"C'mon, George!" Lennie shook his friend. "Let's go downstairs and open our presents!"
George frowned. "Well, I will if you get off me!"
Lennie scrambled off him and George got onto his feet. He dusted himself down and glared at Lennie. "Why'd you wake me up like that, eh? I literally had a heart attack!"
Lennie shuffled his feet, embarrassed. "Your Mom told me to…" he mumbled. He looked up at George. "You ain't mad at me, are ya? I still get to tend the rabbits don't I?"
George sighed. "Yeah… I ain't mad. You get to tend the rabbits, Lennie. Now, will y-"
He was cut of as Lennie hugged him joyfully. "I knew you wouldn't be mad! I knew it!"
"Lennie…choking...not…breathing!" George gasped, as Lennie's hands and clothes smothered his head tightly, causing him to gasp for air desperately.
Lennie let go. "Oh, sorry George!"
George stumbled backwards, and fell onto his bed. "Oww…" he moaned.
Laughing, Lennie leapt onto the bed beside him, causing George to literally fly up into the air because Lennie was so heavy.
"GAHHH!" he yelled, arms flailing, terrified.
Lennie sat up and caught him. "Let's do it again!" he chirped
"NOOO! Let me go!"
Grinning, Lennie placed George on the bed again beside him. George lay there eagle spread, moaning in pain.
The door opened, and Clara and Mary stuck their heads round. "Ah, George is finally awake!" Clara laughed.
"C'mon, George!" Mary giggled. "Sit up and give us a smile!"
Groaning, George sat up. His hair was wild, and stuck up in a wild fashion. It looked as if it had been through a hedge backwards. Lennie giggled, and using a big bear paw, smoothed it out for him, making it look even more ridiculous.
George did not look amused.
The two older women laughed. "Ok, you get dressed, and we'll be waiting downstairs. Take your time!"
Mary winked at George as the door closed, and George scowled, blushing deeply in embarrassment.
Lennie looked at him. "Do I go? Shall I leave?"
George leaned on his arms. He shook his head. "Nah. I'll just go into the bathroom."
He got up and collected his clothes, before opening his door and stepping out. He popped his head back round the door. "Stay there," he ordered. "And don't touch anything!"
Lennie nodded obediently, and sat there, crossed legged, waiting for George to come back in.
The sound of running water could be heard, and Lennie twiddled his thumbs. A little while later, George came back into the room, wearing his usual blue jeans, brown jacket and shoes, darker brown hat, and a red shirt. His hair stuck out a little over his eyes.
He gave Lennie a smile, and went into the room, holding his pyjamas, and placed them on the bed on the pillow. He went underneath the bed, and came out with a package. He handed it to him.
"Merry Christmas," he said with a soft smile.
Grinning, Lennie took it, and opened it excitedly. A soft, brown toy rabbit with black eyes stared up at him, and Lennie clapped his hands in delight like a little child.
"Till you get a real one," George said. He sat down next to him, reached over, and stroked the rabbit's fur. "It took me a while to find."
Lennie stared at the rabbit, fascinated. He stroked it from head to tail in one long movement with his big bear paw, and a gave a goofy smile.
"And you can't hurt it," George added. "So you can pet it all you like, Lennie."
Lennie turned to George. His eyes shone and they beamed brightly. "It's super, George!"
He hugged him again, tightly, and then let go. George gasped for air again, but smiled.
"I'm glad ya like it."
"I love it! I'll get you your present now!"
He got up, ran out of the room, his feet thudding heavily as he ran, and came back holding a brown, oddly shaped object. He sat down again, causing George to fall backwards once more, and shoved it towards him.
Sitting up, George unwrapped the object to reveal a brand new guitar case. It had his name woven into it in bold white text, and he smiled. He never had a personalised guitar case before. He'd never had anything personalised for him before!
He ran his hands over the object and admired it. George knew that Clara must have asked for it, and then gave it to Lennie to give to him, but he didn't care. It was a touching thought, and George appreciated it very much.
He placed it next to him, and turned back to look at Lennie. He smiled at him, and hugged him. "Thank you. It's a very nice gift and I truly appreciate it, Lennie."
Lennie gave goofy smile and hugged George back, but this time a lot gentler.
George then pulled away from the taller teen and grinned. "C'mon," he said. "Let's go down now, and see what our families have gotten us."
Lennie nodded eagerly and they both got up and headed for the door.
George stepped out first, but then stopped. Lennie bumped into him. "Why'd you stop?" Lennie asked, and George pointed upwards.
Mistletoe had been placed above the door, and George frowned. He turned to look at Lennie, and folded his arms. "Mom must have done that…" he growled.
Lennie looked at the mistletoe, and then at George. He started to lean forward, and George's eyes widened, and he backed away.
"Oh no. Oh no, no, no!"
He ran to the banister and looked down. Clara and Mary were laughing.
"MOM!"
"Go on, George!"
"Do it!"
Lennie came up behind him, giggling.
"AHHH!" George yelled. He ran downstairs, opened the door, and ran out screaming.
The two adults laughed and Lennie came to stand beside them.
"Well," Clara grinned, eyebrow raised, 'that got him up!"