I own nothing except for the crack that resides in my own head.
Gokudera-shi took this picture during the fireworks during the 4th celebration; Vongola had been learning about American traditions as of late, and he encouraged (read: pushed) his guardians to help him celebrate. The rest of the family was in the other pictures you took, but this you claimed as yours, the "Family Bonding" scrapbook forgotten. It was a silly picture, and you're glad to see this side of him. Growing up, the weight of being the right hand man multiplied during the years. You noticed.
Gokudera-shi's in the lower corner of the picture, and you occupy the rest. It wasn't a good picture on your part; you were squatting next to a firecracker that just would not light and a face that showed laziness with irritation. That nagging voice you heard before you left TOLD you to take your sunglasses, but your brain decided that you don't need it since its night. Entrusting the picture in the confines of the picture frame, you place it next to the other stuff Gokudera-shi deemed 'romantic': the teddy bear whose color scheme hurt your eyes ( Is he colorblind?) and the Biology book that he knows, you know, and everyone else knows you are never going to read ( "If you aren't going to train, at least study Stupid Cow!" ).
What am I even doing-
Well, more of this wreck is sure to come!