Fun in the snow 2!

I might change the title later...I can`t really do it with 2 at the end...can i? Well I would think that would be lazy and...Really boring? You guys got any ideas? Or are you all to hyped up to read this. Pm me if u have an epithany.

Well I bet your surprised but here goes- the squeakel to "Fun in the snow"

FYI: i`m really hoping to push my review marks to at least above 80-hopefully 100 so! Please x3. Show the love!

Also-if you have just found this i would read the first one so you went get confused :3

Me: I don't own this besides the riveting plot- see what I did there X3

Anyway any suggestions for songs etc...Shoot.

Fairytale of Christmas day

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Alex jumped awake as he heard the lyrics blast his ear drums.

Damn Tom and his death ears.

Rubbing his eyes groggily he turned his body so his feet were planted on the floor-which was freezing. Tom had slept over the night before and as he looked into the mirror in the far corner you could certainly tell it wasn`t sleep he had.

Groaning he pushed himself up from the bed and slung on his nightgown as he passed the doorway, rubbing his eye tiredly as he remembered taking the familiar steps last year where Jack had tried a new technique of waking him up-but this time Jack was away on holiday with her parents though she would be home tonight. Quite frankly Alex was happy with being on his own-it meant less paranoia and more mess.

Oh those are the teenage years

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

Yawning again Alex ruffled his mess of hair while stepping over the fallen T.V. he stopped briefly and tried to think as to why the T.V was on the floor. But it just caused his brain to clog so instead he found himself stepping over random cushions and one glass bowl- lucky intact to find himself in the mess of a kitchen. He jumped into the seat by the counter and looked around...ALL AROUND

"Bloody hell what happened?" Every time he tried to register last night all it would equal was tipsy sleepover with lots of friend- oh...right there....tipsy + party = smashed up house. He fell forward with a loud bang and groaned again

"Why me!?...Tom you`re so dead." He muttered then blinked an eye open as he heard a rustling by the cupboards. Instantly he was alert and, with cold hazel eyes he strategically made his way over to the dryer.

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me

Broadway was waiting for me

Alex blinked at the lyric "promised me" It reminded him of a certain ice blue man who had made a promise but had clearly broken it- it was Christmas...and no him. Shaking his head as if the words were simply dust-he crept closer and nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice

"Guys!...Guys this isn`t funny. God I feel sick....Guys! Open this friggin door"

Bang-bang-bang

"Seriously I'm gunna punch you so hard you won`t be able to WALK for a month...and that`s straight. Gu-!"

That was when Alex thrust the tumble dryer`s door open and Tom rolled out sprawling unceremoniously onto the floor at Alex`s feet.

"Shit; light- it burns!" Tom groaned, placing his arm over his face, twisting his body away. He blinked as he looked into amused chestnut eyes.

"Alex?" it was more of a statement then a question but Alex felt like he needed to answer

"Funnily enough yes? But can I ask- why the hell are you in my tumble dryer?"Alex raised an eyebrow as Tom-clearly disgruntled at being found like this- tried to be a man with a good come back. And he would have

Had it not been for Alex mobile to ring out it`s shrill tune

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

"AHH Fu- My head!" he then proceeded to try and cover his ears. But then found that meant the lights were spearing hatefully into his eyes.

"Ahh light!" And with that he rolled over with a few curses and something like "Pick up the friggin phone" but it was muffled and came out like -

The boys of the NYPD choir
were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

"Prick, the fucking phone" Alex gave him a sympathetic yet amused smile and pressed OK on his phone.

Meanwhile Tom had begun to secretly worship the floor as it`s cool texture brought him back to reality and soothed his mind numbing headache. Yes, he now had a deep respect for kitchen floors.

Though he was broken out of his revue by the sound of an excited girl's voice, but there was something important...something missing.

Tom looked up at Alex with one eye, he seemed to be preoccupied with talking to this girl...he could hear directions and a deep appreciation. But something really didn't add up

Tom thought...and he thought hard

1-theirs is a girl on the other end of Alex`s phone and it seems friendly...

Tom blinked open his other as he noticed Alex grabbing a few things.

2-leaving the house with only a wallet phone and...Something small.

Tom rubbed his eyes then it hit him

3- it wasn`t Sabina`s voice

Tom gaped up at him and for the first time Alex seemed to notice him. Guilty he spoke goodbye to her then pushed his phone into his trousers.

"Alex..."

"Tom" he folded his arms

"Are you dating a girl?" Tom sure was blunt, could have been worse

Alex flushed scarlet

"No I am not, just cos I'm talking to a girl does not mean I am dating her"

Tom wriggled his eyebrows

"Just for a bounce then" he sniggered but groaned when Alex picked up his school bag from his counter and dropped it onto his head

You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old slut on junk
lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

"AH frig- what the hell do you have in there a dictionary!" he rubbed his head roughly

"No-two" Alex replied smirking.((1))

You scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

"Now if you don't mind me I've got to go- don't break anything, clean up if you can and..." he looked at the writhing mass of Tom on the floor

"Do you need any paracetemol?"

"Yea could you get me some?"

"No their in the cupboard" Alex answered bluntly, then turned and headed for the door as Tom struggled into a stand.

The boys of the NYPD choir
were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

"Well don't forget to wrap you-"Tom ducked as he narrowly missed a thesaurus

"Bloody hell was that a thesaurus?" Tom sniggered.

But then the door crashed shut causing the headache in Toms head to explode. He groaned and returned to the kitchen floor, wincing slightly as the world outside spun.

Parties were hell.

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
you took my dreams from me
When I first found you

And so were relationships Alex thought bemusedly as the song of "Fairytale of New York" followed him into town...

I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own

"Cant make it all alone" He murmured to himself and he wondered to himself as to why that line made him feel strange.

I've built my dreams around you….

"Yea sure he has...." Alex muttered darkly but then the bass struck up and he smiled softly

the boys of the NYPD choir
were singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

((1)) thats a quote from "Fruits basket" J`adore Kyo