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Post by Miso on Dec 5, 2006 22:32:09 GMT 10
((This takes place presumably after the house was repaired))
The dining room of the Davis' home was decked out in party gear. There were streamers hanging from the ceiling, a bright green bulb in the ceiling lamp, and the couch off to the side was almost completely hidden under the presents in shiny wrapping paper.
On the table was a banquet similar to the one that was on that very table the day. A huge roasted chicken, green and pasta salads, potatoes, mashed and roasted, roasted onions and carrots, a gravy boat, and a jug of cheese sauce.
There were also a couple of plates of sausage rolls and cheerios too.
There was one thing the banquet was missing though. A birthday cake. There were no candles either. But there was a large, frosted, bright green wine bottle with a single white candle stuck in it. The wick was alight and the flame was dancing.
Christina opened the door to the family home. She and Drake had just come back from a walk in the late autumn afternoon. She took off her coat and Drake's too, and they proceeded into the dining room.
"Surprise!" Laura, Oliver and Roger yelled, all with huge grins and party hats.
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 5, 2006 22:36:30 GMT 10
Drake had walked in, And got the crap scared out of him, He Walked in smiling. Hmm, No birthday cake. He thought to himself. Old habits die hard.
This is amazing He wrote down on a peice of paper.
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Post by Miso on Dec 5, 2006 22:49:13 GMT 10
"Happy birthday, Drake," Christina muttered in his ear as she hugged him.
"Oh, tis no trouble, my dear," Laura said. "You deserve it! Sixteen years old! Wow, I remember back when I was sixteen - but I'm not going to tell you anything about it! This is your day. Try to enjoy it!"
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 5, 2006 23:06:54 GMT 10
I will. I had been three weeks since Drake had been diagnosed and stopped talking. He didn't know his own voice anymore.
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Post by Miso on Dec 6, 2006 12:52:52 GMT 10
"Presents!"
Christina grabbed one of the many presents on the sofa and shoved it, albeit carefully, into his hands.
"Mine first!"
The present was boxlike in shape, after all, it was in fact a box. Inside the box was a marble statue of a couple dancing, a memento of their first date, dancing in the rain.
The couple stood on a platform, which had been hollowed out and a mechanism had been placed inside it. When wound up, the couple rotated on the platform and the musical mechanism had been specially made to play "I Can't Stop Loving You" by Van Halen.
Christina had made the statue, and had paid for the mechanisms to be put in it.
Christina grinned as she waited for Drake to open it.
((You do the rest of the presents, as you most probably have a better idea of what Drake would like.))
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 6, 2006 14:27:38 GMT 10
Upon opening the present he was gobsmacked. Scrawling on on eof his pages he wrote two words. Thankyou. Opening another present he saw an art book, and a few pencils. They were all diferent colours. And in there was a pacer aswell.
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Post by Miso on Dec 6, 2006 20:06:18 GMT 10
"Oliver picked out the art book and pencils," Roger said.
Oliver was silent. He had an embarrassed smile on his face.
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 6, 2006 20:11:59 GMT 10
How did you know? I haven't told anyone. Drake wrote down on a peice of paper sliding it over to Oliver.
He picked up a package, It was large. On the card it had written on it From your friends at the institute. He opened it up and in it was a laptop computer. Coloured chrome. He shot an inquisitive look at Christi8na and then to the rest of the family.
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Post by Miso on Dec 6, 2006 20:14:59 GMT 10
"It was nothing really," Oliver muttered. "I just had a hunch."
"Don't ask us," Laura said, smiling. "A robot dropped it off while you were out."
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 6, 2006 20:31:15 GMT 10
Bob, I betcha He wrote down, showing it to Christina. He powered up the laptop. An instant messenger popped open almost immediatley. <robot Bob Sent you a file> The file Opened to see everyone at the institute saying happy brithday Drake.
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Post by Miso on Dec 6, 2006 20:34:06 GMT 10
Christina grinned. "Awesome,"
"How nice of them to do that for you," Laura added.
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 6, 2006 20:44:06 GMT 10
Your telling me. I never thought I would live to see that happen Drake wrote. He opened his artbook and started drawing. He was an amazingly good, fast drawer. This was one of the picture in the locket the was around Christinas neck. He had memorized it in every detail and even added in some colour. He held it up to give to Christina. For you. He wrote with his other hand.
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Post by Miso on Dec 6, 2006 20:54:47 GMT 10
Christina grinned as she accepted the picture.
"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Thank you!"
She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Her family looked pointedly away.
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 7, 2006 12:30:16 GMT 10
It's no problem. He wrote. Then opening another present he saw that he got a new phone.
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Post by Miso on Dec 7, 2006 20:59:31 GMT 10
"We didn't think you had one, so there you go," Laura said kindly.
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