Christmas By The Phone

By G.H

A/N: Another Shawn angst....do we expect anything less? :P This takes place during the 3rd season. In other news, I may do a remake of "One In A million", because I dont think the originial has enough depth. Tell me if you think I should do so. This song is by Good charlotte, AKA. The awesome guys I saw at Warped Tour this Summer! :D FYI: I butchered the lyrics of the song a little bit so it would fit.

Christmas By The Phone

By G.H.

John put out the burning candles and turned off the tv and radio. He put the leftovers from christmas dinner in the fridge, and sat down on the couch. That was where Shawn had moved the phone onto the small table in front of it. He sat there now, blankly staring at it; his eyes slighty glazed over and looking as if he was about to fall asleep any minute.

"Do you need anything?" John asked him.

"No...." Shawn answered back in a hollow voice.

"Maybe you should go to bed?"

"I just want to...wait a little longer. I know he'll call" He answered back, with a weakly-help up certainty in his voice that made John's heart break.

"Ok then; I'm going to bed. Yuo go to bed soon too, ok?" John persisted, only to be answered with an equally as hollow "fine".

You used to be, my favorite holiday

But now you're gone, I'm all alone

And it don't, feel much like Christmas

On the couch in near dark sat Shawn for what felt like eternity but was really only 15 minutes. His dad had never forgot Christmas before...what should change this year? Shawn ignored the tiny voice in the back of his head that said slyly to him "He left you...for over 6 months now! What makes you think he's going to remember you now, for some stupid holiday! Don't you know you mean nothing to him? He wouldn't have left you if you did." To fight and quell that voice, he repeated the mantra in his head, "Soon, any minute now, He'll call! Any minute now..."

And now the misletoe's hanging

For no reason at all

And all the presents are still wrapped

But you don't even call

In the past, when times were hard, they barely had any gifts to put under the tree, but that never mattered to Shawn. It never mattered to any of his family either, because they had eachother. Christmas Eve was always spent at the table, eating a small but delicious dinner and talking and laughing with everyone. The fact that there were no presents under the miserable looking tree meant nothing to any of them. Shawn never complained about it either; they did all they could for him. He had his Mom and Dad and that was all that mattered.

But now he didn't even have that...He didn't even have his family anymore."NO! Don't think like that!" He told himself. "He'll call, he has too...He's my Dad, he loves me". But by now, at 4:10am, those words were becoming stale in his mind.

Waiting here alone

Christmas by the phone

Said I'm waiting here alone

Spending Christmas by the phone.

At 4:30am, Shawn gave up, realizing that his Father never would call. Ever. Not for christmas, not for birthdays...never. Shawn didn't matter enough, it seemed. Giving a resigned sigh, he got up and wiped his eyes hastily. He turned off the lamp and went to bed. With his spirits broken and mind struggling to find a reason why his Dad would hurt him like that, he fell asleep, head swimming with theories and doubts. He never heard the phone ring at 4:35am.