[Yes, I'm late for this one. Like, really late. But it'll make sense.]
"JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELL ROCK-"
"SHUT. THE. LITERAL. FUCK UP," I yelled as I slammed my fists on my desk, spilling my concoction drink from the red solo cup onto the white carpetting.
"It's not fucking christmas! It's JANUARY YOU CUNTS!!!"
The Erickson gang stood in Violet's hallway, all wearing christmas-y outfits and holding cups of hot cocoa.
"Vi....," Louis whinned. "Spooky season is over, quit being a little emo bi-" I launched at Louis, holding my machete to his neck.
"Fuck. Off," I spat at him as I climbed off of him and went back to my room. "Let me finish my project first before you wanna be some holly jolly dickwipes." The slamming of my bedroom door echoed throughout the rather small house I lived in. Bucky, my loyal Chow Chow/ Pitbull mixed pup, walked besides me and pawed at my ankles, begging for attention.
"Awe, my lil Bucky-Boo," I baby-talked. He was the most adorable and loyal pup there is. I picked him up and brushed his soft, black and brown fur.
"Sometimes, I wish Christmas wasn't even a fucking thing." The dog yawned and laid his head on my chest. Drifting into slumber to the beating of my heart.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS HONEY! IF YOU DON'T HAVE A GIFT, I'LL GLADLY TAKE MONEY! I WROTE IT DOWN ON MY CHRISTMAS LIST. IF I DON'T GET IT IMMA BE P-"
"FUCK OFF," I yelled into the hall. Bucky jumped awake and scurried off underneath my bed, his common hiding place when he's scared.
"Noooo, baby boy!!!" I got down on my hands and knees and pleaded with the pup to come out, only to be smothered with licks and puppy taps on my cheeks.
"I love you," I kissed his cold, wet nose and he laid comfortably in my arms, like the baby he truly is.
"Rudolf the red nose rei-" I opened my door and stared at the group with cold eyes. Studying each of them as if I was a hungry tiger stalking his injuried prey. And like the fericious lion, I leaped onto the weak. Only, I didn't kill them. Not even scratched them. Bucky laid in my arms unbothered as the gang and myself laid ill-comfortably on the floor staring at my ceilings, decorated with Christmas lights and rainbow wreaths.
"How can I possible concentrate on making ornaments with yall obnixious, off-key screeching," I laughed as everyone stared at me.
"You're telling me you LIKE Christmas?!," Ruby asked.
"Not at all. I only did this because yall love it so much," I got to my feet and laid Bucky on his bean-bag bed and closed the door behind.
"We're sorry, Vi," Marlon apologized. I shrugged and grabbed a gallon of eggnog from the fridge.
"Home Alone anyone?" The group cheered and piled into the living room as I prepared snacks and drinks, these fools never seemed to grow up. They're in their late 20's and still get excited over the simple change in seasons, the change of holidays.....
Gotta respect the innocent. It refreshens me.
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Fanfiction[Cover Pic designed by skuroddls from RedBubble with a few of my edits] ~short stories i made up about characters from twdg series~
