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December 10th Monday

I woke up on my couch, Max passed out on my recliner. I guess I must've been hit pretty hard because when I checked my watch, it was the next day. I groaned, and got to my feet, then immediately fell back down clutching my head. I moaned in pain and curled up in a ball. "Max!" I said, throwing a pillow at her, she turned, fell off the chair and jumped to her feet in a fighting stance. Had I not been in agonizing pain I would've laughed. "Medicine please." I mumbled, clutching my head. Why did it hurt so much? What had happened?
"Sure Fangles." She screamed at me and I held my head even tighter.

"No screaming." I muttered.

"I'm talking in my regular voice." She yelled and I felt like I had a hangover, every noise- from her footsteps to the swish of her pajama bottoms- seemed to be magnified by a million. She got me some medicine and I gulped it down with a glass of water.

"Thanks." I said, and pulled her down next to me, resting my head on her shoulder and yawning.

"No problem, babe." She said, slinging an arm around my waist.

"Babe? What happened before I got knocked out?" I asked.

"Oh you know, we got hitched." Max patted my chest and my eyes widened.

"What? No! That did not happen." I shouted, though I was unsure.

"Sure did- you got me this." Relief flooded through me when Max held up her hand, which had a ring pop on it. I licked it and smirked.

"Hitched with candy." I muttered jokingly, forgetting about my headache. Max stuck the cotton candy ring pop in her mouth and sucked it for a minute before taking it back out and offering it to me. I took it and licked it- I always felt awkward putting those things completely in my mouth. I mean, Max looked cute when she did it, but me...? Probably not so hot.

"So, what are we gonna do today, Fangarang?" Max asked, taking her candy back and crunching a big bite out of it.

"Well, I guess we should decorate the outside of your house." Sam said, walking through the front door and down the hall into the living room.

"I'm not getting on that roof." I muttered stubbornly.

"And why not?" Sam asked, casually walking into my kitchen. It was the strangest thing with him, but he was completely casual in someone's house. I mean seriously, it was insane. "What's the worst that can happen, you fall off and break you neck?" Sam suggested.

"Uh... yeah." I said dumbly.

"Want some hot chocolate, I want some hot chocolate. And you know what Fang, man up! I mean, come on, it's a roof. You're not afraid of heights- and don't even pretend you are." Sam said, somehow magically picking the right cabinet to get the mugs from.

"Sam, how do you know where those cups are?" I asked, a little unnerved.

"Who do you think dragged your butt here? I was still sleeping when Max called and said some jerk knocked you out with the handle of a chainsaw, but not to worry cause then she knocked him out with her fist. Half asleep, I drove to that tree farm, almost hit a squirrel! And had Max help me get you into the truck. I needed coffee. And to make everything worse... you don't have a coffee pot." Sam added, as if the world was going to end.

"I don't drink coffee." I said simply, walking over to the kitchen, my headache fading as I grabbed some chocolate syrup from the almost-empty fridge. I frowned at the emptiness.

"I gotta work today. What time is it?" I muttered.

"No you don't. Your boss called screaming about you being late again, so I explained to him what happened-"

"And I'm fired aren't I? Cause Max doesn't explain, she demands." I finished.

"Your boss is my dad, bro, I got you covered." Max said, ruffling my hair as Sam went to work mixing the syrup with milk.

"Ugh, I've probably been demoted to dishwasher boy." I muttered, walking towards the stairs that led to my room.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked. "We still need to decorate the outside!"

"I'm gonna take a shower. I'll help, don't worry." I said and headed into my room, slamming the door behind me.

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"AAAHHHH!" I yelled out as I lost my footing... again. Sam grabbed my wrist and yanked me up to the top of the roof, rolling his eyes.

"Dude, you need some cleats or something, those converse have no tread whatsoever." He exclaimed, handing me one end of the lights.

"The roof is covered in snow!" I insisted, and Sam just rolled his eyes again and stood up, walking towards the other end of the roof.

"Just sit there and shut up!" He called. So I sat there and zipped my mouth shut, watching as he walked across the slick roof with a kind of grace I didn't see possible. I watched as he clipped the lights at one end of the roof.

"Clip the other side!" He shouted and I just nodded, standing up and turning around, slowly walking to the other end from the halfway point of the roof.

"You were in gymnastics, Fang, you can do this." I muttered, trying not to look down and think of a lot of red covering the white.

"Don't fall!" Sam yelled jokingly.

"Thanks." I said back sarcastically, no longer concentrating on my next step, and slipping. "HOLY HELL! IM GONNA DIE! IM GONNA DIE! IM GONNA DIE!" I kept screaming as I slid down the roof at a surprisingly fast rate. I clawed onto the snow for some sort of traction but instead just made my fingers numb.

Then I was passing the edge of the roof and falling to my death from a two story drop, plus the attic- so like three stories actually. I squeezed my eyes shut and just prayed it would be quick.

That's when a painful jolt ran through my leg and it took me a moment to realize I had stopped falling.

I opened one eye, then the other. My leg had gotten twisted in the string of lights. I scowled. "Get me down!" I snapped while Sam laughed his butt off and tried to take pictures that weren't blurry. As if on cue the lights began to unravel and I landed with a thud on the snowy ground. Max ran out of the house just then.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" She asked, running over to me and trying to help me up. I just nodded, my headache back and my body sore.

"Fine." I lied.

"No you're not. Sam! Stop laughing! He just fell off the roof!" Max shouted angrily, helping me into the house. "Come on, you need hot chocolate, and I'll get a fire going. You need some icy hot? That's a pretty long fall. Is your ankle okay?" I just shrugged. My mind was all jumbled. But one thought shone through clearly.

I hate Christmas Lights.

Bam! Chapter 10! Chapter 11 will hopefully be up in the next week. I really am sorry, first this was supposed to be finished by Christmas, then New Years, now I'll be lucky if I finish it before Summer Break. I just, you know, lots of school, writer's block, and I auditioned for a play so I won't be updating as often if I make it in cause practices are 4-6. Sorry for all the wait, I'll try to be quicker. Love you guys.

Soar on

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