This was literally based off of a dream I had. I dreamt that I was Lucy, and we were celebrating Christmas in my house (my real life home) and Lockwood kept randomly talking in Spanish to George and arguing with him. For some reason, the Christmas tree was in the freezer in the garage. Really, the only changes I made between the dream and this fic were the houses, I felt it would be better if we had it at Lockwood's house, and that Lucy/me was very sweet and innocent in the dream, and in this one, she's just Lucy. XD Also, it starts off with Lucy talking to someone, and the examples she uses are based off of some of my experiences.
This has been the weirdest Christmas ever. You think yours was weird, or bad? You think that it can't get worse than three younger brothers screaming, and arguing? Try me. Our tree was tiny and in the freezer, and Lockwood kept randomly talking in Spanish, switching back and forth, and arguing with George.
It started when I came back with their presents. George was whining about food, as usual, and he was whining about the tree as well.
"Could it be any smaller, Lockwood?" He complained, with his usual amount of sarcasm.
"Si-"he said, followed by some other words I couldn't catch.
I face palmed, and set the gifts down. "One: where's the tree? Two: Lockwood, why are you talking in Spanish?"
"It's in the freezer," Lockwood answered in English.
"Why is it in the freezer?" George asked irritably.
Lockwood proceeded to say something else in Spanish to George. I groaned in frustration. Now I knew how they felt when I talked to the skull. I briefly wondered if they were doing it on purpose.
"Would you mind telling me what you're saying?" I crossed my arms and glared.
They ignored me and kept arguing, Lockwood randomly switching between Spanish and English. I had enough.
"HEY!" I yelled. They shut up and stared at me. "Either tell me what you're saying, or if not, then let's please just get the tree out of the fridge, and go to the basement."
They grinned sheepishly at me, and brought out the tree. We made George carry the tree because he needed the exercise, but we also had to hear him complain about his poor old back. We exchanged presents, and had a good time after the initial strangeness.
Ah, that was fun. I love writing these kinds of fics. They're funny, and just plain fun to write. *starts playing random awesome songs*