A/N: So Many reviews! Thank you all so much, you guys are getting cookies! (Is chocolate chip okay?) So without further adieu, Here's Chapter 4!!
I thought about Thanksgiving for three days. Michael does like me the way I like him! Things seemed to stay as normal as possible for a mental institution. Soon, days and weeks rolled by and then, the next thing I knew, it was one week until Christmas. I really wanted to get Michael a present, but I can't leave this prison-like place. Then I had an idea. If that senile old oaf Dr. Loomis really is trying to reach out to me, maybe he'll do me a favor. I picked up a sticky note and asked my nurse for permission to use a pencil. (We aren't allowed to have pencils unless we're supervised. We can't even have our shoelaces, and they are keeping us here calling US crazy!) I scratched a quick note and put it on the door of Dr. Loomis's office…
Dear Dr. Loomis,
I really want to get Michael a Christmas present, but I can't leave, can you help me? I'll tell you what I want to give him later today.
-Lynn
After I delivered my note, I met Michael in the hall and we walked together to the cafeteria. When we both sat down I started randomly talking about Christmas, trying to get Michael to tell me a gift idea which was pretty easy. We were sitting in the cafeteria when Michael stared talking about what he missed about the outside world.
"Y'know what I miss most Lynn? Christmas, I like the lights and stuff but not the family," he said. I knew he would unknowingly tell me what I needed to know.
"Yeah, same here. I liked waiting and then finding that my brother got me the present I wanted. I miss him so much."
"I know, my mom used to get me that one present I really wanted, I've wanted the same thing for years, still haven't got it but I've always wanted a Beetles tee shirt. I know it sounds weird but I always liked them. Dr. Loomis came by, for the first and probably last time, I was happy to see him. I found a nurse and a sticky note, and wrote down the gift idea and waited until he was done with Michael and then I basically stared at the wall as he talked to me. Then he finally caught my attention—
"I hear you want to give Michael a Christmas present?" he said with a smile, I don't know if this one was fake or not. I nodded and handed him a note he looked at it and chuckled. "Hmm, I know just where to get this." He said. I smiled, or at least I think I did, because then he said something like "I wish you would smile like that more often instead of closing yourself off from the world. Both you and Michael have that in common. I went down the hall to Michael's room, but he wasn't there, so I went to my room since there wasn't really anywhere to go around here. I was surprised to see Michael sitting on my bed waiting for me. We stared at each other for a few minutes before Michael broke the silence.
"It's snowing." He pointed out. I looked out the window, it was snowing. "I like to watch it snow." He said. I pulled up a chair and we sat next to each other watching it snow. The nurse came in and told us it was time for bed. Michael looked at me, smirked, and five minutes later, came back in. We sat there silently, just enjoying each other's company. That is another thing we have in common. We like to enjoy the quiet. We could sit there for hours saying nothing and it would be the best part of the day. I think a few more hours passed by because eventually I started to feel a little tired. I heard Michael yawn and then I noticed his arm move, I thought he was stretching, but then I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders. I smiled and put my head on his shoulder.
We must have fell asleep because when I woke up the next morning, I found Michael with his head on mine, his arm around my waist. It was still snowing. Michael woke up a few minutes later, we just stared at each other and then he smiled. He left and we both changed clothes and went down to the cafeteria for breakfast as usual. But this time it was different, we were closer to each other than usual.
The week rolled by so quickly, then I woke up one day and it was Christmas. Michael and I went down to the cafeteria, but not many people were there. We ate breakfast and then we saw that we were allowed outside. We found a nurse who gave us winter clothes. We went out. I saw the big kid that Michael and I beat up. He caught sight of me and quickly walked away. I sat down by the tree and Michael followed. It was fun to just sit there quietly in the snow. Then I felt something cold hit me in the back of the head. I turned to see Michael looking at me with a playful grin. Soon we were chucking and lobbing snowballs back and fourth. Michael bent down to pick up more snow, as soon as he did, I took a running start and tackled him. After a while we went back in, cold and wet, but happy and laughing. We spotted someone move around the corner and our laughter stopped and our smile's faded.
Dr. Loomis came into view and took Michael and me to our rooms. We decided to go into my room. Then, when Michael looked away Dr. Loomis slipped me a package with green wrapping paper. Dr. Loomis left the room for something. As soon as he was out of earshot, I decided to give Michael his present.
"Merry Christmas!" I said whipping out the package. Michael took it and opened it quickly. His eyes lit up when he saw what was in the box.
"A Beetles shirt! I've wanted this since I was a little kid! Thanks!" Michael said in surprise and hugging me. "Now it's time for your present," he said. Then, he waked toward the door and opened it. I felt my heart leap when I saw my brother standing in the doorway. I hugged Michael and then I ran to my brother. My brother, Michael, and I talked, laughed, and played for hours.
"I have to go now," said my brother, and he left after a few hugs. When he left I hugged Michael again.
"Thank you so much! That was the best present ever!" I said.
"Hey, it's Christmas, anything can happen," replied Michael. We said goodnight and went to bed after the best Christmas I've ever had, even if it was held in a mental institution.
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