Okay, so, alot shorter than i wanted it to be, but its getting my main point across, which is a christmas story (read the chapter first to understand). this will be started either this up coming weekend or thanksgiving weekend and then continue on as the time nears to christmas. happy reading!


Ch. 7

2 weeks later...

"Wow..," Sam whispered in awe as he followed me into the cool, dry difference of our home's living room to the hot, humid New York summer air.

I grinned and hoisted mine and Sam's duffel bags tighter over my shoulder. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"I think this is the nicest place I've ever stayed in."

We both shared a hearty chuckle as I shut the door with my foot and led Sam through the living room, past the kitchen, and to the upstairs portion of the house. The first door on the right was closed and when I opened it a flood of dusty and sunlit warm smells came rushing out.

"This is the guest room," I explained. "Hope you don't mind staying in here. It hasn't been used much. Not since Teo's cousins were here a few years back."

I set the bags down and stepped out the room for a moment to grab some sheets from the linen closet. I heard Sam walk down the hall, but didn't pay any mind to it until he began to speak.

"This is you and Teo?" he asked, voice reverberating from our bedroom.

I turned and set the sheets down on the guest bed and followed to where Sam was standing. He held a picture frame in his hand, one that I knew well. It was a simple black frame, set around a photograph of Teo and I taken at a New Year's eve party. He had stood behind me, arms wrapped around my torso and head resting beside my own to keep me in place while Teresa held the camera. Mostly, I had been to drunk to care and was already laughing too much to try and argue with anyone, so I just covered his arms with my own enjoyed the moment.

"I thought you didn't like pictures."

I chuckled. "That there is the booze takin' over."

"You look happy."

I smiled sadly. "Funny thing is, a week before that I thought we wouldn't be."

Sam looked at me curiously and set the picture back down on the nightstand. "What do you mean."

"Sorry, forget I mentioned it."

I turned to walk out of the room, but Sam stopped me with a hand on his shoulder. "Please, tell me?"

I sighed and sat down on the bed, motioning for him to take a seat too. And then I broke down and told him.