A very rushed Christmas story I wrote last night because I was more focused on my Hamilton one shot. :P
It was only five in the morning when Randy stirred awake on Christmas Day.
He woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. It was too early to go downstairs and open presents. He didn't have enough Christmas spirit to barge into his parents' room to wake them up so they could get started, but he also didn't want to lay here doing nothing for the next three hours.
Letting out a groan, he got down from his bunk and pulled his cellphone off the charger on his desk. No new messages; the most recent one he'd received was Julian's goodnight text. He sent to him, "Merry Christmas, Jewel. You up yet?" He doubted he'd get answer, but he didn't care. He had enough apps to entertain himself in silence for a while.
Then he looked out the window.
It was snowing. The crystalized flakes were fluttering down slowly to the sea of white on the ground. The deep, dark blue dawn sky made the whiteness glow in mere contrast.
Randy watched the snow fall. He was silent, taking in the sight.
The phone rang in his hand. It was Julian.
He smiled as he answered it. "Hey, baby."
"Good morning, love. Merry Christmas." Julian's voice had a hint of tiredness to it, yet it was clear in his tone that he was happy.
"Merry Christmas. Do you see what's outside?"
"I do. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"It really is. Not as beautiful as you, though."
Julian giggled on the other end. "I've been looking forward to this for weeks. It's our first Christmas as a couple."
"I know, I've been excited too." Randy put a hand to the window. It felt chilly, but he didn't mind.
His eyes were fixed on the peaceful falling snow. He thought about how in a matter of hours, he and Julian would be together, holding each other in warmth and exchanging kisses under mistletoe. That alone, he decided, was going to make this the best Christmas ever.