand. “Ever thought of becoming a comedian? I think the trashy cable channels need one,” she shot back dryly, a hint of cheekiness in her corner of her eyes.

He grinned back at her, and before she knew it, he was on top of her, his deft fingers dancing on her ribs. She squealed in between peals of laughter. “Stop tickling me!”

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you’re unlike any other?

“You’re like Tickle Me Elmo,” he teased her; poking her some more only to get a reaction on of her because her laughter was like a melody to his ears.

She struggled, but he was way too strong for her. The rain battered down on his back, in her favour, because he was now sheltering her. “Crazy boy, you’re getting all wet. Stop tickling me!”

He grinned goofily at her, not relenting. “Say you’re sorry for teasing me.”

“Hey, you started it!”

“Say sorry!” he laughed.

She rolled her eyes, at the same time laughing because he was acting like such a kid. God, he was adorable. “Okay, okay, sorry.”

He finally rolled off her, and almost immediately, she felt herself getting wet from the downpour. “I’m already soaking wet!” she half-giggled, pulling herself to her feet. “Come on, let’s go!” Without waiting for an answer, she slipped her small hand through his bigger one and dragged him to his feet.

Together they ran for shelter, him tripping over his own feet once and getting a mouthful of sand, her throwing her head back and laughing in complete abandon at his clumsiness before extended her hand to him to help him up. The strong wind and heavy rain drowned out their voices, but then again, it was only the both of them that could hear it other. It had always been that way, and perhaps it always will be.

You’ll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don’t wanna ever love another

You’ll always be my thunder

They ran to an abandoned wooden shack by the beach where they kept some life guarding equipment, and to their luck, it was unlocked.

She giggled at him, her eyes sparkling and he felt his heart skip a beat. Heck, it skipped many, many beats. “You look like a drenched dog,” she chuckled as she tried to wring some of the wetness out of her shirt.

He smiled, trying to ignore the quickening pace of something pounding against his rib cage. He tried to form some words but everything failed him when she was looking up at him like that, with a small rain drop caught on a tip of her eyelashes on her left eye. He tried to speak again, but no words came out, so he did the next thing he knew to at that moment in time…

He leaned forward.

He leaned forward and captured her full, soft lips against his, tasting the sweet honey and the salty rainwater. He heard a slight intake of breath as he ran his tongue against her lower lip.

She pressed her lips back unsurely, exploring his warm ones. At that, he reached up to caress her soft cheek, rubbing his thumb against her smooth skin in slow, alluring circles as she finally opened up to him, letting him into her heart, not wanting to fight the desire for any longer.

Their tongues tangled frenzily with passion and behind them, the thunder rumbled as her hands reached up to bury themselves into his hair.

So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder

*

“Hey,” a gentle voice sounded, a pair of hands shaking him gently. “We’re almost landing, get up.”

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up yawning. “That was quick.”

Today is a winding road

Tell me where to start and

Tell me something I don’t know

“You were smiling in your sleep. Had a good dream?” she smiled knowingly.

He smiled. “Not so much of a dream, but memories appearing in my dream maybe?”

She smiled wanly, wistfully. “I know the feeling.”

He frowned. He shared so much of his troubles with her but rarely got the chance to listen to hers. He knew she was hurting too. “Anything you want to share?”

“Well…” she shrugged. “Mine’s not so easy to solve.”

“What’s so easy about mine?”

“Well for starters, you’re in love with her, and she’s in love with you. Mad, head-over-heels, crazy super-duper in love.”

He couldn’t help laughing at her enthusiasm. She had been close to the both of them and was probably the only one who knew what was going on from day one, or as she liked to put it, way before either of them knew what was going on, and their biggest cheerleader and fan.

“And aren’t the both of you too?” he gently prompted.

Her eyes clouded over quickly. “Well, it’s different. It’s not so head-over-heels, not so crazy super-duper…”

“C’mon, how can you say that? The man’s madly in l-”

She shrugged. “I guess when you’re older you find out that fairytales are actually pretty difficult and complicated.”

“That’s a dirty word. Fairytales.”

She laughed, glancing at him. “That’s a good one.”

Today I’m on my own
I can’t move a muscle and

I can’t pick up the phone

I don’t know

“It’s not all it’s made out to be, is it? Fairytales.”

“No, but I think yours will have a happy ending.”

He smiled.

*

”You’re back!” The tall slim girl bounded over happily to him, her long curly hair swaying as she ran. She threw herself into his arms, planting a kiss in the nape of his neck. Barely five seconds, and he already felt suffocated, kinda.

“How was the trip? And the concert?” she smiled eagerly at him, waiting for all sorts of travel anecdotes he would’ve loved to share with someone else.

And now I’m itching for the tall grass
And longing for the breeze

I need to step outside

He mustered up all his strength, plastered a smile across his face and pulled his shades on to hide his emotionless eyes. Holding his hand out to her, he once again smiled unnaturally as she slipped an arm through his and they walked out to face the press that were undoubtedly waiting outside the airport to capture this perfect, golden TV couple on their lens to plaster all over the front page news tomorrow.

Just to see if I can breathe
I gotta find a way out

Maybe there’s a way out

*

He pulled the baseball cap on and picked a seat. He was early at the rehearsals, it was far from his turn on stage. A pretty common scenario, seeing as though all of them had such packed schedules that caused many a delay in rehearsals like this where it needed so many of them together. He could’ve been somewhere else, but since he was early, management had told him to sit on the sidelines to watch. It always looked good when he was in the same room as she was. Creative minds then put two and two together, or so they thought, to spin up some tall tale about how supportive he was of his girlfriend.

The girls, or fa-dans as they were called in this country were on stage, gracefully dancing with fans. Gentle moves with arched arms swaying from side to side, soft pointed toes as they jumped from side to side. His eyes scanned the stage, almost immediately picking out his best friend easily as others would too. She was easily the best dancer of the lot, commanding, confident and stunning. Silently, he hoped her love would work out. Next to her was the one girl he didn’t dare not to spend time with, simply because he wasn’t man enough to say no. She knew all the steps well, but was not nearly as captivating nor as in control.

But nothing prepared him for the moment when his eyes gravitated to her. It hit him like a punch to the stomach, knocking all air out of him. It had been awhile since he had seen her in person. Her popularity had steadily grown in the past years, making her far busier than she ever had been; limiting his face time of her to what was available on screen or in the tabloids. Even if she hadn’t been so busy, he doubted that she would have wanted to see him in person anyway.

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you’re unlike any other?

You’ll always be my thunder, and I said

Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don’t wanna ever love another

She moved side to side as the music spiralled up, becoming faster. She too knew the moves with an innate fluidity. He smiled wistfully to himself as he remembered the times she used to berate dancing at anniversary shows because she thought she had two left feet. He’d taught her how to hum numbers to the beat of music once. Looking closely at her, he thought he could almost see her humming numbers just like the old times.

Maybe not, he chastised himself. She was a star in her own right. “What makes you think she needs a stupid stage fright tool anymore?” he muttered.

He watched as she spun around a few times, her hair fanning out around her. The music ended and she struck her final pose and her lips curved out into a full-fledged heart-warming smile. Again, he felt his heart skip a beat. She was staggeringly beautiful. After all these years he knew she still knew him best, above everyone else. And he knew he loved her.

You’ll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain

*

She was like a drug. He needed to get to her. So, he made his way backstage, hoping to bump into her. He smiled at some of the other girls he saw, complimenting them on the dance, joking with them about their hair, but his eyes roamed the room, looking for a glimpse of her.

His friend caught his arm, her face glistening with sweat from the dance. “She’s in there,” she whispered, nodding towards the make-up room as thought reading his mind. “Alone,” she added, and with a big smile, hurried off, leaving him on his own.

His legs took own a mind of their own and brought him to her. She was resting in an arm chair, her head tilted back, her chest heaving slightly undoubtedly from the strenuous rehearsal earlier, her eyes shut with her delicate lashes fanned out on her cheeks.

“Hey,” he uttered softly, almost afraid to be too loud.

Her eyelashes flickered with familiarity. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know who it was. The deep voice sent a tingle through her.

“What are you doing here?”

“Wanted to tell you the dance was great,” he smiled, closing the distance between them with a few steps with his heart pounding away like a bass drum.

“Thanks.” And then as an afterthought, she added, “…although I’m not quite sure you got the right girl.”

Yeah I’m walking on a tightrope
I’m wrapped up in vines

Her words sliced through him like the sharpest sword. “I deserved that,” he said softly. So softly he wasn’t even sure if she’d heard him.

She stood up with a flourish, looking at him. She looked at him with those big brown honest eyes of hers like she always did. Only this time they were laced with discontent. And hurt. “Good that you know.”

“I want to talk to you.”

“I don’t,” she folded her arms across her chest, daring him to go on further.

He met her gaze. “Please?”

Biting her lips, she glared at him. “Why?”

He shook his head simply, and said again softly, “Please?”

I think we’ll make it out
But you just gotta give me time

She shook her head too, feeling her steely resolve dissolve with every word he uttered. She hated that she crumbled like this, she hated that just the sight of him made her forget all the pain he’d made her feel.

She felt herself nodding, agreeing to see him tonight, and then she ran out of the room past him.

*

The doorbell sounded. He was here. The door was locked, but she’d given him a key to it years ago. She wondered if he still kept it, because she hadn’t changed the locks.

On the other side, his hand in his pocket felt the key to the physical barrier between them. She’d given him one years ago, back when they’d been seeing each other secretly. He used to sneak in to surprise her, but somehow he didn’t think she’d appreciate a gesture like that anymore.

Lifting his hand out of his pocket, he rang the doorbell again. He heard some shuffles, the door opening and then there she was. She turned around and walked back to her couch, plopping down and hugging a throw pillow to herself.

He closed the door behind him and walked towards her, just standing there, not quite knowing what to do with himself.

He’d planned out a whole speech, of what he should say, what he should do, but the seasoned actor in him got stage fright when it came face to face with this girl that he loved.

Surprisingly she spoke first. “Why did you want to talk to me tonight?”

“Well,” he looked down at his feet. “It’s the first day of acting class today. Nine years ago. Do you remember?”

She smirked, put down the throw pillow and finally stood up, squaring off to him. He wanted to talk? She’d talk. “Remember? Of course I do. All these dates of things we did together, it’s haunting me all the time,” she said, her voice laced with hurt.

“I’m s-”

She shook her head. “You know what, forget it. I’m just surprised you’re actually here wanting to talk. It’s something you should have done two years ago.”

“You have every right to hate me.”

She glared at him. “Damn right I do.”

“You don’t owe it to me to listen, but I need to tell you I’m sorry.”

“Does it really matter anymore?” her eyes flared. “The very moment you sent me that letter, and the very moment you started doing what you did, a simple sorry was never going to fix anything or bring back what we ever had.”

“…I thought it was the right thing to do and I was wrong.”

“No, don’t give me that,” she shot back, her voice quivering. “The right thing to do? That’s not fair at all and you know it!”

Strike me down with lightning
Let me feel you in my veins

I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain

“They gave me an ultimatum,” he tried again, weakly, knowing how pathetic his answer sounded.

“An ultimatum.” Shaking her head, she ran a hand through her hair angrily. “An ultimatum. In case you haven’t forgotten, I work in the same industry. I know very well what ultimatums are like. I know, more than anyone else why it’s so important to you to succeed in what you do. I also remember, how you used to look at me with hope and tell me you want to succeed based on your own merit, and not just because someone tell you that you can succeed if you do something for them,” she said, her voice getting louder and louder with each sentence. “What happened to the man I know?”

He let every angry word she said hit him, making him feel like throwing up. He knew she was right. He hated that he had made that move. “I don’t know. He doesn’t know where he’s gone either.” Again, he said, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry when you’re not.”

“I am,” he reached for her hand and desperately looked into her eyes for a sign. “I am,” he repeated.

She wrenched her hand away from him and shut her eyes, not bearing to look at him. “God dammit, don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Just leave. Please. Just leave, please,” she whispered, catching her breath. “I can’t do this.”

“I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Go back to her.”

He shook his head, feeling tears behind his eyes. “I don’t love her.”

She laughed with a lack of emotion. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“It’s all a show. They told me to pretend dating her and gave us an apartment but it’s all a show, you know it,” he took both her hands, searching her eyes again, his voice edging on pure desperation. He was a man with nothing to lose. “It’s not real, I don’t love her. I’ve never and I never will… please, baby. Believe me. It’s all a show. It’s all a show,” he repeated.

She tried wrenching her hands away but this time he was too strong for her. “All a show,” she shouted back. “All a show? Nobody asked you to sleep with her!”

He stopped, the tears running freely down his face now. “It was a mistake.”

For a long time she didn’t say anything. She merely looked up at him, pain all over her beautiful features, as though she was reliving every moment of the past two years all over again.

“Do you know how badly you hurt me?” she asked, her voice small and dejected, small and delicate.

He put his arms around her and she recoiled as though she had been stung. “Go,” she ordered him. “Go.”

“Don’t ask me to go,” he whispered into her hair. “Please.”

She struggled for awhile, fighting him physically and fighting everything she had been telling herself for the past few years. Tears were welling up inside her eyes and she was fighting that too.

“I’m sorry,” he said, over and over again. “I’m so…” his voice cracked. At the sound of that, she stopped pushing against him, and he held her tighter. “I… please let me stay.”

It was no use fighting anymore. She felt herself give way, soft in his strong arms. The tears she had been holding back streamed down her face.

Today is a winding road
That’s taking me to places that I didn’t want to go

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you’re unlike any other?

You’ll always be my thunder, and I said

Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, and suddenly she found herself kissing him, her mouth wet and frantic, their tears mingling with one another. The long-lost desire and the age-old familiarity of passion that only the both of them shared came flooding back and the night was perfect.

I don’t wanna ever love another
You’ll always be my thunder

So bring on the rain

And bring on the thunder, and I said

She rested her head on his bare skin, their bodies wrapped in burgundy sheets, and put an arm over his strong chest. His fingers stroked slow, languid circles on her naked back and they lay that way till nearly the breaking of dawn.

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you’re unlike any other?

*

At dawn, he crept back into the apartment, not wanting to wake her up. She was asleep on her side, curled up and peaceful.

He had nothing against her, but she wasn’t her and he didn’t want her.

The song of rain started pattering against his window and distracted him from his thoughts. He was always this way when it was raining, he loved it. He shut his eyes and he was again transported to that fateful day many summers ago, back when he and the girl he loved were young and carefree. And he smiled wistfully to himself.

You’ll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
Oh baby bring on the pain

And listen to the thunder

The rain was beautiful. He wanted nothing more in the world than to enjoy it with the person that made him first see rain in a perfect light.

*
The End.

Okay, I hope you don’t hate it! Be nice with the comments, okay? 🙂

There and Back Again; Chapter 4.

4 Jul
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Chapter 4 – Solstice

A curious turn of events
That somehow made you entranced
With one glance I felt no regret
That one look made me forget
The circumstance I left
So maybe, baby, you’ll let me in
The one to show you all you need” – Malbec, Solstice

Additional characters:
Lee Sze Kei – Ms. Doreen
Elaine Yiu Zhi Ling – Nurse Brenda
Leanne Li Yat Nam – Nurse Leanne
Suki Chui Suk Man – Nurse Suki
Vivien Yeo Sau Wai – Nurse Josie
June Chan Kei – Nurse Alice Chan

*

“Flowers for you, Suet Lei!” Brenda (Elaine Yiu) crowed once the delivery came through to the nurses’ station.

The nurses crowded around the expensive-looking bouquet before Suet Lei (Tavia Yeung) herself could see it, oohing and aahing.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” Leanne (Leanne Li) said, her tone heavy with jealousy. “Who are you dating, Ah Lei?”

Suki (Suki Chui) counted the red roses enviously, wondering who could’ve bought Suet Lei such an extravagant flower arrangement. “Three dozen roses, must be some rich guy.”

“Go on,” Josie (Vivien Yeo) urged. “Read the card! We’re dying to know who it is.”

Suet Lei hesitated. “There must be some kind of mistake,” she protested. “Are you sure it’s for me?”

“Nurse Tam,” Impatient, Leanne grabbed the card off the bouquet and started reading aloud. “Thanks for that other day, I must treat you dinner to make it up to you. I hope you like the flowers.”

“Ooooh,” the bunch of nurses chorused. “How sweet!”

Suet Lei frowned. “For what other day?” she asked out loud, confused.

“Who’s it from?” Brenda asked.

Leanne’s mouth dropped as her eyes widened. “Michael Lam!”

“Michael Lam? You mean, the Michael Lam?”

“Michael, as in MC’s brother?”

“Oh my god, Ah Lei, you’re so lucky!” The nurses exclaimed one by one.

“Wait a minute, who’s Michael Lam?” Suet Lei asked, still confused.

Josie looked as though she wanted to smack some sense into her. “You don’t know who he is? MC’s brother, the one you took the blood sample from that other day?”

Suet Lei thought back, trying to recall his file. “Oh, that guy?”

Suki shook her head. “She gets such expensive flowers from one of the most eligible bachelors around here and all she can say is, ‘oh, that guy’?” she mimicked. “Honestly, are you sure you’re straight?”

Suet Lei glared at her and was about to retort before she was interrupted. “Nurses, you’re not being paid to stand around and look pretty while people die in the wards,” the chief nurse’s voice sounded.

As quickly as they flocked to the flowers, the nurses scurried away, undoubtedly itching with this new gossip to share with other people.

Suet Lei looked after them and groaned inwardly, “Great, just what I need.”

*

“Hi.”

Suet Lei looked up from her files, startled. “Oh.”

Michael (Bosco Wong) stood in front of her, in a pair of jeans, and a designer jacket. “Did you get the flowers?” he smiled.

Suet Lei smiled back tightly. “The flowers, yeah. Umm, the patients would like to thank you for them.”

“Patients?”

She laughed nervously. “Yeah. Uhh, I thought they would like some colour to brighten up their wards, so I distributed your generous bouquet amongst them. Hope you don’t mind. And you really didn’t have to. It’s my duty.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. This was interesting. She didn’t seem affected by the flowers at all. No, this was something he definitely wasn’t used to. Girls blushing, flirting, promising him good times, all after receiving flowers, now that was what he was used to. Girls not liking flowers and giving them away? He was speechless.

“…I hope you’re not mad or anything,” Suet Lei continued talking, fiddling with the front pockets on her skirt uniform. “But thank you. You didn’t have to.”

He watched her, wondering why she didn’t react the way other girls would. It was obvious he was making her nervous. “It doesn’t matter,” he smiled. “It was for you, and for you to do as you please with it.”

Suet Lei smiled, finally meeting his eyes again. “Thank you,” she repeated.

He liked her smile, and matched it with one of his which he hoped was equally as dazzling. “Can I buy you dinner tonight?”

Her eyes widened. “Umm, there’s really no need.”

“Well, since you gave my flowers away, you technically didn’t receive anything from me. Come on, it’s just dinner,” he grinned cheekily. “I promise I won’t bite.”

She laughed. “You don’t have to.”

“I’ve already booked a table at the Oriental Plaza, Nurse Tam.” Michael gave her a puppy-dog look. “Don’t turn a man down twice, will you? It kinda hurts his ego,” he teased her.

Suet Lei felt herself turn a shade of light pink. “Well, you can buy me dinner, but not at the Oriental Plaza.”

“You want to go somewhere else to eat instead?”

“Well, uhh, I’ve actually made plans for dinner tonight, but you can come along.”

He grinned again, the same charming, contagious grin. “It’s a deal.”

*

“You look breath-taking,” Ben (Raymond Lam) whispered in her ear as he escorted her into the grand ballroom. “I like the dress.”

Noelle (Bernice Liu) grinned back, her practiced entry walk graceful and poised. “It’s been sitting in my closet for awhile, waiting for the perfect occasion. Nothing more special than being my handsome best friend’s date,” she joked. The dress was strapless, made out of mustard yellow chiffon that hugged all the right places of her body, with a band of diamante encircling the underbust. The material loosely floated around her knees as she walked, accentuating her slender calves. The colour would’ve been harsh against any normal Asian woman, but it looked perfect on Noelle for she wore it with an assured sense of comfort.

“And I had no idea you were wearing yellow too,” Ben replied proudly, patting his lemon-coloured tie as he spoke.

Noelle stifled a giggle. “Now we look like one of those ridiculously cheesy couples, Dr. Chai.”

*

“I’m buying you dinner at a soup kitchen?” Michael was a good actor in front of the ladies, but he couldn’t help the incredulous tone seeping into his voice.

Suet Lei smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I probably should have told you first, huh?”

Michael glanced around furtively. “So we eat here?”

“Umm,” she wringed her hands nervously. “I… uhh… I kinda volunteer here every Friday. And uhh, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. It’s fine. I understand.”

Michael swallowed hard. “Don’t worry about it,” he lied through his teeth. Remember the trust fund, Mike, he thought to himself. And at least Suet Lei was very easy on the eyes. This shouldn’t be that bad.

She glanced up at him through those big chocolate eyes of hers, and all was forgotten. “Are you sure?”

He grinned, and placed a hand on the small of her back. Perhaps a little presumptuous of him, but she didn’t move away, and so the hand stayed there. “Let’s go. I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to show me the ropes.”

They walked in, Michael noting how easily Suet Lei went around greeting everyone, and how much the faces on the people there lit up at the sight of her. She led him towards a woman in a black sweater, jeans and an apron. “Ms. Doreen, I brought a friend today to help out. I hope you don’t mind.”

Doreen (Lee Sze Kei) smiled back. Suet Lei was one of her sweetest volunteers; the only male friend she remembered her bringing as a volunteer was Ben, but even then Suet Lei had claimed time and time again that they were like brother and sister, so she’d given up all hope of pushing the matter with the kind girl.

“Michael Lam,” Michael smiled, extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you; it’s about time Suet Lei brought her boyfriend here to meet everyone,” Doreen shook his hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Suet Lei’s eyes widened in shock. “Ms. Doreen!”

Doreen laughed, and patted her hand. “Relax dear, I was just joking. Come on, let’s go, the food’s ready,” she said, leading Suet Lei towards the kitchen and throwing Michael a wink behind her back.

Michael laughed a little under his breath at her antics, and followed suit. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

*

He needed a breather, and this was as good as any. Not the most glamorous hide-out of course, the entrance to the ladies was just next to him, with the broom closet right behind him. Thankfully, all the women exiting the washroom strode out quickly in the other direction, not noticing him there. Usually he was effortless at these social things. He was good at his game; he was champion in the operating theatre and the class act when it came to these functions. Everyone wanted a piece of him. Tonight though, it was a little too much for the first time.

“So did you see that Noelle Man?” a loud voice came wafting out from behind the ladies room door.

MC (Moses Chan) stiffened.

Someone snorted. “Who could miss her? In her stupid yellow dress, trying so hard to stand out. Lack of attention, that’s what I call it.”

“She thinks she’s some hotshot, eh? Just because she’s been in a few trashy print ads and played some bit part characters in a few serials.” There was the sound of taps being turned on and off.

“Pfft. Did her characters even have any lines?”

They all laughed shrilly.

“And did you see who she’s with too?”

“I know, Ben Chai of all people! So eligible,” one of them sighed.

“Stupid slut. Always hanging around all these men.”

“Heh. How do you think she even got those roles in the first place?” the first woman suggested.

The other two giggled, as the noise from the hand dryer covered their gossip.

Not long after, three women exited the washroom, without a second glance to his dark corner. MC smirked to himself, noting that they were all unsurprisingly in the conforming colour of black, almost similar cocktail dresses. He shook his head. Jealous, that’s what they were.

To his surprise, the door swung open seconds later.

And he found himself almost eye to eye with a pair of big brown hurt eyes. Her name was on his tongue, but before he could say a word, she quickly turned away, a swish of yellow chiffon, a slight dejection in her stride.

*

“How’s my favourite patient keeping up? Playing Scrabble by herself again?”

Ka Ching (Leila Tong) smiled to herself as she saw the text message. “Scrabble alone will never be the same again after the intense competition you gave me last night, Dr. Chai. How’s the ball?” she typed back quickly, her fingers nimble with text messaging after all those months spent in bed.

Putting the phone down, she smiled to herself. Almost as quickly as she had put it down, it beeped again.

“Scrabble alone would be more fun than this ball, trust me. I should’ve brought you as my date. Mine probably abandoned me for better-looking guys.” Ka Ching felt a flush creeping over her cheeks, giggling a little at the upside down smiley he added at the end of the message.

“You look happy,” a male voice sounded.

Startled, she dropped her phone, having not heard anyone enter the room. Looking up, her eyes widened. She hadn’t seen him in ages.

*

Suet Lei giggled.

Michael writhed uncomfortably and mock-glared at her. “What’s so funny?”

“If only the nurses at the hospital could see you now. Michael Lam, donned from head to toe in plastic; hairnet, gloves, apron,” she laughed.

He couldn’t help but laugh too. “I crinkle every time I move!”

“I really should take a picture of this.”

His eyes widened and he grabbed a ladle full of soup from the pot next to him. “Oh, Nurse Tam, you wouldn’t,” he held up the ladle menacingly.

She laughed and followed suit, grabbing a ladle of rice as her defense. “This is my territory you’re treading on, Mr. Lam,” she said, mimicking his tone.

“Ahem. Could I have my rice now please, Ms. Tam?”

Both Michael and Suet Lei laughed. She turned back and grinned at the homeless man in front of her. “Certainly, Uncle Kwok. I was just giving the newcomer a lesson,” she teased, scooping rice on the man’s empty plate.

Michael followed suit and scooped a spoonful of mixed vegetables onto Uncle Kwok’s plate, neatly next to the rice. More and more people came steaming into the shelter, most of which were dressed shabbily, some with smudged skin. Never had he seen so many homeless people in his life. What amazed him even more was that Suet Lei knew most of them by name. He tried to keep up with the quick moving line, left hand giving out sweet and sour pork, and his right hand with the mixed veggies.

Suet Lei stole a glance at him as he nearly dropped the ladle, smiling to herself. Who knew the rich, spoilt, lusted-after Michael Lam would’ve stuck around for so long, without a single complaint.

He caught her glancing at him, and pulled a funny face at her, making the both of them crack up at the same time.

“Excuse me,” a little girl in pigtails and a torn dress tiptoed over the counter to glare at them. “Will you stop laughing? You’re getting saliva all over the sweet and sour pork,” she said indignantly, one hand on her hips.

Both of them laughed even harder, and Michael gave her a double helping of the pork to make her smile.

*

MC walked out of the large ceiling to floor glass doors of the ballroom and onto the beautiful grounds of the hotel garden. There was a smattering of people outside, quietly chatting. Only one woman sat alone at the gazebo. He walked towards her, hands coolly in his pockets.

She looked up at the sound of footsteps, saw him, and turned her gaze back to her glass flute of champagne. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear all that earlier on. Don’t pretend to be concerned. Don’t sit down. And sure as hell, don’t. Bloody. Smirk.”

He sat down opposite her. And smirked. He couldn’t help it. “Defensive, much?”

“You don’t have to pretend to be nice to me, you know,” Noelle downed the last of her champagne and set it down on the gazebo table. “You don’t like me. And the feeling’s mutual, believe me.”

“You sound hurt.”

She looked away, ignoring him.

“Look, if it matters, I know the three women.”

Noelle turned back to glare at him. “I really don’t need to know details of your various escapades with women, thank you very much.”

MC chuckled under his breath. “I don’t kiss and tell.” When he got no reply from her, he continued on. “One of them is Angel Sung, Sung Wah’s, as in Sung & Sung Watches Corp, eldest daughter. Spoilt brat, thinks very highly of herself, brain the size of a medium-sized shrimp. Another was a Miss Hong Kong semi-finalist in 2000, I can’t remember what she named herself, but it’s after a fruit. Enough said. And I don’t know who the third one was, but she forgot to shave her legs tonight. Big no-no, especially in her short dress.”

Noelle stared at him, a smile bubbling on her lips. “I don’t know how you just said all that with a straight face,” she said incredulously.

He shrugged. “I’ve a good memory.”

She finally allowed herself to laugh. “I only hope your memory is as good when it’s comes to medicinal procedures.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m not the top neurosurgeon in the hospital for nothing you know. Some would even say I’m the best in the country.”

“I forgot you were a walking advertisement for yourself,” she rolled her eyes. “Although with the constant coverage from the gossip magazines, I don’t see why you have to bother.”

He leaned in closer to her. “You looked me up in the gossip magazines. Why, I’m flattered, Noelle,” he said, his voice deep.

It was her turn to smirk. She leaned in closer too, her eyes not backing down. “That’s because I specifically use your articles to line the floor of my car whenever I need to transport garbage to the landfill nearby.”

He laughed.

“So, this is where you’ve gone, MC!” A ridiculously grating voice came from behind Noelle. Both Noelle and MC turned around. “Who’s this you’re with, MC?” she asked, her eyes sweeping over Noelle.

Noelle smirked and returned the once-over, her gaze coolly lingering over the woman’s cheap-looking velvet dress which was too low and too short for the occasion and her trashy looking platform heels.

MC cleared his throat. “Well, this is Ms. Man, Noelle. This,” he gestured towards the woman, “is Nurse Chan, or Alice.”

“I’m the head of the nurses’ department,” Alice (June Chan) added.

Noelle smiled. “That’s good to know,” she said simply.

“What are you doing out here, MC?” Alice switched her attention to MC. “You said you’ll save a dance for me!”

Noelle cringed. This was worse than Ah Lok, the guy she had to wrangle MC to save her from in the parking lot. This woman’s voice was all sorts of high-pitch with a variety of screechy undertones.

Plastering a gracious smile across her face, she leaned across and laid her hand on MC’s arm softly, improvising. “Hey there, if you want to dance with my date, you’re gonna have to wait until I’ve had my fair share of dances with him first, okay?”

MC stared back at her, and quickly played around, the confusion for a split second not obvious. He smiled gallantly, and shrugged at Alice, while holding his hand out for Noelle to hold. “May I?” he glanced at her.

Smiling sweetly at him, playing the part, she placed her hands in his, “My pleasure,” she said, and he led her out to the dance floor.

*

And that’s all for this update! Not a lot of Raymond or Leila this chapter, because I really wanted to devote something to the Bosco-Tavia pairing. And of course, I always end up writing tons of Moses/Bernice. I didn’t mean to, I swear! I’ll make it up to all you Ray/Leila fans next chapter, promise! Let me know what you think. 🙂

Fanfiction: Ordinary Day

18 May

Hey guys! Gosh, it’s been forever since I’ve updated and I sincerely apologise for that! 😦

First of all, I got kinda demotivated with the fact that some of my vids were deleted off of Youtube, and couple that with a couple of lacklustre TVB series that were showing at that time, I just started putting off blogging again and again and then got so caught up in assignments and university work that I just haven’t had time to breatheeeee at all. I think I must have typed more than 15,000 words in my four assignments due in the past three weeks. And then there’s exams coming in less than a month too. God.

Anyway, here’s a little songfic I got inspired to write after listening to this song after so long. It’s a one-shot, featuring my favourite couple. Nothing serious, just a little fun for me because I seriously needed a break from academic work. I was going to work on There and Back Again but then I realised I didn’t have it on this computer, so out came this one-shot songfic instead. I really hope you guys like it, although it’s not my best work. 🙂

(Excuse the banner, I did it in five mins because I’m getting sleepy! Lol.)

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Ordinary Day; released by Vanessa Carlton

Sunshine. The worst part of the morning.

You know that groggy feeling when you just wake up but you want to fall back right into bed and bury your head into that pillow?

And then, you can’t.

Because you’ve caught a glimpse of the sunshine peeking in through the window blinds. Sunshine is just so, I don’t know… perky, I guess. It’s the thing that makes veggies grow; help them produce chlorophyll or something. I wouldn’t know; Science was never my cup of tea. It’s the thing that enables tall, leggy babes to acquire a bronzed even color of tan, one that I’d never be able to get, with my fair skin and all. I swear, every time I spend more than fifteen minutes in sunshine without a protection layer of SPF 5, a band of freckles seem to miraculously pop up across the bridge of my nose. Do I even need to give you another reason for not liking sunshine?

“Wakey wakey, Sunshine!”

Right. I forgot about that reason.

Groaning, I dragged my tired body out of bed and stuffed my feet into their slippers. Bright yellow slippers with Pokemon heads on them. Gag gift from my best friend. Don’t ask. She’s weird. “Coming, coming,” I grumbled from my bedroom.

“Scrambled or sunny-side up, Sunshine?” she called from the kitchen, laughing. “Sunshine!”

I rolled my eyes and tried to laugh. As sarcastically as I could with a toothbrush in my mouth. She never seemed to get sick of the same old joke everyday. Sunshine. Sunny-side up.

Spitting out the last of the Colgate, I trudged grumpily out to the hall and peered into the adjoining kitchen.

“Another dye job, Via?”

“You like it?” she giggled like a 13-year-old schoolgirl and turned around, giving me the full effect.

“Yeah well, I liked the last 8 dye jobs too. What colour have you not gone?” I sat down on a stool and started ticking choices off my right hand. “Burgundy, purple, dark green with red streaks, turquoise, pink, red, bleached blonde, neon green, and now blue. What next?”

“Gold and silver, y’know, like a Christmas ornament, eh? How bout that?”

“Oh, heaven help me.”

”What’s wrong with you, Sunny? Got up on the wrong side of the bed?”

I rolled my eyes again, for what seemed like the nineteenth time that day. I loved her to bits, but sometimes she was way too chipper in the mornings for my liking. Tavia was, or rather is, my landlady. I know, she acts like my mother, but she means well. Without her, I’d probably have to starve without my daily supply of grease and sugar. Via owns a flower shop downstairs. You could probably notice the stall from about a mile away. It’s brightly colored, usually painted to match Via’s hair, whatever color it was. In fact, I don’t even know what the original color is.

“You have to understand, an old lady like me needs to cover up the fact that her hair is graying quickly,” she joked, laying two eggs on my plate. “Chicken cordon bleu?”

I shook my head obediently. “Why are you going all French on me? It’s just chicken ham.”

“Smells good,” my brother mumbled, yawning. He snatched a sausage off my plate and opened the refrigerator door. “Mornin’ Via. Hi, B.”

“What is it with all these nicknames? B. Sunshine. Urgh.” I shook my head, trying to digest the eggs.

My brother opened the fridge door and grabbed a carton of milk. Opening the carton, he took a swig directly from it.

“Ugh, Fred. Use a glass.”

“Chill out, Bernice.”

“Whatever.”

He took another mouthful of milk. “Oh, Leila called. She wanted you to know that she found your Backstreet Boys CD.” He paused. “Yuck, Backstreet? They’re so nineties. Could you be anymore alien, B?”

“At least I listen to something other than The Eminem Show,” I shot back. Little brothers.

“Oh, shut up, B.”

“Calm down, you two. Off to school, Fred,” Via hustled him out the door, ruffling his hair. “I hate it when you do that, Via!” I heard him yelp in protest. “Bye, honey!” she yelled after him. Smothering my giggles, I got up to change.

Same old, same old. Story of my life. Ugh. I frowned at myself in the mirror. Bad hair day. My life is one big old boring routine, repeated over and over and over again. Don’t I get bored? Oh yeah, I definitely do. But there’s nothing much I can do about it.

Going down to the flower shop to help out in the morning. Waitress-ing at Wendy’s Waffles after lunch. Cashier at the departmental store in the evening till nine o’clock at night. For every day except Sundays. Everyday is just an ordinary day. Unfortunately.

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by

“Bernie, ready to go?”

“Coming!” I yelled back.

Putting on my last earring, I followed her down to the florist. Leila would already be there. She usually opens the shop up for early morning business. She definitely handles mornings a lot better than I do. Via hires the both of us. I have no idea why, the florist is rather tiny and would run fine without our help; Leila says it’s just so that Via can make sure that we have some extra cash in our pockets. I’m not surprised, that sounds just like Via. She’s a real mother hen.

Blinking, I shielded my eyes from the sunshine, enemy number 1. “Hey, Lei.”

“Hey, Ber. Got your CD right here.” She handed over the plastic case, patting Nick Carter’s face goodbye.

“What is it with nicknames this morning? First B, Sunshine, Bernie, and now Ber? Brr?” I grumbled incredulously, stashing the CD into my shoulder bag.

“Greetings, my loyal subjects!”

“Hi, Ellie.” I didn’t even have to look to see who it was. Ellie visited daily.

Via smiled. She always had a soft spot for the scruffy and dirty looking little girl. “What can I do for you today, dear?”

I smiled. Via had on her motherly look again.

“White roses. I’m going to give them to the queen. The king’s going to rule a new land today, and the queen, my mother, must have white roses to adorn her head wear,” the weird little girl chirped.

Leila laughed, reaching for the wrappers. “Half a dozen white roses, coming up!”

Via reached down and wiped a smudge off Ellie’s cheek. “It’s on the house, dear. I’m sure we all want the queen to look pretty too.”

“Thank you. I shall tell the king, and he shall reward you,” she went off with the roses in her arm, whistling a happy tune.

“Remind me to sew her a new dress for Christmas,” Via said. She eyed the rags that Ellie was wearing.

“You? Sew?”

“I can try. It’s my New Year’s resolution.”

Laughing, I went to sit down on the bench next to Leila. “How’s Ron?”

“Fine,” she answered absent-mindedly. “He’s starting a band.”

”A band?” I asked sarcastically. “With?”

“I don’t know. Ray, I suppose. Maybe Bosco.” Leila leafed through a mag.

I snorted. “What?”

“Bosco’s supposed to play the keyboards. Ray will be the lead singer, I suppose, and Ron on drums. There’s another guy too, not sure who. One of Ray’s friends, I suppose. They seem pretty keen on it. They’re trying to get gigs and stuff down at the pub.”

“Ron? Drums? Ron plus drums, equals big noise. Remind me to get earplugs.”

She glared pointedly at me. “If all you’re gonna do is sit here and insult my boyfriend, then you really need a life of your own.”

“I do have a life. It’s just that it’s absolutely boring and testosterone-less.”

Leila threw her hands up in the air. “Exactly my point! That fourth band member is really cute. Muscular, tanned, good-looking. Plays a mean guitar, too. Now, I remember correctly, his name is Kieran. Or Kevin. Maybe it’s Keenan. But anyway, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do, is turn up at their first gig, and I’ll get Ron to introduce you guys.” She smiled, obviously proud of herself.

“Please! I’m not that desperate to fall for boyband member. That is so groupie.” I rolled my eyes, as Leila got ready to protest. “And besides, I don’t need your help. I can do just fine.”

I hadn’t been on a date since forever. But I wasn’t about to wait for my best friend to hook me up with her boyfriend’s band mate.

“B, that guy is so fine,” Leila whispered loudly. “Look.”

“Could you be any louder?” I asked, mortified.

“Seriously, look at him. Wow, he’s so tall. Look!” Leila jabbed her finger excitedly in his direction.

Cringing, I turned. Leila just didn’t know when to…

Oh. My. God.

There he stood. In his 6’1” frame, standing there in front of the shop. He wasn’t model handsome, but he wasn’t butt ugly either. But something about him just made me feel attracted to him. He was just a guy you’d see on the streets, perhaps a little better looking than others, but other than that, there was nothing special. And yet, I felt something.

“GO!”

“What?” I turned to look at my best friend, or rather, ex best friend, angrily.

“Go talk to him!” I felt a push. Since when exactly had Leila gained so many muscles? Rubbing my sore butt, I turned around and saw Via grinning there with her. Great, now Via was on my boyfriend-less case too? I must have looked really desperate.

I gave them a reluctant show of walking up to the guy. But, as I neared him, undeniably, my heart began to pound faster.

“Hi.”

No answer.

I peered up at the sky, trying to see what was so interesting. He had been staring up for the last five seconds or so.

“Great weather, huh?”

He turned to look at me. Finally! He had the most incredible looking brown eyes I had ever seen. Deep and soulful. Then, he held out his hand.

Just a boy, just an ordinary boy but
He was looking to the sky and…

“Huh?” I asked, confused. First he totally snubs me, and now he wants me to hold his hand?

“Come on.”

All it took were those two words and I felt all my resolve slowly melting away. Hesitantly, I slipped my hand into his bigger one. He smiled. “Great.”

As he asked if I could come along…
I started to realize that everyday he finds just what he’s looking for
And like a shooting star he shines
And he said…

And then he’s off. Leading me through the busy streets of Vancouver. Weaving in and out of traffic.

“Hey,” I yelled. “Where are you taking me? Hey! Hey!”

He stopped.

“Well?” I asked expectantly. “Where are you taking me?”

“Just follow me.”

Alarm! “What are you? Some kind of psycho?”

“You don’t live life to the fullest, do you?

“Huh?” Before I could utter another word, he pulled on my hand again. After three minutes of brisk walking, he finally slowed down.

The beach. Sounds of ocean waves crashing against the shore, and seagull twittering as they flew in circles in the sky. Strangely enough, the beach was almost empty. Except for us.

I found myself sitting down on a log. He sat next to me

“Hello.”

“Hi,” I muttered wryly.

“I know you.”

Okay, this was getting stranger by the minute. “That’s great for you. But I certainly don’t know you.” I got up to leave.

“Bernie, come on, don’t go.”

Bernie? I don’t know how he knew, but I sort of liked the sound of it. This was crazy.

“You look like a person with dreams.”

“So what if I am?”

He smiled, a warm and kind smile. “Care to share?”

“Number one, get out of this hellhole. Number two, get out of this hellhole, and three…”

“…Get out of this hellhole?” he continued for me.

“My thoughts exactly,” I smiled wistfully.

“So why aren’t you? You know what you want, you know what you need, you’re certainly not afraid to say it. So why don’t you go get it?”

I pondered over his words. I hadn’t ever thought about it in that way before. Sure, I knew I wanted to get away from Vancouver. I knew there were bigger things that I was destined for in the world. Dancing. But I hadn’t exactly thought about doing it. It just wasn’t something to think about.

How come this man could make me think things I never even given a second thought to before?

“Bernie,” he looked straight into my eyes. I shivered. It was as though he could see right into my soul. Suddenly I felt scared. He seemed like he was reading my heart and mind exactly. He could relate to what I going through.

But, I’d only known him for fewer than ten minutes. Yet, I felt I’d known him all my life.

“Do you feel free?” he continued. Then, he took off his shoes and socks, and lay them down beside the log. Again, he extended his hand, that sweet friendly gesture he had done before.

“Who are you?” I whispered to myself. Following his actions, I slipped out of my sneakers and stood up, following him. The smooth sand felt warm under my naked soles.

Take my hand, live while you can
Don’t you see you dreams lie right in the palm of your hand

And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Though they did now fail
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you’d swear those words could heal and…

As I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine
And I know that he’s no stranger
For I feel I’ve held him for all of time, and he said…

To my surprise, he started running. “Catch me if you can!” he yelled, in that lilting Aussie accent of his.

I stared after him in disbelief. What?

“Come on!”

Take my hand, live while you can
Don’t you see you dreams lie right in the palm of your hand

Please come with me, see what I see…

Surprisingly, I laughed out loud. This was crazy, he was crazy and I felt crazy. So what the heck? I took off after him, running as hard as I could. I could hear him laughing as well in the distance.

For a strange reason, I felt as thought I was flying. And most importantly, I felt free. And I loved every minute of it. And then I had a fleeting thought. Maybe, just maybe I could do more than I had been doing all along.

Touch the stars for time will not flee…
Time will not flee, can’t you see…

After what seemed like an eternity, I caught up to him. He stood there, smiling that beautiful smile again.

Skidding to a stop in front of him, I tried to catch my breath, huffing and puffing, and wiping my sweat off my forehead with my sleeve.

“Now you know what I’m talking about?”

I nodded wordlessly.

He held out his hand, palm facing the sky. “Everything is here, laid out on your palm. All you have to do is take it.” He closed his hand, gripping tightly.

“Take it,” I echoed.

Take my hand, live while you can
Don’t you see you dreams lie right in the palm of your hand

“Remember what I said now.”

I nodded again. “How could I forget?” I whispered.

He beamed, a slight lift of the corners of his mouth. “Close your eyes,” he said softly.

I did.

“Open,” he said in an even softer tone, so soft that it almost sounded faraway. “Open now.”

I did.

He was nowhere to be seen.

Just a dream, just an ordinary dream
As I wake in bed…

“Aaah!” I woke up with a start, a bead of sweat rolling down my cheek. “What was that?” I stuttered, catching my breath. “A dream?” I whispered to myself.

Sunshine streamed in through my open window. A dream? Could it be? It had all seemed so real, so vivid, so concrete. I had felt him. And he seemed like he had looked right into me. How could it be just a dream?

And that boy, that ordinary boy
Was it all in my head?
Didn’t he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real…

Standing up, I groaned. Everything had been so real. The holding hands, the beach, the running.

The beach!

My eyes opened in amazement. I dug my hands into the space between the quilt and the mattress and came up with…a big handful of sand.

“Rise and shine, Sunny!”

“Via, did you do any gardening lately?” I yelled. That would explain the sand. Via was extremely absent-minded and careless, always leaving things everywhere. I had found cheese in the bathroom cabinet and Fred’s soccer ball in the oven once.

No answer from outside. I shuffled out of my room and popped my head outside. “Via, did you by any cha…”

But as I looked to the door
I saw that boy standing there with a deal
And he said…

He was standing in the doorway. He. That guy. It was him.

Suddenly, Leila appeared. “Hey, finally, you’re awake. Ron’s band is here to practice; they needed to borrow Fred’s drums.”

“Oh.” That was all I could mutter. My gaze was still fixed on the tall, statuesque man next to her.

She caught my stare and smiled knowingly. “Bernice, meet Moses. He’s the fifth member of the band,” she laughed, using finger quotes around band.

“Hi,” he extended his hand. That movement seemed so familiar. And that accent so memorable. I could never forget it. That Aussie accent.

Take my hand, live while you can
Don’t you see you dreams lie right in the palm of your hand

“Hi,” I shook his hand. The way he gripped it, touched it, seemed exactly like my dream. Could it be?

He smiled; that very same smile. “Mind if I call you Bernie?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Sure.”

He smiled. I smiled back. An ordinary day? Maybe not after all.

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky…

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Okay so after proof-reading it for the second time, it feels a little strange in parts. Very different from what I’ve been writing all along, but I still hope you like it nonetheless *fingers crossed*

There and Back Again; Chapter 3

3 Feb

So, finally, the lazy fanfic writer in me completes a chapter of There and Back Again. You guys who read this fanfic are really too good to me. The amount of support I have for this piece of fanfiction is really overwhelming, and I just want to apologise for not repaying that support with quick steady updates! I’m not that good with words, so it kinda takes me longer than what your average writer would need. Anyway, since it’s been such a long time since I’ve updated, you can use the links below to refresh your memory, if necessary. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

Prologue
Chapter 1 – The Calm Before the Storm
Chapter 2 – You and I Collide

 

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Chapter 3 – Out of My Element

“You make me feel out of my element
Like I’m walkin’ on broken glass
Like my worlds spinnin’ in slow motion
And you’re movin’ too fast.” – Aly and AJ, Chemicals React.

Additional characters:
Mary Hon Ma Lei – Lan Yee (Auntie Lan)
Elaine Yiu Zhi Ling – Nurse Brenda Chen

Ben (Raymond Lam) walked into her room, his stethoscope bouncing around his neck as he walked over to Ka Ching’s bed. “Morning,” he grinned, grabbing her charts off the foot of her bed. “How’re you feeling today?”

“Better,” she smiled. ‘Now that you’re here,’ she added in her mind, but only she didn’t say it. It sounded way too flirty.

“Cool.”

“You must be the only doctor I’ve seen in this hospital who says ‘cool’,” she teased him.

Ben laughed, as he checked her stats. “Well, but aren’t I? Cool?”

“You don’t have as many cool points as I do, Dr. Chai.”

“Well, would this give me more cool points?” He produced a shiny fresh red apple from the pocket of his white coat.

Ka Ching (Leila Tong) eyed the apple. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Are you trying to wriggle out of your doctor duties and not come check on me tomorrow?”

“No,” he smirked. “I’m just trying to ease some of your pain of missing Dr. Chan. You said he’d bring you an apple and you’d knit him a scarf, didn’t you?”

“…oh”, Ka Ching managed to get out, taken aback by Ben’s words. She felt a blush creep over her cheeks as he scribbled something on her charts.

He laughed under his breath as he hung the charts back where it belonged. “I’ll be waiting for that scarf then.” And with that, he left the room, while Ka Ching felt herself smiling at the red apple all day long.

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Noelle (Bernice Liu) checked her watch impatiently, tapping her heel against the cool marble floor as she waited for the lift to come. “Come on,” she muttered under her breath.

It wasn’t exactly her fault that she was late. She needed, okay, maybe wanted, a new pair of heels, and the red peep-toe kitten heels she saw in Gemini in the mall were screaming out her name. But that wasn’t the point.

The point was Ben and Ah Lei would undoubtedly be annoyed. “It’s not like it’s my fault that they both chose such busy professions,” she grumbled again as the elevator doors dinged and opened. “And make me come all the way here just so we can have lunc-” Stepping in in mid-sentence, she stopped short in her tracks. Her eyes narrowed, but the doors had already closed behind her.

“You, again.” A voice sounded.

Noelle turned her back on him, slammed an index finger against the ‘3’ button and crossed her arms against her chest in a huff. “Yeah, so?” she retorted.

He snorted, and Noelle swore she could feel him smirk even with her back to him. “Don’t you have a day job?”

“In fact, I do,” she replied haughtily. “I’m a free-lance model and actress.”

He snorted again, this time louder than the first, and in true fashion, smirked. “I see.”

Annoyed, she whirled to face him. “And what’s wrong with that, huh?”

MC (Moses Chan) shrugged. “I can see why you’ve got so much free time on your hands then. Coming here all the time, shopping,” he said, nodding towards her paper bag which contained her new shoes. “It’s no wonder you’re not getting any jobs, really, with an attitude and face like that.”

Noelle’s mouth dropped in shock, her eyes flashing indignantly. “You- you-”

“Have a pleasant day, Ms. Man,” he said smoothly, and strode out of the elevator, leaving her furious and more agitated than she’d ever been.

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“I swear, if you guys keep on making me come here to meet you for lunch, we’re not going to be friends for much longer,” Noelle plopped down her shopping bags on a chair and collapsed into the chair next to it. “I hate him. I swear I do.”

Ben checked his watched and clucked his tongue comically. “Let’s see, you’re late, and we’re the ones who aren’t your friends anymore? Real sweet, Man Po Yee,” he joked as his best friend shot him a glare that could kill.

Suet Lei (Tavia Yeung) giggled. A day was not a day if it didn’t witness Noelle’s melodrama and Ben’s offbeat humour. “Okay, spill, who’s got you in such a twist now?” she asked as she pushed the plate of chips to Noelle, despite Ben’s protests.

Shooting her a grateful look, Noelle started. “That- that MC Lam. Who thinks he owns the earth. And acts like he’s the hottest guy on earth. And smartest. And strides around like a pompous jerk. And acts like he owns the freaking hospital!”

Ben chuckled. “I see you’ve met our famous doctor again.”

“Famous?” Noelle snorted. “Ridiculously annoying is more like it.”

“You know,” Suet Lei took a sip of her drink and nodded towards the table where MC was having lunch, complete with a flock of nurses around him. “I don’t speak for myself, but I know for a fact that plenty of nurses in this hospital would kill, and I repeat, kill, to be annoyed by him.”

“Probably shamelessly soaking up all the attention.”

Ben sniggered. “The nurses do have a thing for him, don’t they?” he noted as Suet Lei rolled her eyes and nodded. “I was walking past the nurses’ station this morning and they were all talking about who he’s going to bring to the charity ball, while Suet Lei sat there and did the Sudoku puzzle in the papers.”

“What?” Suet Lei protested. “He’s not my cup of tea. And besides, all they do is talk about him all day. I’ve heard so much about him that it’s boring, actually.”

“That’s my girl. Besides, who would actually want to date him? He might as well bring a mirror to that ball. Save him the fifty trips he’d need to make to the bathroom to keep his self-adoration quota up.”

“God, you’re good, Noelle. Sure, you don’t want to be a comedian instead of a model?” Ben laughed again. “Hey, besides, you gotta give the guy some credit. I could use a date to the charity ball too, and nobody’s knocking on my door like they are on his.”

“Why don’t you take Suet Lei?” Noelle asked, curious. “Or does our best friend have a date already?” she teased.

Suet Lei rolled her eyes. “I’m just a lowly nurse who’s unfortunately got a shift that night. Thank God.”

“Oh, too bad. Want me to go with you, Ben?”

Ben’s eyebrows raised. “Hey, that’s a good idea. Even though you’re probably ditch me for some other hot-shot doctor once we get there.”

“Hey!” Noelle reached across the table and swatted him on the arm. “That’s only like, half-true.”

Suet Lei giggled. “Why do I have a feeling there’s going to be some good stories the next day about this charity ball?”

“Yeah, Noelle’s probably going to have a war with MC again,” Ben laughed.

Noelle glared at the both of them, throwing a chip each their way, while the both of them laughed even harder.

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“Lan Yee, come on, sit down with me and eat.” Michael patted the chair next to him fondly.

Lan Yee (Mary Hon) looked back at him, shaking her head. “You know I’ve never gotten used to eating in the main dining hall.”

Michael smiled at her. If there was anyone in the world he truly respected and loved, it was Lan Yee. “You’ve been with us for thirty years now. There’s nothing to be shy about! Come on, I haven’t had a beautiful dinner date in ages,” he winked.

“Silly boy,” she laughed, albeit sitting down slowly. “Girls are lining up from here to Macau for a chance at a dinner date with you.”

“But none who can cook as well as you,” Michael joked.

Lan Yee’s tone grew serious. “You and your brother are exactly the same. Are either of you ever going to settle down?”

Michael smiled tightly. “Settling down’s not for me.”

She sighed. “Is it something I put into the food that results in the both of you being so playful when it comes to the love department?” Lan Yee asks, peering in to the food.

Putting down his chopsticks, Michael reached out to put an arm around her shoulders. “Now, MC and I don’t always agree, but I know he won’t object when I say that we’re not being serious because we judge every woman we date against a yard stick. And that yard stick’s you!” he laughed, when Lan Yee glared at him. “You set pretty high standards you know. Can’t blame us.”

“You and your sweet mouth,” she admonished. “If you put half as much effort into finding a job as you do into females, you’ll be a millionaire by now.”

“Well, if MC would let me have that damned trust fund, I would be,” Michael’s tone darkened.

Lan Yee looked at him firmly. “You know it’s not his fault. Your parents left your trust fund in both mine and MC’s hands to decide when you deserve it.”

“Which is ridiculous,” he rolled his eyes. “People get their trust funds when they’re eighteen or twenty-one. Look at me, I’m twenty-five!”

“Then start acting your age,” Lan Yee said, in a gentle tone.

If that had came out from anyone else’s mouth, Michael would have ignored it, exchanged a few harsh words, even. God knows MC gave him enough hell when it came to being serious. “It’s not like I don’t want to, Lan Yee. You tell me to grow up and find a job. So, I think about it. Seriously,” he emphasized. “I want to start a business. But if I don’t have my trust fund, where am I going to get my start-up capital? It just doesn’t make sense.”

“Business?” she asked warily. “Are you sure?”

“Of course,” Michael cajoled. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do since I was eighteen,” he said, twisting the truth a little. “Help me out here, Lan Yee. Please?” he gave her his best puppy-dog look.

Lan Yee pursed her lips. “I’ll…I’ll talk to MC about it.”

A big grin spread across Michael’s face. “You’re the best! MC listens to yo-”

“But I have my conditions!” she interjected.

He grinned, this was a good start. “Name it.”

“You could start bringing home a nice girl for once for me,” Lan Yee glared at him. “Honestly, I don’t know where you find all your girls. Makeup an inch thick, skirts five inches shorter than they should be.”

“Is that it?” Michael laughed.

Lan Yee raised an eyebrow. “Why, do you have a candidate already?”

He smiled. “Well, we’ll see.”

“Tell me!”

Nice, decent girl. She fit the description. “I think you won’t be disappointed,” he grinned, putting a piece of chicken into Lan Yee’s bowl. “Enough boring talk, let’s eat.”

*

Michael walked back into his room, a smile playing on his lips without even knowing it. Striding towards his desk, he ruffled through his top desk drawer, until he came up with a stack of name cards. Shuffling through them, he finally found what he was looking for.

Blooming’s Florist Pty Ltd. “Bingo.”

Every woman loved flowers, didn’t they? She would be no exception.

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Ben walked down the corridors of the hospital, mentally ticking off things off his to-do list in his head. It had been a tiring day, lots of patients to check on, a couple of surgeries, paperwork. And to top it off, he hadn’t been here for long. Half his residency had been done in the States where he had graduated. Here, he had to start all over again, and put in some extra work – more than what was expected from the others. It wasn’t that he minded working in Hong Kong. This was where home was, where his life had used to be. His best friends were here. He just never thought, never expected that he’d be back.

“Night, Dr. Chai!”

Ben smiled at the nurse. “Have a good night, Brenda,” he smiled politely in return to the flirtatious glance.

“Aren’t you leaving yet?”

“Umm,” he looked at his watch, feigning indifference. 1 a.m. “I think I’ll just hang around and wait for Suet Lei. She’ll almost be done soon,” he said, lying through his teeth. He knew very well that Suet Lei had left nearly five hours ago, having to work the graveyard shift tomorrow during the hospital charity dinner.

The nurse’s face fell. “All right then. Er,” she said, stalling for time. “Night again, Dr. Chai.”

Normally, he would’ve answered with a ‘call me Ben’, but he decided against it tonight. “Good night.” Turning around, he walked away, glancing at his watch again, having to allow her ten minutes to leave the hospital grounds before he could make his safe exit. He didn’t know what it was that they taught as this particular nurses’ station, but they sure were like hyenas. The others were fine; it was just this particular one that had all the clingy nurses. “Must’ve failed with MC this afternoon,” he chuckled to himself, walking back down the hall to his office.

A light still on in one of the private rooms caught his eye. Room 839. Ka Ching, he recalled from memory instantly. Smiling, he knocked on the door softly. He heard a soft shuffling to the door, which then promptly opened the size of a crack.

“Hey, it’s me.”

The door opened wider to show Ka Ching’s beautiful smile. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

“Why are you still awake?” Ben asked at the same time.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d play some Scrabble,” she shrugged, biting her lip as she told him. “Don’t laugh.”

“I love Scrabble. I wouldn’t laugh!” Ben instantly brightened up, grinning. “Up for a competition?”

Ka Ching raised an eyebrow, giggling at his reaction. “Are you sure? Don’t you have something else to do?”

“Relax, I’m off duty.”

“Bu- but, aren’t you tired or something?”

“Dude, it’s Scrabble,” Ben remarked, almost like a child. “Are you scared or something?” he teased.

Her mouth fell open in surprise. “No freaking way!”

She opened her door to let him in, shuffling back to her bed in her bunny slippers, while Ben walked in behind her, closing the door.

“Game on!” he grinned.

She stuck out her tongue at him. “We’ll see about that, Dr. Chai.”

He winked, and placed a few tiles on the board. This time, he corrected her, with no hesitation. “C’mon, call me Ben.”

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So, what do you think this time (yes, especially after such a long time. Did you forget all about the characters? Lol.)? All comments, whether compliments or criticisms, are fully welcome. 🙂 Remember to click on the comments button, or leave me a message on the tagboard to let me know! I really hope this chapter makes up for the super long wait. :-S

Fanfiction; And In This Crazy Life

3 Aug

Hello everyone! Wow, I’ve missed coming here everyday to read all your comments. My Internet was down for about five to six days, and finally my housemate managed to fix it. Couldn’t get started on any of the updates I’d planned (But I promise you, they’ll come…soon-ish? Hee.), plus, I went up to the mountains for a ski trip today.

However, I did get inspiration for a short, fluffy Moses/Bernice fic. I know there’s been so much of them both recently in this space, but I just couldn’t help with, what with the latest news of them watching the Manchester United match together. What makes it even better is that Man Utd is my favourite football team EVER. I’m an obsessed fan.

So yes, this here is a one-shot, stand-alone short Moses/Bernice fic. Just basically happy interaction, no drama, no angst. Let me know what you think! The title is taken from a super-cute Michael Buble song which I might use for a video later on. Enjoy!

 

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Shutting the door behind him, he sniffed at the air. Something smelt good, and his stomach rumbled a little. “Hey,” he called out.

“Hey, you’re home? I’m in the kitchen,” her voice rang out.

He smiled at the sound of her voice; it had a soothing effect on him after a long day out. Draping his jacket over the couch, he made his way into his kitchen, where she stood watch over the stove. He went up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I could get used to this,” he said.

She leant back against his chest as she stirred. “Used to what?”

“Come home after work and finding you in my kitchen,” he teased her.

She giggled. “Yeah well, I’m not planning making it a habit, mister. Don’t you think that you’re going to come home every day and find me here, putting food on the table.” She lifted the ladle out of the pot and brought it to her lips, blowing on it gently before turning around to face him. “Here, give it a try.”

He drank from the ladle, his eyes not leaving hers. “You have no idea how good that tastes.”

“Sweet-talker,” she smirked at him, before turning back to the stove and turning it off. “I took your mum out for dinner just now, by the way. Your mum’s brilliant, she said that all the reporters would be covering the pageant, and that no one would be following us.” She took off her apron and chuckled, “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. True enough, we had a great dinner with no one following us.”

He laughed along with her. “Of course, my mum takes after me, after all.”

She rolled her eyes playfully at him, and let him lead her out of the kitchen. “So, how was the event?”

“Okay,” he shrugged. “You know how pageants are.”

“Gee, being surrounded by 20 pretty girls? How tough, poor you,” she joked.

He laughed at her antics. “None of them had anything on you. You would’ve beaten them all flat, seriously.”

“You’re just saying that so you’ll get some soup later.”

“Well, you came specially to make the soup for me, didn’t you?” he reached out for her and pulled her to him, his hands resting on the small of her back. Almost instantly, he felt her wrapping her arms around him, her hands gently caressing the back of his neck. “And besides, I know you can’t resist me,” he teased her.

Laughing, she raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Mm-hmm,” he mumbled, as he pressed his lips on her left cheek, and then the right, before brushing her soft lips with his own. “A kiss for a spoon of soup.”

She smiled; he loved it when she did, because her entire face just lit up when her lips broke into a curve. “You’ve got another say, fifteen more spoonfuls to go before you can make a bowl of soup, Mr. Chan.”

He grinned back at her. “The pleasure’s all mine.” He plopped down on the couch, pulling her down on his lap. “So, what’d you do today?”

“Oh!” she exclaimed, sounding like a little girl. “I meant to tell you earlier. I finally caught up on those recorded Heart of Greed episodes.”

He felt a little nervous. Her opinion mattered to him so much. “What do you think?” he asked.

“I loved it,” her eyes lit up. “You were amazing.” She traced little circles on his palm with her fingers. “Although, I have to admit, I was a little jealous,” she joked.

“Jealous?” Worriedly, he pulled her closer to him, his arm tightening around her. “You don’t have to-”

“Relax,” she laughed at his expression, while she played with the tips of his hair at his neck. “I’m joking. It was a bit difficult to watch your romantic scenes with her, but hey, I was most professional and watched as a viewer, and not as your girlfriend.”

He smiled back at her, as his palm splayed across the back of her waist where her tee shirt had ridden up, holding her to him. “So professional, huh?” he teased her.

“Uh-huh,” she smirked. “And with my professional eye, with utmost fairness, I have come to the conclusion that you will win best actor at the anniversary awards this year.

“You’re biased!” he laughed.

Shaking her head, she said, “Hey, of course I’m a biased girlfriend. But I’m not just all that; I also really, really, really think you deserve it this year.” She kissed him on the side of his forehead. “Honestly.”

He felt himself grinning from ear to ear; he just couldn’t help it. Of course he hoped he’d get it. It was what he worked hard for every year. The coveted Best Actor award. But it meant even more that she’d thought so. “So, what do I get from you if I do?”

“More soup?” she quipped, and then giggled, when he mock-glared at her. “A kiss, then.”

“A kiss, huh,” he laughed as he pretended to ponder her prize. “Just a kiss?”

She nodded, trying to fight back her laughter. “Just a kiss.”

“Well,” he said, his voice serious, his heart racing. “What if I decide to claim that kiss during the award show?”

Her expression changed when she realized what he was saying. “Wha- I mean- Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious of anything in my life,” he smiled at her. It all felt perfectly right now. Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Except the both of them. “I love you.”

“I know you do,” she caressed his cheek. “And I love you too. That’s enough for me.”

“No, but that’s not enough for me,” he said, his eyes darkening with passion. “I love you. And I know you know that. But I want everyone else to know too.” He waited for her answer, holding his breath without knowing it.

She gazed back at him, and slowly, her mouth broke into a big smile. “Kiss me now.”

He chuckled, feeling relieved and elated all at the same time. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s not going to be if you don’t kiss me now,” she teased him, barely able to finish her sentence before his lips met hers. There was nothing more perfect than this. She kissed him back, losing herself in his touch, his breath.

The soup in the kitchen wasn’t hot anymore, but neither of them cared. After all, it didn’t matter. It was the both of them that did.

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There and Back Again; Chapter 1

21 Jul

Hey everyone! I don’t know if you still remember that prologue to my fic which I posted quite sometime ago, but finally, I’ve got the first chapter together. Here’s who’s who in my fic, and a little peek into their character and history. Remember to let me know what you think – I’m really nervous with this fic and writing it, because I’m not sure what you guys enjoy reading. Here we go!

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There and Back Again; Main Characters

Moses Chan Ho
Dr. Lam Man Chung/MC
Top neurosurgeon at Yan Sang Hospital. Will most likely be chief of his department once the current chief of neurosurgery retires. Renowned surgeon and excellent as what he does, this character is modelled after Moses’ MC character in HH II and III. Handsome, intelligent and arrogant, his cool demeanour makes him Yan Sang’s most eligible, yet unattainable bachelor. Does not get along with his younger brother Michael. Their parents are divorced, with his father passing away recently, and his mother nowhere to be found. The person he considers closest to family is Lan Yee, the long-time faithful family helper.

Raymond Lam Fung
Dr. Chai Fung/Ben
Completed his medical internship and several years of his residency in the States where he had first obtained his medical degree. Transfered back to Hong Kong not long ago to care for his parents. Has been accepted at Yan Sang to complete his residency. Long-time friends of Noelle and Suet Lei, the trio are finally reunited after his many years in the US. A filial son, commited worker and kind at heart, his amiable and easy-going personality make him well-liked by many. Although witty, outgoing and flirty by nature, he’s always pushed love to the back of his life queue.

Bosco Wong Chung Chak
Lam Man Kit/Michael
The second and youngest son of the rich Lam family, and born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Fresh after graduate school, he has been jobless for a year, and still goes about his partying and womanising ways, living off the family fortune left behind by his late father. Like his brother, he can’t stand his sibling’s guts either, but treats Lan Yee very well, who just might be the only woman in the world he has treated with such respect thus far. Cocky, fun-loving and immature, he has never felt love, although he doesn’t know it.

Bernice Liu Bik Yee
Man Po Yee/Noelle
Sensual, vivacious and beautiful, she is an aspiring model-actress who has trouble committing. Going through boyfriends as quickly as fashion changes, she keeps only her dear friends near. However, despite her shell of an appearance, she is very vulnerable insides. Growing up with Suet Lei’s family has given her the parental love she lost when she was young; Suet Lei is the sister she never had. Together with Ben, the three of them leave behind the good old days of high school and learn to live and love.

Leila Tong Ling
Chan Ka Ching/Ah Ching/Ching Ching
A cancer patient for the past five years, she has been in and out of Yan Sang hospital more times than she can remember. Through out these past years, she has formed a strong sisterly relationship with Suet Lei, who is one of the nurses at Yan Sang. With a strong will to live, she has overcome every single medical obstacle life has thrown her thus far with her positive outlook and bubbly personality. However, a recent relapse brings her back to Yan Sang again, and she builds up the strength to fight all over again.

Tavia Yeung Yi
Tam Suet Lei
Simple and normal – these two words sum up all she needs from life. A nurse at Yan Sang, she goes about her responsibilities with heart and commitment. Always never daring to hope for more than necessary, she is often admonished by her closest friends, Noelle and Ben, to live life outside the box for once. Has a good friendship with Ka Ching, one of the patients at Yan Sang as well as a warm-loving family.

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Chapter 1 – The Calm Before the Storm

“Calm before the storm set it off
And the sun burnt out tonight.

A reception less than warm set it off
And the sun burnt out tonight.”
– Fall Out Boy, Calm Before the Storm.

“Po Yee!” Suet Lei (Tavia Yeung) yelled as she poured some juice into a glass. “Get up, you pig!”

An incoherent mumble came from the top of the stairs. “Nggggghhhh. Why do you feel the need to yell every morning?”

Suet Lei rolled her eyes. “Hey, you asked me to wake you up at nine today, and that’s exactly what I did,” she said, nodding towards the clock. “Come on, eat up, or you’ll be late.”

Noelle (Bernice Liu) shuffled to the table in her bunny slippers and plopped down, her long curly hair tousled from sleep. “Morning shift today?”

“Uh huh, one of the attending doctors got promoted, and Ben’s taking over all his patients, so I’ve gotta go make sure that goes smoothly.”

“Wow,” Noelle noted. “Does that mean Ben’s next in line?” She’d known Ben from high school; they’d been lab partners the first year and had been good friends ever since. She’d roped in Suet Lei into their friendship, and as fate would have it, Ben and Suet Lei were now working at the same hospital. “You really should consider him, you know. He’s hot,” she winked.

“Are you sure you’re supposed to refer to one of our closest guy friends like that?” Suet Lei rolled her eyes. “Besides, ew, he’s so close that it’s incest.”

“Well, he doesn’t have to know. He’d get conceited anyway, if he knew I thought he was hot,” she laughed. “How is he, anyway? I can’t believe I’ve only seen him twice since he came back from that job in the States. Okay wait, you know what, on second thought, do not go after him, he’s practically married to his job.”

“You’re rambling,” Suet Lei noted dryly.

“But you’re listening,” Noelle shot back affectionately, and the both of them started giggling. The both of them could banter back and forth like that for hours, but it was all affectionate. The both of them had grew up next to each other, and when Po Yee’s parents died when she was 8, she spent most of her time next door, and was the older sister Suet Lei never had. Only that Suet Lei was the more responsible one, and Po Yee was the more carefree one. It was a role reversal that worked for them, and that had strengthened this fourteen year friendship.

Suet Lei checked her watch, and downed the last of her juice. “Okay, enough!” she admonished when Noelle continued giggling. “I’ve got to run; I’m going to be late. See you later!”

“Say hi to all the good-looking doctors for me!” Noelle yelled as Suet Lei was halfway out the door.

“Finish your toast!” came the answer, and the door slammed shut.

Noelle smiled to herself, shaking her head, and stuffed the last of her toast into her mouth, enjoying the silence of the house while it lasted. Suet Lei’s parents would soon be back from the taichi lessons at the park and the market respectively, and her younger brother would be wrapping up his morning job right about now. The entire family were such early birds that it made her feel like a complete pig at times.

Remembering their earlier conversation about Ben, she flipped her phone open and texted him to see if he wanted to meet her and Suet Lei for lunch. “I wonder if the workaholic even takes lunches these days,” she wondered out aloud, giggling to herself as she awaited a reply.

It would be just like the old days.

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MC Lam (Moses Chan) glanced critically at his brother over the top of the morning papers. Disheveled and barely out of bed, his younger brother shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

“What?” Michael (Bosco Wong) met his gaze defiantly.

“Why don’t you get a job?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I told you, I’m still looking.”

“Maybe you should look harder.”

Michael snorted. “Why does it matter to you?”

MC shook his head and returned to the morning headlines. He knew his parents had told him to look after his brother before they had passed away, but he was a fully grown adult. Wait, make that fully grown useless adult. If he wasn’t going to bother, why should he?

A girl, dressed in a crumpled tank top and jeans came down the stairs, her hair messy. Taking one last look at Michael, her expression changed when he didn’t notice. “Bye, Michael,” she said pointedly.

Michael finally glanced up. “Bye,” he said coolly, his eyes returning to his breakfast.

MC glanced after her as she stomped noisily out of their front door past Lan Yee. “Is that a different girl from the one that came down yesterday?”

“Yeah, but this one isn’t as annoying.”

“It might do you some good to stop fooling around.”

Michael snorted. “I’ll take advice from people who actually deserve to dish it out, thanks very much. Don’t think I didn’t hear you and your new flavour of the week last night in bed. Walls in this house aren’t all that thick.”

MC shrugged. “It’s different,” he said coolly.

“Right,” Michael rolled his eyes. “We both enjoy women. We’re both players. But at least I have the balls to admit it.” Standing up, he tossed the magazine he was reading on the table, and jogged up the stairs, the sound of his room door slamming heard a few seconds later.

Lan Yee watched the interaction with a heavy heart. As much as they both would deny it, the two brothers were actually emotionally more alike that they ever knew. Sure, MC had the career, the golden reputation in the medical world, while all Michael did was grace magazine covers with his rich-boy flings. ‘But, in actual fact, both of them shared far more in common than they realized’, she lamented to herself. She loved them both like they were her own sons, for she was the only parent figure that was around when they were little toddlers.

“Lan Yee?” MC’s voice shook her out of her thoughts. “Are you all right? Did Michael’s slamming of the door startle you?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” Pausing for awhile, she then spoke again. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on your brother sometimes.”

“You shouldn’t spoil him you know.”

Lan Yee smiled. That was the same answer he gave her all the time. “I spoil you too. Do you think you would have just the right amount of sugar in your coffee every morning, if I didn’t?”

MC smiled. “I’ll come home early for soup tonight, I promise.”

*

“Nurse, where are my white lilies? And my handpicked blue M&Ms?” Chan Ka Ching (Leila Tong) demanded, placing one hand on her right hip.

Suet Lei mock-glared at her as she walked into the room. “Well, Ms. Diva, the last I checked, your name wasn’t Britney Spears, or even anything remotely famous.”

Ka Ching giggled. “Oh come on, where’s the morning humour?”

“Flushed down the toilet with the bowels of the patient in Room 432’s.”

“Oh, you are so disgusting.”

“But I’m your favourite friend at this hospital anyway, admit it,” Suet Lei laughed.

“I don’t know. Dr MC Lam’s pretty hot. He could be my new favourite.”

Suet Lei rolled her eyes. “You had better join the long, long queue, if you’re going to join his fan club. Certified playboy, never stuck with the same woman for more than three weeks, or that’s what the gossip queen at the nurses’ station is saying.”

“I bet she’s been trying to get his attention since Day 1 and has miserably failed,” Ka Ching giggled.

“That’s probably why she’s been so bitter about it.” The both of them laughed. “But I didn’t think he was your type anyway, Ah Ching.”

“Nah, he’s not. Too cool for a girl like me.”

“Yeah, me too. I just want to find someone normal.”

Ka Ching smirked. “See now, you’ve gone and jinxed it. You’re probably never going to find that boring, nice man you’ve always dreamed about.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with being nice?” Suet Lei protested.

“Nothing. It’s just that it wouldn’t hurt you to live dangerously for once,” Ka Ching winked.

“Dangerous? Me? Hah! You have got to be kidding me. Now, take your pills and I’ll be back in an hour’s to check on you.”

*

“Hey, free tmrw, Mr. Hotshot? Suet Lei and I wanna have lunch with you…okay by you?”

Shaking his head, Ben (Raymond Lam) quickly texted a reply and put his phone back into his pocket. Over the years, he had lost count of the many nicknames Noelle had conjured up for him. Absent-mindedly, he walked down the hall, rattling off patient history in his head as he went along. Taking over all of Dr. Chan’s patients was not going to be an easy feat. It would probably mean late nights and off-days being constantly on call, but that wasn’t going to deter him. He thrived on it.

Knocking on the first door on his right, he heard a sunny ‘come in’ before pushing it open. “Morning,” he said cheerfully.

His patient smiled at him. “Hi,” she paused, reading off his name tag before continuing. “Dr. Chai.”

Ben returned her smile. “Please, just Ben. Between you and me, the whole Dr. Chai thing makes me feel ten years older.”

Ka Ching winked. “See, you look more like a ‘Ben’ than a ‘Dr. Chai’, anyway. Where’s Dr. Chan?”

“Dr. Chan got promoted, and his patients got passed on to me,” Ben checked her charts, and noted down her stats.

“And he didn’t even come say goodbye?” Ka Ching feigned hurt. “I’m heart-broken. Me and him, we had a special thing going on, you know. He’d bring me an apple, I’d knit him a scarf. Things like that.”

Ben smirked, one of his eyebrows raised. “Interesting.”

“Yup, and now he got promoted and forgot all about me and just passed me to you?” she mirrored his smirk. “Real smooth of him.”

“Well,” Ben leaned a little closer and put on a conspirational tone, “Considering the fact that he’s twice your size and a good thirty years older than you, the last time he had to be smooth was probably what, three decades ago? I’d say he’s a little out of practice.”

“Hey, you don’t have to be young to be smooth,” Ka Ching retorted. “Are you implying that you’re smooth?”

He laughed a little under his breath. This was turning out to be a good morning already. “Maybe. We’ll see.”

She laughed with him, and he decided that he liked the sound of her laughter. Ringing, melodic, sweet. “So, I’m in good hands, eh?”

“You could say that,” Ben smiled, and hung her charts back on the foot of her bed. “Now, off to my other patients, or else they’ll accuse me of forgetting them too. I’ll tell Dr. Chan you said hi.”

Ka Ching smiled to herself as he left the room, humming a tune to herself. Suddenly, the sky seemed bluer and somehow, she found herself waiting eagerly to the next time Dr. Chai would come in to check on her again.

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Author’s note: There you go! All six characters introduced and have made an appearance – any thoughts? Is it too long? Criticisms? Suggestions? Questions? Come on, talk to me. 🙂