Title- The Tale of Ronnie

Chapter Title- Christmas!

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Punkforever- Thanks and here's more, at a normal time!

XAmberX- What, did you think I was stupid? Of course I like Green Day! I only have American Idiot and International Superhits because I am poor… My American Idiot is burned 'cause my parents would NEVER let me get something with a Parental Advisory label on it. I don't have any posters, just a picture from the news paper of Billie Joe and his guitar. I happen to have a Good Charlotte poster though. I was going to go to the Green Day concert, but the closest was in Giant Stadium and my parents said they were NOT taking me to Jersey for a concert. I saw GC's The Young and The Hopeless though. But, I am OBSESSED with Good Charlotte (in case you haven't figured it out yet)

babygurl33- You caught up! Yeah! Everybody loves Nate and I don't know why…

Note- Ah, I mentioned granola bars! I just had to. I swear, those fairies went away, and they brought back friends! I am using granola bars to fight them off. Oh, the powers of the granola bar!

"Thanks for what?" I asked her. I was really confused.

"I needed somebody to cry with, somebody to get me away from my nothingness," she told me. Now I was just a little more confused. It wasn't going to bother me. I smiled at her and she waited for Nate to get in the car.

"Do your homework, and I have chocolate cake on the counter," she said when she opened the front door. The house looked clean. She must've done a lot. The beds were made and other things were straightened up. The chocolate cake was fresh and I'm pretty sure that she went grocery shopping. We had other food in the house. Yeah, stuff besides granola bars.

I did my homework, ate my cake and went into my room. I noticed something on my bed. It was a notebook, a pen, and a note.

'Sometimes it just helps to write' it said. It was my mom's handwriting. I laughed. 'Yeah, writing will help,' I thought. I put the book on the floor and kicked it under my bed. I wasn't going to write about how I killed my brother. 'No,' I thought, 'I didn't, I swear I didn't.' Why did I keep thinking I did? I know I didn't. They all told me I didn't.

"Wake up, wake up," I screamed a little hyper. A few weeks had gone by and it was now Christmas morning. I was shaking my mom and screaming. I wanted to see what I got. We had a rule, we weren't allowed into the living room until everybody was up. Nate was standing half asleep next to me. I hardly slept last night, I was too excited.

"C'mon, wake up," I said shaking my mom harder. She swatted me away and groaned.

"What time is it?" she groaned. I looked at the clock. It was four.

"Uh, four," I said quietly. She groaned again.

"Did ya ever think that most people sleep?" she asked me. No, I never thought of that.

"C'mon, get up. I'll wake up dad. I wanna go see," I told her. I walked around the bed and shook my dad a bit. Nate followed me. Mom got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I climbed onto the bed to wake up dad. He slept like there was no tomorrow.

"I'm up, don't kill anyone," dad mumbled. He didn't just say that. Everybody thought I was over the whole killing my brother thing, but I wasn't. I didn't think I would ever be. I always needed Nate with me. I dragged him everywhere. I guess he was like my security blanket; I needed him to hang onto. I wasn't going to lose him, ever.

Mom came back in from the shower and dad went into the bathroom. I wondered what I got. When dad came back in, I nearly pushed him over to get into the living room. I tripped over something. Chocolate was munching away on a bone. I see he had a good Christmas. I picked myself up and finished running towards our tree.

Our tree wasn't anything special. It was a small tree that was slightly decorated, with presents underneath it. I gasped. The presents, there were presents near our tree. I had been dragging Nate and he let out a little gasp as well. I sat down and started to go through the presents. I picked out the ones that said 'Ronnie' on them and handed the 'Nate' ones to him.

I tore through the presents. I got quite a bit of stuff. We were going over Uncle Darry's later on. Everybody was going to be there, all of my uncles. I couldn't wait. I hadn't seen them in a week. That was a pretty long time. I got dressed, said bye to Chocolate and headed into the car. Mom went out and got me.

"Hey, you might wanna eat breakfast and wait for a few hours. It is only 5 in the morning." I sighed and went into the kitchen. Mom was making breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, jelly and chocolate milk.

"Hey, where's the cake?" I asked looking around.

"We're bringing two over later," mom told me. I ate my breakfast and got ready to go.

We finally left around 9. I ran up the steps, dragging Nate, and opened the door.

"We're here," I called. I was greeted with a bunch of 'hey's and went to sit down. Nate followed me, mainly because he had no choice. Mom came in with dad; they were each holding a cake. They put them down on the table and greeted everybody with hugs. I didn't care, I wanted my presents.

I got some stuff, but my favorite was the Mickey Mouse coloring book. I loved to color and I loved Mickey Mouse. (I'll give you one guess who got it for me.) I didn't have any crayons or I would've started to color right there. It was really boring since I couldn't color. It was nice out, so my uncles went to play football. I sat outside and watched them. I wondered when I would be allowed to play with them. They thought I was too small. I wasn't too small.

It was real late by the time we had to go home. I fell asleep in the car and dad carried me in. I kept thinking about how I ruined Jonathan's Christmas. He never got a Christmas; it was my entire fault too. I wondered how mom was doing. She seemed fine. I got out of my bed and walked into their room.

"Ma," I said walking next to her.

"What is it Ronnie?" she asked me.

"Are you okay? Are you missin' Jonathan?" I asked her.

"I'm fine baby, don't worry. I think you need some sleep." I wondered if she had been crying. Her voice sounded funny, she sounded kind of sad. I was sad too, I wondered if everybody else was also sad. I didn't feel to well. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to. It was this weird feeling.

"I can't sleep, I miss him," I whispered to her. She moved over and patted the bed next to her.

"C'mon up," she said.

"Won't Nate get scared?" I asked her. She sighed and told me to go get Nate. He was half asleep when I shoved him onto the bed. I slept sandwiched between Nate and mom.