Hey, uploading this quickly before I go to school :P
It was meant to be up last night, but I had internet problems.
It's snowing, but I still have to go to school :P
I don't own BTR :)
Hello again!
How have you been today?
Are you here for the next part of our Christmas tale?
Of course you are!
Shall we get right to it then?
Ok!
For this chapter, we start, in a school. By some lockers, are stood a few boys. Three to be exact.
To some, they could be seen as an...unusual sight.
One, standing tall above the others, possesses a skin tone some could only dream of. His hair, combed to perfection, is of a chestnut tone, his hazel eyes complimenting the obviously many hours work spent on the fine locks. In his back pocket, is a visible black comb, which he takes out every now and again and makes sure his hair hasn't lost any shape.
The next, is wearing a helmet upon his black hair. The reason for the hockey item is that this boy cannot stop running into things. He tries to pull of crazy, unheard of stunts that are always bound to end up badly. Not too smart, if you ask me, but it's his personality. He is the smallest of the trio, the little Latino always wearing a wide grin and bouncing around. He is just a ball of energy.
The last of the three friends, has blonde hair and stunning jade eyes. He is smaller than the first, but taller than the second. You can tell that he is the leader of the three. You can tell that the other two hold an admiration towards him at first glance. The blonde is the most rational out of the group, having to bring the others back to Earth every now and again. However, he is the one to come up with all the hair-raising schemes that get them in a whole world of trouble.
Let's see what they're up to.
"And I want that new range of hair care products, that new video game...oh, and a new TV for my room and..."
"James" the blonde says addressing the tallest. "That's a bit much, don't you think? Your parents won't be able to afford all of that" he told him as gently as he could.
James shook his head, not agreeing.
"No, they'll get it all, they have to. I mean, it's their job. I write a list and they buy the things on it." James reasoned. The little Latino nodded.
"Yeah and besides, who doesn't want all those presents? It's the best part of Christmas!" he chirped.
"Carlos!" the blonde cried, appalled. "Christmas isn't just about the presents! What about family and love and joy and..."
"Aw Kendall, don't bum my mood with all your sappy stuff. I don't care about love and joy. I care about all the presents I have to open on Christmas day." James remarked.
"Me too! That and all the food we can eat. Nothing beats loads of presents and good food!" Carlos budded in.
Kendall sighed, seeing this wasn't going anywhere and that they would never change their minds. He couldn't quite believe they were turning like all the other people in this town though. Maybe they were.
"Have you got a Christmas tree?" he asked, trying to get the topic off of presents. His jaw dropped when both shook their heads, seeming unfazed. "But, but...you had trees last year!" he protested loudly.
"Whoa, Kendall, calm down. It's only a tree; we have plenty of them around." James replied.
"Yeah, it takes too long to get one and then decorate it. Too much effort. What's the point?" Carlos added.
"The point is that it's an important part of Christmas! Helping bring Christmas spirit!" Kendall exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah, Kendall. Whatever."
The school bell rung, signalling the end of the school day. Seeing as he was in a losing battle, Kendall gave up and said goodbye. James and Carlos had managed to get themselves detentions for talking in class, so that left Kendall to walk home alone.
On his way, he passed all the dreary buildings. He thought it was sad how no one really celebrated Christmas properly around here. They were all about the presents and the food. They probably didn't even know the real meaning of Christmas. His own little sister didn't even believe in Santa and she was only 10 years old. She had stopped believing in Santa when she was 7. Santa was one of the things that made Christmas special. He was a Christmas tradition.
Well, yes, I do believe Santa is very important when it comes to Christmas, but what about the proper meaning, Kendall? The deeper meaning?
Besides, wasn't Christmas really meant to be about family? Wasn't it meant to be about love and kindness. Giving and sharing, rather than receiving. About the Holy story and how we can all come together.
There we are, that's better.
Walking along further, Kendall could hear a faint sound. Music was playing around the corner. As he turned said corner, he saw something that made him smile. Something that made his heart fill with warmth and his stomach fill with butterflies. He watched the boy singing, someone with real Christmas spirit. And as soon as he saw him, he knew he had to get to know this wonderful boy.
There we are, Kendall has seen our little friend.
Next time, he shall meet him and a new friendship shall be formed.
Come back soon to see what happens next.
I bid you a good day and night.
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Off to school now, bye!
