Christmas is always a fun time of year. Peace on Earth, goodwill towards men and all that. Well, peace is nonexistent when your roommate is Matt and the angel never said anything about goodwill towards your annoying best friend. Why is he so annoying you ask? Because, for a thirteen year old, he still acts pretty childish. And this year, he's discovered just how annoying "Jingle Bells" can be. He's been singing or humming or whistling it for the past two days. I swear I'm gonna go insane!
I was helping some other kids decorate the Christmas tree in the main parlor. Trying to get some peace and quiet. Yeah right. As if he read my thoughts, a certain redhead came walking in carrying another box of ornaments. He set to work on the other side of the tree. Even that couldn't muffle the sound of his irritating humming. A kid beside me started singing "I wanna hippopotamus for Christmas" under his breath. After a few minutes I muttered, "Yeah, and I want a sniper rifle for Christmas." The kid looked at me. "Why? You gonna shoot the hippopotamus?", he asked, laughing. "Of course not.", I shook my head and continued. "I'm not into animal cruelty. I'm gonna do Wammy's House a favor and shoot Johnny Jingle Bells over there." I nodded in Matt's direction.
Of course, Matt heard this and began singing that horrible song. I growled in annoyance. We spent the rest of the time decorating the tree, listening to the most annoying Christmas carol ever written. After we were done, Matt and I threw on our coats and boots and went outside. Matt immediately ran over to the large oak tree at the edge of the yard and pulled himself onto a low hanging branch.. I followed, sitting on the branch beside him. He was still humming that song.
"Matt, will you kindly shut up!", I said, getting seriously annoyed. This just caused him to start whistling the song. I clenched my teeth in frustration. Then I got an idea. An awful idea. I got a wonderful, awful idea! "Ya know, Matt, I got you something. Think of it as an early Christmas gift.", I said, fighting back a smirk and looking at the ground. Matt finally stopped whistling and looked at me. He moved so that he was straddling the tree branch, facing me. I did the same facing him. "Yeah?", he asked, tilting his head a bit.
I leaned forward, our faces almost touching. His cheeks turned pink as he scooted away until his back hit the tree trunk. Once again fighting back a smirk, I leaned forward again. I watched his face get redder and redder as I got closer. When we got so close I could feel his breath on my lips, I reached behind me and scooped some snow off the branch. I shoved the handful of snow in his face and grinned. "Merry freaking Christmas, Matty."