"It's only November first" Newt scowled, throwing back his head in a gesture of helplessness. He was leaning against Alby's bed, cross-legged, sunshine falling through the window and drawing golden stripes in the air.
"Yeah, but ya were allowed to make me carve pumpkins October first, huh?" the other said in provoking mockery.
"It's still two months though, Alby" the blond boy said, stretching out his legs. Alby was sitting on his bed, cutting out snowflakes from white paper, already cut-out stars and angels surrounding him. It was ridiculous.
"Fuck off" Alby growled, concentrating on his bricolage, Newt sighing and putting the back of his head on the bed, so he could see his friend upside-down appearing in his vision, smiling.
"What're you smiling?" the tinkering boy asked, annoyance swinging in his voice, his eyes glued to the snowflake.
"You're so lame" Newt laughed and dodged to the floor just as the other threw a glue stick at him, instead, hitting the bookshelf and vanishing in a pile of school folders.
"You're so lame" Newt heard, now lying on the floor on his back, staring at the ceiling, dust floating in the sunlight above his face. Tiny, shining specks of diamond dust.
"You could at least cut those out a bit nicer, if ya already must" Newt, re-appearing, said, facing Alby and pointing towards a rather poorly cut-out star close to him. The other cocked an eyebrow at him. "If you're such a pro, why don't ya do it yourself then?"
"Hmmm … I might as well" Newt shrugged, eyes beaming up at Alby as he came to kneel opposite of the other, grabbing the spare pair of scissors, that were left over from when Alby had tried to talk Newt into joining him more than an hour ago.
Newt then was cutting out Christmas decoration while Alby began pinning the finished ones on the window and he door and over the headboard of his bed, always taking a step back to take in the final look and re-arrange them until he was finally pleased.
"You're the only person I know geekin' about Christmas in fuckin' November" Newt commented, putting down the scissor as there was no more paper left and his hand had already begun to hurt. Alby had flopped down again in front of him, arms crossed behind his head. He shrugged. "I'm just excited, what can ya do."
Alby obviously was excited as, accompanying the cut-out decorations, there were candles everywhere, spreading the thick scent of cinnamon over the room and plates of oranges and cards from previous years. Newt could make out his own, a photo of himself on it, his arm around Alby's shoulder, both smiling widely at the camera.
He laughed, shook his head, then gathered the rest of the decorations in his hands, leaning forward to hand them to Alby so he could put them God-knows-where. Alby's eyes literally sparked in excitement and Newt couldn't help but feel his heartbeat speed up, running his hand through his sand-coloured hair.
Alby took hem, holding them in front of his face to examine, provoking Newt to huff out some air in annoyance. "You're so lame" he grinned, putting down the decorations, staring at the blonde.
Newt, flushing, quickly grabbed his friends shirt collar and pressed a kiss on the other's cheek, before quickly backing away again. "You're so lame."