The Maia and Ross Diaries 2

C16 - Thanksgiving

It took awhile to get here, but it's that time of season ... I think they use that sang for Christmas, but thankfully I don't care.... It's Thanksgiving. One of my favorite holidays that I could always think of my mom on and not cry or anything...she was the queen of Thanksgiving and shut Hailey and I up with her food all the time, whenever we cried for it. Past Mitchell Thanksgiving's we're crazy. And bizarre... But it made it special. 

Laura

On Thanksgiving I eat by myself. I'm always alone, or cleaning up after a man... This year I want to be festive. I want to be with the people that are important, instead of crying alone... I should be happy. But I'm not. All the money in the world would not change how I feel about myself. The pit I'm in.


Maia

It involved drinking and a slight independence. And also being fabulous. But when it became Lynch Thanksgivings, things we're perfect. Ross took Peyton and I around New York and played his little guitar back then and showed us places he knew about. But I don't know about doing that this year unless I want eggs thrown in my face... But he still always goes out for us and that's why I was glad he was back for the time being. He was such a romantic, and an expert at cooking. Getting older I loved the fact I was learning all these things about him. Like his favorite color is yellow, and he'd like to go flying one day. I know I've grown bits when he's not with me and soon there will be more tour offers, and I started feeling good about myself but I think when he's back, I can just grow happy. Oh how I love him. But bleh, back to me.

Laura

I have nobody...

Maia

You can never get tired of eating with the people you love, and celebrating each other. (Most of the time) But since I can't cook, this would be the first time I help Ross make stuffed chicken, or turkey, or whatever he said it was. And we're doing it as a couple. So that should be incredibly frustrating.

"Santana that is extremely racists!"

"Hey, just keepin' it real."

Fall was definitely here // Tina and Santana we're arguing over something, while we adults we're discussing our Thanksgiving plans with each other. Well, most of us. It's hard to tell because they all didn't seem to talk about family.

"Well, my mom is coming home and is going to force me to watch Jewish movies," Puck said as Rachel looked at him with worry. "And she's gonna cry...a lot. More than Maia."

Santana laughed, "That's possible?"

Brittany looked towards Mercedes, sitting down in the lined up chairs. "Never celebrate Thanksgiving. You're killing turkeys who'd invented the color brown for America."

I giggled at Brittany throwing on my jacket. I'd learn to trust and love these guys enough to see that most of them don't have any lives. And since we had the whole family outcast's vibe going down, I didn't see why I couldn't set out a table for them too. "Well, those who don't have plans can come to my house. We are cooking, and there will be... food."

Laura

Well, I'm not meant to live alone... I want this house, to be a home... Not a place where I cry. Where the tears invade me. Where I'm once again, all by myself.

Thanksgiving

Ross and I we're laughing at how he was helping me remove the giblets from the turkey... We didn't want to have food poisoning, and get a eventful diarrhea. Well I didn't. Been there, done that--

Ross held me from behind telling me how to do this and that, with a smile on his face while Peyton was dancing around the kitchen to "The Twist" that Ross turned on, cause it was his mutual dance-to song. He occasionally took my hands and danced with me around the house and I couldn't hold in my smiles when I couldn't keep up with his moves. He was a really great dancer.