Authors Note: I am truly sorry for not updating in so long. But here's why just in case you were wondering. I have school… that is the most important thing in my life. I also got a job, started on November 5 2005; I am now an official Dairy Queen employee. Cool eh? Well it consumes much of my free time. So that's basically it. Oh I didn't do Christmas Eve, only Christmas day. Thanks to my reviewers, you guys roxors my boxors! I don't have any boxors. Hey, I posted the Christmas chapter on Christmas! Kooliez!
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Warnings: Slash – guy, guy relationships, you should know that by now. Some minor, minor swearing, like 1 word. And use of alcohol.
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Chapter 15
Merry Christmas I
Chase's POV
I awoke on Christmas morning to what I thought was an earthquake. Earthquake was an understatement to what had actually woken me up. Logan was jumping up and down on the end of my bed wearing blue flannel pyjama bottoms and a black tank top.
"What…?" I groaned as I propped myself up on my elbows glaring holes into Logan.
"Its Christmas!" He said happily as he finally stopped jumping and sat cross-legged by my feet. I looked over at the digital clock that was on the nightstand. '4:37 am' is what the clock read.
"Are you aware of what time it is?" I asked as resumed my glaring.
"Of course, this is when we get up, we open our presents and stuff and then we go out for breakfast. Its tradition." Logan responded matter-of-factly.
Slowly I dragged myself out the warmth of the bed and fallowed Logan into the hallway where suddenly I was up against the wall my lips being smothered with hungry kisses. Then as suddenly as it started it stopped and I continued to follow Logan down stairs to wards the tree.
When we entered the living room I was surprised to see Sarah and Abigail Luis sitting on the love seat in the corner. I really shouldn't have been surprised to see them or the elderly women in the corner. Family is family after all. This was going to be awkward at least for me.
I slowly made my way over the couch and flopped tiredly down onto one of the cushions. The gifts were distributed slowly one at a time for each person. I was surprised to receive any sort of presents at all. Mrs and Mr Reese say it was Santa Clause but I don't know if I really believe them, it could have been the look in their eyes or the fact that I had stopped believing in him years ago but I knew that they had something to do with the present giving. I had fortunately bought presents for the Reese's, including Great Gram and Sarah and Abby. I was well prepared and excited when they all loved their gifts, well Abby can't talk yet but she seemed happy with the care bear stuffy.
After all of the presents were finally open and played with all seven of us climbed into Mrs. Reese's mini van, one of the new ones that can hold seven people (a/n: That was so not planned!), and we headed off to Denny's. I felt out of place as we sat and ate. Every one knew each other and had everything to talk about. It was awkward just like I had predicted it would be. So I just sat in the corner eating my pancakes and watching little Abby try to feed herself, it wasn't going to well.
Every so often I would catch Logan looking my way but I thought it best to pretend I didn't notice. I hadn't had any one on one time with him since this morning and we really didn't get much talking done then now did we. I smile found its place on my lips as I remembered the kiss we shared in the hallway a few shirt hours ago. Every time I'm around him I just feel happy and that makes me feel guilty. I mean my parents just died, I feel like I should still be mourning. I shouldn't be spending Christmas with my boyfriend's family. Wow, boyfriend. I had never really used that term before; it's kind of exciting.
Back at the house the rest of the day was filled with relaxing lazily in the living room with a trip to the kitchen every so often to help with dinner. I still hadn't spoken to Logan and I had a feeling that he was ignoring me or at least he didn't want to give away that we were together in any way more than we were just best friends.
I spent most of my time in the kitchen helping with dinner. They seemed to make a big deal about Christmas dinner and I felt like I was putting them out by staying here. I stirred things here and there and I handed the proper ingredients to the proper people. It was actually fun. Back when my parents were still alive I would've never been aloud to be in the kitchen. It was cook's job to cook and I wasn't to help her, she was getting paid for her work and it wasn't fair for her to be slacking off. Well that's what my mother thought. I was surprised that I actually knew how to cook at all.
Logan's POV
I stood in the doorway watching Chase help my family cook dinner. It looked like he was having fun; it was an image that I could get used to. I never want to be away from him ever again it was exhilarating. But more than anything, it scared me more than anything else in the entire world. I almost can't face him. But I have to, if I lost him I don't know if I could go on. He is my heart and soul I live for him. I've got to suck it up and take it like a man.
I walked over to the door and stepped into the front yard. I headed directly to my favourite part of my house, the fort in the backyard. It was built when I was younger, it was a place I would go when something was bothering me and I just needed to get away.
I walked straight into the door and straight over to my safe. Sure it wasn't a real safe, just one of those toy ones, but either way, it was impossible to get into it without the combination. I typed in the combo and grab the bottle from inside. This was a terrible habit, but what can I say? This is what I do, and I've done it for a long time. I undid the cap and took a large sip. I could feel the warm liquid glide down my throat, it was intoxicating, and I loved it. I took another sip and felt my mind go numb; this is why I liked it. It took me away from my life and all of its pressures.
I jumped as someone laid a hand on my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Came Chase's voice from behind me.
"Nothing." I lied as I stuffed the bottle in the back of my pants as I turned to face Chase.
"Your mom's looking for you, dinner's almost done." He said as he turned to leave, but then he stopped. "What's that smell?" He asked as he turned around to face me.
"Its an old tree house, chanced are there's some sort of mould or something." I explained, really badly.
"That's not it." He said looking me in the eyes. Slowly he moved closer and I was stuck, starring at him. Our lips connected slowly. But before I knew it he was on the other side of the fort with my bottle in his hands. Tricky bastard.
He looked from the bottle of rum to me and back again several times before he spoke again. It felt like an eternity, I had been caught red handed.
"Logan?" He finally said in a very hurt voice, still staring at me. I couldn't respond. I was too ashamed.
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