A/N: Hello my lovelies! It is I- Carrie- I still live I promise- It's been an... interesting December so far and I'm still hard at work on both Act 5 finale and of course my 2 year anniversary piece for As Time Goes By which turned TWO YEARS OLD last week- my God. Unforseen events meant the anniversary piece wasn't unfortunately finished in time for this weekend but I have another hutch for you all regardless!
Hopefully the Anniversary piece- which is something many of you have been wanting to see / one of my most requested in the ATGB universe will be done by this week. But we'll see. For now though- enjoy this little Holiday Rabbit hutch why don't you and no worries- there'll be more where this came from XD- Christmas is my favorite time of year after all :D
And so enjoy a piece indirectly inspired by one of my favorite Christmas songs!
NOTE: I am very aware of the incident that occurred this week. Happily, it has been resolved without further incident and or "drama". Thanks to all who were looking out for me. You're all incredible and I can't thank you all enough :) - May your holiday seasons be bright and filled with much joy, love and friendship.
"Last Christmas"
-o-
My brothers are idiots.
They're just so "happy" during the holidays and it's annoying as hell. It was bad enough when I had to dodge the less than subtle hints I should come back home for overcooked turkey and soggy potatoes in November.
Brick eldest son you should come back home to see me- your father figure and creator here in your old home- this miserable city where your brothers have made their domestic blissful lives without me- your father figure and creator- Mojo Jojo!
Brick daaaaaarling- why not come home and spend some time with your favorite daddy figure hmmmmmm? We can figure out ways to terrorize these foolish mortal children- perhaps we'll make all their candy taste like brussell sprouts! That's delightfully evil isn't it?
BRICK. ANSWER YOUR PHONE. YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER!
BROOOOOO C'MON MAN COME HOMEEEEEEEEEE! The city's lame without ya-!
OOOOOOOOOOOH BRIIIIIIIIIICKY! WILL YOU BE BACK IN TOWN!? Oh you muuuuuuuust come see me – Call me baby!
… Needless to say I usually had come up with a handy last minute "urgent project" to get out of-… err to make it impossible for me to leave I mean. Yeah… that's it. Every holiday for the last year and a half. But now it's December. Christmas. It had been relentless. My family was insistent on trying to create some kind of lame ass Christmas movie or whatever scenario. No thanks.
I had had better shit to do with my time.
Except now I didn't -why? Because my Boss had an entitled shit head nephew barely out of college but who decided he had actually deserved the promotion that was supposed to be mine. And then to soften the blow they had just decided the company was downsizing anyway so I had a nice pink slip at my cubicle waiting for me.
And then my moronic friends- indignant and furious on my behalf took to Social Media to "expose the corruption" – which my youngest brother's social butterfly of a wife inevitably saw. Which meant the family knew I had been fired. Which meant there was no big project this time.
And so here I was.
"UNCLE BRICK! I WANNA WATCH THE GRINCH!"
"WELL I WANNA WATCH FROSTY!"
"Uncle Bwick how come your hair is so long?"
"Your hair is longer than Mommy's!"
"Can I play with it?"
Merry Fucking Christmas.
The gaggle of children had been deposited in the living room by their frazzled parents in front of me and my traitor brothers had made their escapes – oh pardon me- I mean they had "gone off for some emergency Christmas… thing or whatever that I wouldn't understand because I didn't have kids… or some lame ass excuse.
Thanks. Gotta love the brotherly love there you know?
Point of the matter was I was unemployed. Dragged back to this city I hated. My ex persisted in trying to arrange another booty call and if I got drunk enough on bad egg nog I could very well take the slut up on it- and yeah… like I said…
Merry. Fucking. Christmas.
Oh yeah. I had left my swanky apartment in downtown LA … which I likely wouldn't be able to afford if I couldn't find another job quick enough but that wasn't important! See my swanky bachelor's pad had a fully stocked gloriously free flowing bar. And there were hot women everywhere. So I could have easily had a jolly old holiday by my lonesome- a sleek sophisticated and perfect Christmas!
… Instead I had some demonically smiling gaggle of dark and golden haired devils pulling at my hair and trying to stick candy in places it didn't belong on my person.
And my phone vibrated again. And with the more egg nog I was ingesting at an alarming rate her face was getting pretty again. Which meant I would soon answer her. Which meant I would end up leaving early. So my brothers would get pissed. Their wives would get shrieky. And my dads would be "disappointed" in me.
But see… this egg nog here. It was drowning out the headache I was getting listening to the shrill argument from Butch and Boomer's spawn duking out their fight over which asinine holiday special to watch your normal Rowdyruff Way.
Beat the living shit out of each other and whoever fell first loses. Whoopee. Right was I supposed to be the responsible uncle and break this up… or could I be the deadbeat loser uncle who enjoyed watching his nephews beat each other up over foolish half hour cartoons?
Decisions. Decisions. Egg Nog. Or no Egg Nog.
"Boys!" The free pay per view event ceased immediately- aw darn, here comes Momma Bears one and two. Tch- you know- I never would have thought Buttercup Utonium was the maternal type but then again seeing as she was responsible for siring four Butch clones and dealing with the daily consequences… Meh. Guess the chick had to learn the ropes so to speak.
Aw man when Butch had ever come crashing into my room freaking out like a fool and near tears cause somethin' big had broken in their fun and rock a bye Butchy on the tree top – moron hadn't checked and two lines had shown up-!
My bet had always been on blondie to get knocked up first but hey guess Boom being such a paranoid wuss came in handy for him. He only had the two girls who looked at Uncle Brick's hair like it was some kind of idol to be worshipped. But nah- Butch had four clones. Because one hadn't been enough for the world apparently and tch…
Both my sisters in laws' eyes were fixed on me and my tumbler of lovely egg nog- yes could I help you? Oh was I supposed to be ensuring your spawn didn't kill each other? I'm sorry but I don't recall having volunteered for babysitting duty. I am after all here under protest. I could have been in LA entertaining a hot woman lonely and itching for some fun. Instead I am here sipping bad egg nog that's not nearly strong enough for my liking.
And my phone rang again. And she was looking fine now. Which meant my holiday was going to be inevitably worse.
Well my unspoken thoughts must have gotten through to my dear dear sisters in laws because the children were rounded up and apparently it was time to go… sledding? Oh hell no. No. Absolutely not. Yeah I'd just stay and not humiliate myself in the cold thanks. Nope.
Yeah I was lame. Yeah I was boring.
Again. Hot. Women. Sophisticated Adult fun.
Instead I had lame egg nog. Jobless. Dangerously close to accepting a booty call from a witch. Whoopee…
Merry Fucking Christmas.
But hey- least it was quiet all of a sudden. Yay… I looked at the damn tree and it's blinding light and sparkly doo dads hanging off it- how nice. You know what was also nice?
Not having wasted all this time- giving all for a company and job only to be replaced by an entitled whining shit head.
Because he whined to Daddy who whined to Uncle.
And not sitting at a chair slowly getting eggy drunk enough to accept a booty call invitation because all the hot women you had been able to count on for an enjoyable no strings attached evening would not be interested in a jobless penniless asshole.
Stuck at home for the holidays.
Who now had candy cane residue in his hair because of over eager nieces who would not be getting to Uncle Brick's hair.
And frankly nor would any of my nieces or nephews be receiving any sort of special treatment from me when I was in charge of a kick ass law firm. No see I'd make my brothers' spawn work for their rewards- and Boomer and Butch could just deal!
Yeah… none of "my" valued employees would be replaced by entitled shitheads with bad hair.
My phone rang again. Had I ingested enough spiked egg nog to make fucking Princess Morebucks not grotesquely disgusting yet- let's find out….
Ding Dong.
… Seriously. So help me if this was another obnoxious set of carolers and their horribly out of tune hell songs spouting out of their mouths I was going to-!
… It wasn't a caroler.
But I closed the door anyway. Because see no. This was actually worse.
Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.
… Booty Call it was. I'd take the walk of shame like a man. It was better than-.
The door opened by itself. Aw hell. Why had it-!?
The woman flashed a bobby pin and a sardonic look in my direction.
Aw what!
… I'd taught her that trick. The fuck. She wasn't allowed to use that trick anymore! That was my thing! Not hers!
She was infuriatingly silent as she set her pile of presents on the table and slipped off her coat- fuck she still had a figure from every adolescent boy's wet dream come true. … Not mine. But it was the principle. And it wasn't fair! See she was not supposed to still look that good! No woman in her thirties was supposed to be able to pull off a skirt that… tight.
Tight… and sleek. Chic and fuck… why me…
She chuckled a bit as she unwound a long scarf- pink of course- and set it by her ivory coat. White and pure. Untouched. Polished. Perfection. No touch.
"Is Bubbles aware you're denying entry to her invited guests?" It was Low and sultry with a hint of rapturous promise… that voice of hers. I should have answered her with a cutting remark of my own but like always I had nothing to say.
So I just stuck my hands in my pockets and averted my gaze- an action worthy of any gawky awkward teenager. Ugh.
She seemed tickled by that. Amused by my inner agony and everything about it. Always had been. She'd enjoyed my pain more than anyone in the world- I swear to God it was true.
Blossom Utonium lived to see me suffer. It was her greatest pleasure in life. Those flashing pink eyes glistened at my every misfortune and humiliation. God knows how much she'd likely howled when she'd heard the news. Did I want to know? No. No I did not.
It was like some kind of sick cosmic joke. Every time I came here I would inevitably come into contact with her. Eyes meeting at some coffee shop across the way, and new family ties would mean I'd have no choice but to accept her invitation to join her, walk with her down the street... accompany her to her destination.
I'd been an idiot once. I'd seen something that wasn't there. I hadn't seen it as sadistic pleasure in my misery as much as I'd let my stupid male hormones see it as… something else. And yeah- that had worked wonders.
Seeing that lame asshole with the bouquet of flowers drooping until they finally fell to the ground in the window of that café where she'd been locking lips with that one guy- yeah… seeing that pathetic look in my own reflection. Fuck if it hadn't been a lesson hard learned but hey…that's usually what happens.
Whatever. I was over it.
"So… unless Bubbles has something interesting to tell me- why have I found Brick Jojo here alone in her home…" She took a step towards me and I stepped back. Hell no. back. Back I say! Stay back you hot evil piece of pink ass that was rocking that skirt and it was unfair and fucking – I didn't see an adoring gaggle of redheaded children behind her (… well one year olds wouldn't be walking would they- but X in the system so… )
I also didn't see a lame ass nerd in glasses and bad hair huffing and puffing up the driveway so…
"Sledding." I grunted. One word answers. Best bet. Yeah. She raised an eyebrow and plopped her evil ass on my chair! Hey! What would she sit on my damn grave that fast-!
Well, guess I was standing then. She took out her phone and gee- thanks- guess I'm not worth the time of day in the almighty Blossom's eyes-!
She finished typing and then set her phone down. "Sorry. Work. I swear for a bunch of executives and big wigs sometimes I wonder if they would remember to tie their own shoes without me." She rolled her not pretty pink eyes in my direction. "Let alone get their wives a different present than that one intern they're trying to fuck."
I almost choked on my egg nog. She raised an eyebrow again.
"Is that alcoholic?"
"…yes?"
She exhaled, "Thank God- I was afraid this was going to be another dry Christmas." She mumbled. "Could you be a nice brother in law and get me a glass? My feet are numb."
Judging from the stilettos and their sheer height- yeah… I could see that happening. I should have laughed in her face and downed the rest of it right in front of her but-.
"Thank you." She breathed and downed a good amount of it in her first… sip? If one could call it a sip. "So… favoritism nailed you in the ass huh- bullshit."
I blinked. The hell… was going on? This wasn't the prim, perfect pure Pink Puff I had last seen… she seemed… harder. If that was the word?
"Yeah… Trevor… has a lot of potential he just…needed a chance to "prove himself". I air quoted. She snorted and took another deep sip.
"Gotta love big business." She held her glass up. "I'm the single most capable and efficient executive assistant they've ever had and yet Cynthia gets the big wig job- shame guess I should have sucked the old man's dick after all."
I did choke that time. "Excuse me!?" The beautiful executive assistant in front of me shrugged.
"Big Business." She grinned.
"Sucks." I muttered.
"Doesn't it though." And she was in front of me and pouring herself another healthy helping. "Remember when we were back in college- we're going to change the status quo. What did we always say we were going to do?" She shook her head.
Oh she had a lot of nerve bringing that up.
"… If I remember correctly. We were going to polish up our resumes- and then…." I took a swig of my own. "Go into business together and overtake them all."
She took a sip, "Ah. That was it."
"We were stupid back then weren't we…"
"Naïve. Maybe not stupid. Not the word I'd use."
Another sip in sync. My phone went off again. She raised that damn eyebrow again.
"Ah. Princess still hm?"
Have you given me another choice?
I ignored it, my egg nog glass was still prettier than her face- a few more swigs.
"She's interested in meeting up yeah."
Her face was unreadable.
"I see."
She took another portion and downed it all in one gulp. Shit.
"Whoa- slow down there tiger- what you trying to get drunk?"
She shrugged, " It'd be nice- get those nasty images out of my head- maybe if I drink enough I'll drunk text my Boss and tell him he'll be hearing from my lawyer." I snorted.
"I do like taking a good nasty sleezeball down." I cracked my knuckles. "Go on Babe- lets do it eh." Fucking booze was getting to me. She was starting to look hotter by the second. Shit. I'd just used the "B" word hadn't I?"
"Oh… but what about Princess McSlutbucks?" She grinned- double shit she was always a lightweight. "It's not very nice keeping her waiiiiting."
I hated that smile. I hated it damn it. I'd loved that damn smile for years- and… fuck. Never mind. Stupid booze.
Again it rang. She glared at it.
"You want me to answer?" I muttered.
"I'd rather break it.' A mutter of her own. This time my brow shot up almost as quickly as she stood up and… those shoes were too high. She wasn't supposed to reach any higher than my chin at best- and now here we were almost nose to nose. "No, in fact I'd very much rather prefer to break her but that's not very ethical so I'll settle for the phone."
She held her hand out for the still shrilling phone.
"Isn't it better to just let it-." I started dryly but she'd already answered.
"He's not interested. He can do better than you. Go away."
The shrill scream on the other side likely would have blown up a normal woman's ears but she sneered and tossed it behind her.
"…That was new." And I wasn't just talking about the phone either… and that look I was getting. If looks could kill- fuck man what did I do?!
"Is there a reason Mr. Jojo you've more or less ghosted me for the last year and a half?" She folded her arms. I finished my glass. "I mean really? As much as I love my family and such there's only so much mother talk I can endure without someone who's read the latest Prince book or seen that indie film no one else has heard of! You've left me high and dry- and for what – Her!?"
Whoa… uh. Okay- maybe it was time to put the booze away and move on to-. Hey… wait a minute- ME!? Was she blaming this on ME!?
"Hey- listen here- I was giving you the space you wanted-!"
"Space!?" She clenched her fists. "What space!?"
I was late. Of course I was. Because the fucking other interns had half assed their day at work and the Boss had shoved it at me to fix it. So the party was already in full swing. She was going to kill me. These flowers weren't going to be enough.
Heh. But hey it'd be fun trying so…
…. I'd known she was pretty. Butch and Boom both had told me to make my move before it was too late. I hadn't listened.
And now look.
That suit was expensive. The cut and the sleekness. I could see it through the window. And the grip she had on him. Well… she hadn't mentioned an interest in a coworker before but… why would she?
I didn't want to watch this but I couldn't look either. His hand was creeping down her back towards her butt and she wasn't pushing him away and… fuck this.
Fuck it.
I looked at the poinsettias and sneered. Stupid fucking idea.
All of it was so fucking… stupid.
They hit the gutter. I didn't care. I just needed a drink.
And something a lot stronger than egg nog.
"Ohhh my- Brick? Brick Jojo? Is that youuuuuuu?"
And I needed one now too. Booty Call was likely not in my future sure but there had to be a bar open somewhere-
OOF.
….Or I could be pinned to a wall. A wall that if I broke it I'd have a shrill angry sister in law who had a good right hook. So now I was stuck. Because I liked my ear drums. And…
"What. Space. Brick?" She hissed through gritted teeth. "I thought I made it clear actually what I wanted from you-!"
….Say what? What…? WHAT!?
"You… You and that guy- the one in the suit-!" The eggnog had gotten to me. I was stammering like an idiot. Her eyes widened and then her face seemed to twist in a grimace.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" She released me. "You have got to be-!" Her fingers tapped the glass in a whiplash. "You had better not be talking about that Christmas party from hell!"
"Hell?"
How much had I had to drink? Her words weren't making sense.
"Yes Hell- the party where that weasel finally managed to get his nasty ass paws all over me because someone left me high and dry- didn't answer any of my calls and the next thing I hear is you fucked that living STD and then high tailed it to LA- WITHOUT ME!"
As if on cue the phone rang again.
"That's it I'm going to break it and her nasty pimply face!" She snapped and well- I needed that electric device. I was going to be poor soon and I couldn't afford a new one. So I grabbed her tipsy Puff self by the waist and pulled her back.
"I need that. Just let it ring. And I'd rather not have to bail you out of jail." She huffed and squirmed and of course because my life had clearly become a cheesy holiday movie she tripped over her death shoes, fell backwards and took me with her.
And this… was just great. How cliché. How trite. How fucking… typical.
She glared down at me from her spot on her new Brick landing pad. And then she folded her arms and in some kind of tipsy drunken pouting session turned her back to me and huffed indignantly.
On top of me.
"Blossom."
"Nope. I'm mad."
"I can tell however I'd like to breath."
"You don't deserve to. I'm mad at you."
" I see. Can you shift your Mad a little to the left- I'm not kidding. I can't breathe."
She was silent but at least her nice butt wasn't impeding my lung from doing its natural function anymore.
"You left me."
"I wasn't aware there was a you to leave…"
"Typical answer."
"You're sitting on my diaphragm."
"Serves you right."
"Apparently."
"You left me for the pimply slut."
"Did you really call her "pimply-."
"She is. And she's ugly. And stupid."
"…Yes I know." I sighed. "I'm aware."
"You slept with her."
"And I'm regretting it more every day of my life."
"You left me to the mercies of my drunk as hell moron of a coworker who thought he was Casanova- to go sleep with a witch." She growled.
"… I saw you kissing-."
She whirled around, eyes narrowed. "Did I look like I was enjoying said "kiss"- Brick?!"
I furrowed my eyebrows.
Her eyes were wide open. Pinned against the wall.
…. Oh… Wait… Oh.
…Oh fuck my fucking life….
She continued giving me a deadpan look.
"… No. No you did not." I muttered, she finally stood and I sat up. "I… just saw the-."
She scowled, "And you assumed I was all for it- that my having invited you to my work party in the first place because all the girls wanted to meet you- as in my work friends- as in the people I had told about you!" She tapped her foot. "Brick Jojo you're supposed to be a genius. What the fuck?!"
I should really be yelling back. I really should. But… I don't think I can say anything either. That foot tapping was echoing now- how much had I had to drink… fuck…
Just… fuck.
"You're a fucking idiot." She said baldly.
"Clearly." I muttered back.
"Not as much as that moron who let you go in favor of his untalented hack of a nephew." She pursed her lips. "Fucking idiots." She mumbled. "No idea what they've let go in favor of family."
"You're… swearing a lot now."
She rolled her eyes, " I'm more or less in a "men's club" every day at these functions and board meetings and such- I hear comments about my ass and my chest and other lovely locker room worthy talk muttered under breaths- I've picked up some bad habits." Blossom only leaned against the wall. "I hate my job."
"You're too good for this." I agreed quietly, "You should be running those meetings… not…" I grimaced. She let out a short bark of a laugh.
"Well I would be if I had agreed to Mr. Shenkfield's little offer."
"Any evidence of it?"
"Obviously. I'm not dumb. I've been waiting for my lawyer to get over himself and come home."
"…. Blossom." She backed away from me.
" Not even a damn word. Nothing. You ignore my calls and my texts - you flat out disappear-!" She grit her teeth. " And you slept with her!?"
"Like I said I'm not proud-." She averted her gaze.
"You know what..." the phone rang again. Her face twisted into another enraged scowl. " Forget it. Ancient history. I'm just buzzed and rambling." The phone continues to ring. Fucking hell she was a persistent one wasn't she?
" Blossom I didn't-."
" Oh just go fuck the witch and be done with it." She waved me away and filled up another glass. " I'll tell the family when they return something "came up" - there. Merry fucking Christmas."
The phone rang again. She turned away and plopped on the couch. I could almost feel the steam coming from the screen when I answered.
"Yeah?"
"BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKY! there you are honestly who the fuck was that- well anywaysssss I'm thinking we should meet up at-."
Blossom buzzed her lips and sucked down another drink, head down.
You left me…
…That would have implied… there was an "us" to leave… as in…
Wait a minute... oh fuck. No way. Never in million years se never would have-!
She still wouldn't look at me. She was worshipping her glass it seemed and... trying to avoid my gaze like the plague it seemed and when our did meet she whipped her head away again. It was almost... comical despite the fact...
But I saw the flush in her cheeks, it was warm as hell in here- and that egg nog was weak as fuck. She may have been a lightweight but...
Fuck… and my Dads had the nerve to call me the "smart" one.
Princess was still rambling and… what the hell was I doing? What had I been doing?
I cleared my throat interrupting the... not so pleasant things this other chick wanted to talk about. It made my skin crawl- I'd been drunk as a skunk and that red hair had made me think of... something else.
Someone... else.
"Yeah no." Blossom's head shot up. "Not interested. We're done. Lose my number."
And with that I threw the phone over my shoulder and strolled over to the gobsnacked Puff – the witch's screaming still echoing, garbled or whatever through the rug but I didn't care. Nope. I had something more important to focus on.
"Brick…? What the-?" She tensed and looked up at me and her eyes got even bigger when I pulled her up and off the couch. "Brick?" Another whisper. I saw those eyes that I had tried to forget with brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes, hazel, but no… nothing compared to these. Nothing.
And I was a fucking fool for even trying.
" I. Am. a. fucking. idiot." Her cheeks only grew rosier and she cleared her throat.
"Well... yes. Yes you are. But-."
Her hands were splayed on my chest. I'd always wanted to… hold her like this. But… like some kind of idiot I hadn't paid attention to what had apparently been in front of me this entire time. Idiot. Fucking moron.
"No buts- I'm an idiot." Her blush only got deeper.
"Okay...if you say so." Her voice was barely a whisper. "I won't… argue but what...are you doing?"
"Something smart." Our fingers laced together and she finally seemed to catch my meaning - gotta love the nog- and she closed her eyes- I wondered if she still wore that cherry lip gloss she had back in the day- her lips were certainly shiny enough- well guess I was about to find out-.
"WE'RE HOOOOOOOOME - Oh holy… hi guys? Uh… Blossom when did you get here-?"
…. Or not. God damn it! Stupid holiday celebrations and cock blocking morons of brothers-!
Butch and Boomer both were gaping like morons- Butch especially looked somewhat uncomfortable but that was probably because his wife just coming up behind him was now staring at us like a fish out of water- and her blonde sister… huh she seemed oddly smug about something? That look was kind of suspicious-.
"Big project huh Blossy?" Bubbles snickered- okay the blonde was snickering, it was official I'd entered the twilight zone- the egg nog was probably bad and sour and I was probably actually in the ER having suffered...err dairy poisoning(?)- that existed right?
Our siblings continued to gape at us- except the strangely smug blonde and-.
"You know what... Fuck this I've waited long enough. " Blossom suddenly, grabbed the back of my neck and mmmph!?
… Well I mean if she insists…
It was probably best to ignore the hoots and whistles and the disgusted screeches of the children behind us. Nah I had better things to take up my time… though it ended all too soon with a short little - ahem.
At least I wasn't the only one annoyed- if looks could kill I do believe my dear little sister in law of the cheshire grin right now would likely be six feet under.
"Little eyes you two." Bubbles said serenely despite her sisters' scalding pink eyed death glare while Boomer covered his two little "angels" eyes with another pointed look in my direction. Buttercup had mastered some handy trick of covering up two of her youngests' with one arm, and Butch's eyes along with the moron covering their middle and eldest's. Neat trick.
"Okay kiddies- into the kitchen. Nothing to see here- let's go and March!" The Greens hustled their brood past us. "So I can say I told you so right now right Bloss-?"
"Shut it." She drawled and tightened her grip on me.
"Uh...congrats you two? Ow- honey don't push." Boomer got shoved past us too. Again with the creepy smiling… my sister in law was kind of creepy…
"Big Project… riiiiiiiiight."
"Shut up Bubbles!"
Another creepy snicker giggle only the blonde was capable of- and a pat on her big sister's cheek. Surprised she didn't get bit to be honest listening to that growling and shit happening right now. But soon enough we were all by our lonesomes again.
"... So…." Well someone had to start. " Does this mean-?"
"How about we talk over dinner?" She murmured.
"Family dinner?"
"No. I don't know about you but I'm not feeling the"tofurkey" - c'mon." She grabbed her coat and tossed me mine. "We'll be back in time for dessert. C'mon I know a place we can get some sushi."
I blinked, "... There's a sushi bar open on Christmas?"
She paused and then gave me a look. "I have some in my fridge genius."
"Leftovers- why would you-?" Her eyebrow rose again and wait… oh… oohhhhhhhh. "... Leftovers sound good. Yeah- great idea Babe!"
She flashed me a smile. A genuine one too. "I certainly hope so." She reached over and patted my cheek, and her face got all rosy again when I brought that same hand to my lips. Sappy but hey- not every day you end up living in one of those lame ass holiday movies.
But hey…
"I'm still mad at you you know." She said primly as she clutched my arm.
"Yeah I know- I'll make it up to you." I shrugged and opened the door for us both.
"Oh? and how do you intend to do that?" We both walked down the driveway.
I smirked and wagged an eyebrow. Her cheeks flushed bright pink and she averted her gaze again. Heh.
Maybe living one of those wasn't such a bad thing after all…
Fin