Chapter 4
A loud thud at Dustin’s apartment door three days later stopped Malcolm just as he was about to have his heroes share their first kiss. He frowned and got up from the kitchen table where he’d been working on his laptop for several hours. He glanced at the clock on Dusty’s wall. Almost four.
Malcolm unlooked the door and opened it.
“Merry Christmas!” Dusty stood on the doorstep grinning from ear to ear. In his arms he held a cardboard box and several filled plastic bags. He brushed past Malcolm and into the apartment.
“What the hell?” he asked bemused.
“I got us a Christmas tree and decorations on my way home from school.” Dustin set the packages down on the couch. “I got a fake tree because I hate the idea of trees dying for Christmas. I’m off tonight, so I thought we could
