CHAPTER FIVE
1539 Words
Song: Rockin Around The Christmas Tree By Brenda Lee
CHAPTER FIVE.
Christmas Day.
I duck down besides Abel's window and quickly peak to see if he's in there. I stand up and open the rest of his cracked window and slip inside his room. I quietly walk over to him sleeping on his bed. "Merry Christmas Abel." I place a small box on his desk and quietly leave his room and close the window.
*Flashback*
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!" My mother shouts to all her weirdo family.
Emilia smiles. "Merry Christmas Mommy!" She chirps and wraps her arms around my mom.
"Where's my little Abel boy?" My mom asks and looks around. Once she spots him she grins and walks towards him.
"Mom, come on. We talked about this."
She raises her eyebrows and places her hands on her hips. "About? What about?"
Abel sighs and rubs his fingers through his unwashed blonde hair. "Mom!"
She giggles and pinches his cheeks. "Oh Abe, come on! I don't know what your talking about." She smirks.
Abel rolls his eyes. "I'm not a little boy." He glances at me and back at Mom. "I'm your little man."
She smirks and begins to tickle him. "Darling. You should go wash your hair before the Ferring's get here."
He nods. "But.. what about presents?"
"We can open them after you bathe." She tells him.
He grins. "Fine." He hops up off the ground and runs upstairs.
My mom eyes me and works her way towards me. "Sully!" She exclaims.
I stand up off the couch and wrap her in a big bear hug. "Merry Christmas Mom!"
She smiles and stands on her tiptoes to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Merry Christmas Sullivan."
"I got you something."
"Baby, you didn't need to get me anything. My family is all I want and need."
I pull out a small box from my pocket and hand her the badly wrapped present. She quickly opens the small present and opens the box.
Her eyes widen slightly. "How did you buy this?"
I shrug. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve."
She smiles, I bend slightly down as she kisses my cheek. "Thank you Sullivan. This is very kind. I didn't think you would remember."
"Then that makes it even more of surprise." I grab the diamond necklace out of her hands and help her put it on.
"Drew! Come look at what Sullivan got me."
My dad runs out of the kitchen with powder all over his face and gravy on his apron. "Um. There's an emergency in the kitchen."
My mom chuckles and rushes into the kitchen. "What happened?"
I walk into the kitchen to see one of the pies face down on the ground and gravy boiling over. I turn off the stove top and my mom cleans the pie off the floor.
"Things got a little out of hand." My dad grins and scratches his neck.
"Yeah, I see that."
My mom throws the pie in the trash and wipes her hands on her apron.
"Honey, I'm sorry." My dad sighs and rubs his neck.
My mom smiles and places her hands on his shoulders. "It's okay Drew. I shouldn't have left you unattended." They chuckle.
*ding dong*
I walk out of the kitchen and through the living room towards the front door. I open the front door to see a grinning Billy. "Billy! My man! How's it goin'?" I inquire with a bro shake.
He walks through the door and I close it. "Great dude! How's everything?"
I chuckle. "Everything's good. I thought Fredrick was riding with you?"
"Yeah about that." He chuckles and pats my shoulder. "You know Cynthia?"
I nod. "Oh god. What did he do?"
"Well, her father walked in on them having s*x, on his bed."
"Your kidding, right?"
He shakes his head and snickers. "No bro! So he's going to be a little late."
"Boy, he's going to get the beating of a lifetime."
The doorbell rings, I quickly grab the knob and twist it. "Hey Fred. I heard what happened."
He walks in and stands next to Billy. "Ah, you told him?"
Billy nods. "Totally dude."
"So what happened?" I ask as we head down to the basement.
"Well." He scratches his neck and takes a seat on the Navy Blue couch. "We were really going at it and then her dad had to frickin' walk in! And he was waving his hands in the air screamin and yellin. But before we even realized he was there he literally yanked me off of her. Let me tell you this, the ending wasn't pretty."
"Why the heck would you do that on her dad's bed?" I question and slap him in the forehead.
"Because she has a twin size bed." Fred whines.
"So what bro? It's still enough to get the job done."
Billy grins and grabs the PS4 controller out of the tv stand. "Heck! Anywhere but her fathers bed is good enough."
He throws his hands up defensively. "She's the one that said his room. I didn't even realize that's who's room it was."
"Uh.. how?"
Frederick grabs the third controller and shrugs. "I don't know, I thought it was the guest room or somethin."
"Guys it's on!" Billy points at the tv screen.
10 minutes later.
I feel a small pair of hands wrap around my chest from behind me.
"Hey baby."
I turn around and place my controller on my lap. I grab her arm and pull her towards me. "Hey gorgeous." I pull her face close to mine and kiss her.
"Yo! Bro! Your dyin!" Fredrick yells with his Boston accent.
I shrug off his comment. "Merry Christmas."
She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. "Merry Christmas!" Her lips attach to mine as we fall against Billy.
"Guys!" Billy whines. "Stop That! We don't need a porno right in the living room. It's really not necessary."
Bryce grins. " Susan wants us to help set the table."
I quickly turn off the playstation and we all head up the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Hey kids!" my mom chirps and kisses Billy and Fredrick on the cheek. Fredrick and Billy whisper something to each other and snicker. "Could you boys please help set the table?"
"Of course." I tell my mom. I grab the plates and silverware and hand them to the guys. As Fred grabs ahold of the plates I pull them towards me. "What were you and Billy talking about?" I ask.
Fred smirks. "Nothing."
"I'll take those." Bryces says as she grabs the plates and places them on the table at each seat.
I pull Billy aside as he sets napkins down. "Can I help you?"
I nod, "Uh yeah, what were you and Fredrick talking about?"
He glances at Fredrick with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing..."
"Just tell me."
Fredrick smirks. "I was saying how hot your mom is."
"Fredrick! Really?" Billy punches Fredrick on the arm.
Fred rubs his arm, "Ow."
I place the silverware nicely down on the table. Bryce wraps her arms around me and attaches her lips to mine. "You're so sexy when you help out."
I smirk and wrap my arms around her. "Your always sexy-"
"VOMIT!" Billy booms.
Bryce slaps his arm.
*******
Abel comes running out of the kitchen with his arms waving around in the air. "FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!"
Fredrick pushes Billy out of the way and runs out of the house. Emilia helps Billy up off the ground.
"Are you still with that one girl? Uh, Cherry?" Emilia asks and twirls her hair with her finger.
Billy takes a step back and Emilia follows his every step. "Oh, Cheryl?"
She giggles. "Yeah."
"No, her I broke up two weeks ago."
Emilia rubs his arm and bites her lip. "Oh, what a shame. Are you looking for a girlfriend."
I roll my eyes and grab the fire extinguisher. This happens every year, the fire, my sisters terrible flirting, Billy creeped out by Emilia, and Fredrick pushing anyone and everyone out of the way to get out of a burning building. I calmly walk into the kitchen and extinguish the small fire in the oven. Bryce walks in and waves her hands in the air and coughs from the smoke. She opens the window above the sink and cracks the backdoor.
"What happened?" my mom inquires, as she hesitantly steps towards the oven. "Oh gosh, DREW!" she sighs and grabs the oven sits.
I take the gloves from her, "Mom, I'll get it." I quickly pull the half burnt Ham from out of the oven and place it on the silver and white granite counter tops.
My dad rushes into the kitchen. "Oh no. What did I do?" he asks.
Mrs. Ferring enters the kitchen and places her hand on her cheek. "Is everyone okay?"
Bryce nods and walks up to her mom. "Everyones fine, Mom." She chuckles.
"Drew, what happened?" My mom questions.
"Darling, I'm sorry." My dad glances at all the people looking at him and then turns back to my mom. "I had to pee" he whispers.
My mom snickers. "It's all right Drew. Dinner time!"
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