"Get up!" Dylan shouted, jumping on top of Blake.
Blake looked up at his friend's face. "Get off of me." He shoved Dylan off of him. There was a grunt and Blake guessed that Dylan landed on top of Alex.
"Hurray." Alex said in happiness. Blake dared to look. Alex was pressing Dylan against him and Alex had his cheek on Dylan's shoulder blade. Alex had a big goofy smile on his face while Dylan just looked confused. "Boomerang, you came back." Alex was still sleeping.
Blake and Dylan looked at each other.
Dean kept an eye out on his dad. His dad is racist, that's the problem. Maybe his dad wasn't racist towards Dean's friends, but he couldn't help but worry. At least his dad didn't invite his gang with him which was a plus.
There was a small stack of presents on the card table. Dean stared at two of the abnormally large looking presents. He was holding a glass of fruit punch. He couldn't tell what the hell Dylan and Alex bought Blake.
He wasn't sure what the hell his parents bought Blake. He wasn't interested in watching Aunt Christina try to flirt with Seth, who looked uncomfortable. Dean would tease him about it later or when Aunt Christina wasn't around. Roman looked amused at Christina flirting with Seth. They both know there were going to tease him relentlessly about it.
"I wonder what my parents got him," Dean said. He looked at his parents who were busy talking to Roman. He looked at Dylan and Alex who were having one heated game of rock-paper-scissors. So far it looked like Dylan was kicking Alex's ass.
Blake was at the table looking at the checkerboard. Dean walked over and sat down across from him. The red checkers where in front of him.
Dean asked, "Red or black?"
"I'll be black," Blake said. He moved the black checker diagonally. "I feel bad for Seth." He looked over to see his mother squeezing Seth's bicep in the living room.
Dean looked over at Seth, who mouthed 'help me' at them. Dean and Blake mouthed 'no' and shook their heads at the same.
The presents went first before the cake.
"Pick mine first," Dylan said, eagerly.
Blake chose Uncle Charles's present first, just to spite Dylan.
"He favors me over you, Dean!" Charles said, in victory and pointed at Dean. "In your face!" Dean wasn't amused, as he tried to bite his dad's finger.
Blake took out the paper that was in the bag. He took out a jacket, a little worried. He knew about his dad's racism, Dean told him that Charles had once tried to 'convert' him to racism when he was two.
The jacket was a black zip-up hoodie and had his high school's name on it. Blake couldn't describe his relief.
He grabbed the bag that held his aunt's present. He took out a blue dream catcher with three blue feathers on it. He gave a smile to his aunt.
He put the dream catcher on the jacket and opened his mother's present. It was a shirt with the circus's name on it. He looked at the date, June 6, 2000.
"Oh, so it's the circus that you gave birth to me at." Blake said and had to chuckle. His mom would get him something like that as a reminder.
"Yeah," Christina said. She was standing next to Seth and did something to Seth that caused him to grunt. Blake heard Roman snicker and could see Dean trying hard not to smile.
Blake decided to wear the shirt to the circus they were going to and placed the shirt with his jacket and dream catcher.
He decided to open Dylan's gift and grabbed it. He removed the newspaper and looked at the medieval flail.
Dean sounded distressed when he said, "That may have been a mistake." Blake set the flail down and opened up Alex's gift, to see a medieval battle axe. Dean sounded even more distressed when he said, "That may have been a bigger mistake."
Blake set the weapon down and grabbed Seth's gift. He can tell that it's a book and pulled the wrapping paper off. It was the Red Pyramid and he gave a small smile to Seth. He put the book with the clothes and dream catcher. He opened Dean's present and held up five throwing stars.
"That may have been a mistake," Dylan mocked.
Dean scowled and Blake opened Roman's gift. It was the two games American McGee's Alice and Alice: Madness Returns.
"Thanks," Blake said.
"Let's eat the cake and head to the circus," Christina said. She did something to Seth that caused him to grunt.
Roman wanted to assert his 'uncle-hood' by driving Blake, Dylan, and Alex to the circus. Christina practically dragged Seth to her car. Dean and Roman started to snicker in amusement.
"Somebody should go with them to make sure my mom doesn't 'frisk' Seth on the side of the road." Blake said and Dean decided that he would be the best bet. He went to Christina's car to make sure Seth didn't get, as Blake put it, 'frisked.'
"We missed you last year," The ticket salesman said to Blake.
Blake winced, "Things came up George."
George's eyes landed on the scars on Blake's arms, he nodded in understanding. He looked at Christina, Charles, Robin, Dean, Roman, Seth, Dylan, and Alex. He put in the tickets and the price came up.
Christina paid for the tickets and grabbed them, "See you next year George."
"Sure thing," George said. He waved at them as they left and Blake waved.
"If you and my mom get married, would you prefer if I call you Dad or Seth?" Blake asked Seth. Seth just scowled and Blake laughed. Seth knew that Dean didn't tell Blake to say that, but he'll blame Dean for rubbing off on Blake anyway.
Charles was sitting next to a black man and seemed to be holding back. I will not ruin my nephew's birthday. I will not ruin my nephew's birthday. Charles repeated to himself.
Alex and Dylan were getting into a heated game of rock-paper-scissors. Dylan was winning.
Robin and Christina were having a conversation. Roman and Dean were talking. Blake was sitting next to Seth as he scowled at Christina's hand on his knee.
"Don't worry. She'll leave you alone once she realizes that you will never like you back." Blake whispered to Seth.
"I don't think she will. She has been giving me the dirty alley way eyes when I first met her," Seth said. Blake had to nod in agreement.
Blake had taken the flail into the kitchen, seeing some man with a gun and wearing a ski mask. The man was reaching for the doughnuts on the table and Blake put the flail behind his back.
The man looked up at Blake, who turned his head to the side. "Nice gun. Did your friends buy you that for your birthday?"
"Get to bed, kid," The man said. "I don't want to live with that type of guilt." He was holding the gun at him.
"If you kill me, you'll be doing me a favor." Blake said and held up his scarred arm up. "You didn't answer my question. Did your friends buy you that gun for your birthday?"
"I'm pointing a gun at you," The man said.
"My best friend bought me a medieval flail for my birthday," Blake said. He held up the flail and the man's eyes widen. "Stay away from my doughnuts!" He swung the flail into the table. One of the spikes embedded itself a little into the table. The man ran out of the house.
Christina walked in the living room and looked at the flail. "At least you got a use out of that."
A/N: I had momentarily forgotten what Charles and Robin were going to get Blake. So I came up with something on the spot.