[ COACH ] Mick
[ SONG | ARTIST ] Christmas Song | Owl City
[ WATTPAD WORD COUNT ] 1,378 words
“Ting-a-ling! Ting-a-ling! Joy to the world, the Lord has come!”
Christmas songs. They are appreciated by many. Sung by hundreds of children. Heartily rejoiced by Christians.
“Let earth receive her king!”
But the man wearing red leather jacket with black shirt underneath can’t seem to appreciate... any part of it.
“Fuck off, idiots!” Told ya.
The children flew away with their heads down. Poor them.
The man, with his red Vans, kicked a small stone that vanished to the black atmosphere of the night. He frowned and stomped his feet, “The fuck am I doing in this park Lord Satan?” He sighed roughly, “Without my shitty horns and swellish wings?”
“Ooh. F words are bad.” A woman appeared from the man’s back. Rephrasing, a stupid woman suddenly appeared from the man’s back.
“Oh shit!” The man exclaimed upon hearing a voice from his back.
“S words are also not good.”
The man stood and faced the culprit. His frown turned to an irritated face as he observed the long black hair of a girl wearing a white floral dress. She looks like a foreigner from somewhere in the west because of her tan and reddish cheeks. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Wrong question.” The woman answered and smiled as she approached the man. “But I am Aria.”
“The hell. I don’t care. Get the hell out of my sight you bi—”
The woman, rephrase, the stupid woman embraced the man which caused the latter to cut out his word.
He grew stiff upon the woman’s hug. “Why are you doing this?” The man can't understand anything. He’s supposed to push her away but... there’s this weird unconsciousness that prevents him from the doing it.
“Everytime you say those forbidden words, I will hug you!” The woman let go of him and smiled cheerfully.
“You shi—“
“We wish you a merry Christmas! We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year!” The woman sung her heart out then ran towards the swing, dragging the furious man along. She sat and happily said, “Push me please?”
“I am no slave of yours god dam—“
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly! Fa la la la la, la la la la!”
The man looked at the girl with intensity. He's oh so irritated. He looked at his hands and raised it. “Abolesco!” He smiled wickedly.
“Abolesco? Latin for vanish. Who do you want to be vanished?” The woman queried while staring at the man’s hand.
The man’s jaw dropped. He looked at his hand then cursed. The girls stood and hugged him. He cursed more and her hug tightened. He wanted to beat the hell out of this woman but he’s body won’t obey his mind. “ Even my powers are gone! And you! Why can’t I hurt you mother fucker?!”
The woman chuckled, “One more curse and I will kiss you.”
“Try it and your soul will lost in hell.”
“No way, really?”
The man sighed heavily. He seems tired of shooing away the woman, “Who are you?”
