My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 28

"Merry Christmas!" I announced to Emmett, bouncing on his bed.

"Oh my God," he muttered, pulling a pillow on his face.

"Do you think Santa came?" I asked, flopping down on the bed next to him.

"Go back to bed."

"Let's go make pancakes!" I whisper-shouted. "Or cinnamon rolls. Yeah, cinnamon rolls sound better."

Emmett peeked at me from underneath his pillow, letting out a sigh. "You're 17 years old Emily Winston."

"And you're a party pooper Emmett Winston."

"It's 7:00 in the morning," he groaned, rolling over to turn his back on me.

"Which is why it's the perfect time go and check to see if Santa came!"

He let out a groan, smacking me with the pillow he was holding over his face before sitting up. "Did you at least bring me some coffee?"

I handed him a mug of coffee off of his nightstand with a smile.

He grumbled something that sounded like a "thanks" while sipping his coffee and climbing out of bed.

"So we can go check?" I asked, jumping up and down on his bed again.

"Yes," he groaned. "If you shut up we can go check."

I hopped on his back, pecking his cheek. "Yay!"

He laughed, shaking his head. "You're a piece of work, you know that?"

"I've been told."

He finished off his coffee, placing the empty mug on his nightstand as I hopped off of his back.

We made our way out into the living room, and there were indeed presents under the tree.

"Looks like Santa came through," Emmett said, with a laugh.

"Props to Santa," I said, shaking my head.

I did not expect my parents to pull through.

"Are you making me breakfast or what?" Parker asked Emmett, coming out of the back.

"Merry Christmas!" I sang.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It's way too early for this shit."

Emmett laughed. "Better get used to it. Emily gets excited for pretty much every holiday."

Parker gave me a quick kiss before going to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"No," Emmett ordered. "It's too early for that definitely."

"Boyfriends and girlfriends kiss," I informed him, taking a seat on one of the barstools in the kitchen.

"Not at 7 AM they don't," Emmett grumbled, opening the refrigerator and pulling out the cinnamon rolls.

"Where's Lee?" I asked Parker.

"Not quite in the Christmas spirit," Parker answered, dumping some creamer into his coffee.

Emmett clapped Parker on the back, offering him a sympathetic smile before pulling out a pan for the cinnamon rolls.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Lee was the most bubbly and energetic person in this entire apartment. He's the last person I expected to still be in bed on Christmas morning.

Parker took a seat next to me, taking a sip of his coffee. "Lee's bipolar, yeah?"

I nodded in agreement.

"So he suffers from mood swings," Parker explained. "Not always as severe as manic and depressive, but mood swings none the less."