13 days of X-mas. Day Two.
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actionreactionDay Two.
The tree was definitely lopsided. It might have been the arrangement of the few lone ornaments. Or maybe the distinct lack of lights or tinsel. Or maybe it was the fact that the small undernourished-looking tree was just lopsided.
Eric didn't really care. He knew Bobby didn't either. They were happy enough to even get a tree at all. They were expensive, real or fake, and they had to opt for a small potted thing so tired looking that the guy selling it felt bad charging them anything. Bobby called it a Charlie Brown tree and pretty much skipped home as Eric carried it.
Meager gifts were beneath it now, a mysterious package for each of them. Bobby's gift for Eric was wrapped with the kind of intent devotion he always showed his older brother, in black, white, and red skull and crossbones paper that Eric had picked up from Hot Topic. Eric's gift for Bobby was wrapped in the same paper, with the kind of frustrated look to it that a gift always got when the wrapper didn't have the patience to fold each edge properly.
It was the thought that counted, and the thought that had gone into Eric's gift for his younger brother was incredible. He'd spent weeks on it, hiding out from time to time, keeping the secret from Bobby, a feat in and of itself. He handed the large package to him at precisely midnight on Christmas Eve - well, Christmas Day at that point - unable to wait a second longer.
'Always always' the painting was called, and Eric knew how much Bobby loved it. The flush in his cheeks, the way his breath held just a moment as his eyes took in every last detail of the portrait of himself and Eric, Eric holding him, keeping him close, watching over him. Like always.
It didn't matter if they had to have a Charlie Brown Christmas. They had each other and that was the best gift either of them could ever receive.
The tree was definitely lopsided. It might have been the arrangement of the few lone ornaments. Or maybe the distinct lack of lights or tinsel. Or maybe it was the fact that the small undernourished-looking tree was just lopsided.
Eric didn't really care. He knew Bobby didn't either. They were happy enough to even get a tree at all. They were expensive, real or fake, and they had to opt for a small potted thing so tired looking that the guy selling it felt bad charging them anything. Bobby called it a Charlie Brown tree and pretty much skipped home as Eric carried it.
Meager gifts were beneath it now, a mysterious package for each of them. Bobby's gift for Eric was wrapped with the kind of intent devotion he always showed his older brother, in black, white, and red skull and crossbones paper that Eric had picked up from Hot Topic. Eric's gift for Bobby was wrapped in the same paper, with the kind of frustrated look to it that a gift always got when the wrapper didn't have the patience to fold each edge properly.
It was the thought that counted, and the thought that had gone into Eric's gift for his younger brother was incredible. He'd spent weeks on it, hiding out from time to time, keeping the secret from Bobby, a feat in and of itself. He handed the large package to him at precisely midnight on Christmas Eve - well, Christmas Day at that point - unable to wait a second longer.
'Always always' the painting was called, and Eric knew how much Bobby loved it. The flush in his cheeks, the way his breath held just a moment as his eyes took in every last detail of the portrait of himself and Eric, Eric holding him, keeping him close, watching over him. Like always.
It didn't matter if they had to have a Charlie Brown Christmas. They had each other and that was the best gift either of them could ever receive.