"You hit him with your car? That's how you guys met?"
"Yup. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
In which two hot-headed musicians learn to tolerate each other.
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song: hybrid moments - misfits November, 1983
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"ARE YOU SURE you don't wanna come with us? Really, my parents won't mind it. They love you more than me, anyway." Willow quizzes for the billionth time, it feels.
"Positive. I think I can manage a week without you." I assure her with a smile.
"Yeah, but it's not any week. It's Thanksgiving." She frowns, leaning forward to place a hand over mine.
For the last 2 years, I've been spending Thanksgiving with Willow and her family since I left home. But, this year, Willow's gonna spend the holiday with the rest of her family back in her hometown.
"I'll be fine, Jackson. Just bring me back leftovers, that would make me feel better." I comment and Willow rolls her eyes yet, she couldn't help but laugh.
"I don't get it, though. Why can't you just spend Thanksgiving with your family?" Lars asks from my beanbag, next to my couch. Cliff stretches his arm out to smack the back of the Dane's head
"Shut up, Lars." James hisses.
"What? I didn't do anything!" He yelps, his hand reaching out to soothe his head.
"Seriously, Lars. Just, shh." Kirk shakes his head.
"It's fine." I snort. "It's not a big deal. What are you guys doing for Thanksgiving, anyway?" I query, changing the topic.
"Well, we all usually head home. But it's usually just for the day." Cliff explains. "James stays here, though. Go to him if you're bored. Or he could go to you."
"What if my plans are different this year?" James mumbles, a frown appearing on his face.
"Are your plans different this year?" Cliff presses.
James pauses for a moment before scoffing, leaning his back onto the couch. "Whatever."
"Calm down, it's not like I'm dying to see you." I roll my eyes.
"Wait, I almost forgot!" Willow squealed from next to me, getting up to grab something. She came back with 5 gold gift bags, handing each of us one.
"I wish you did forget," James murmurs as he sees what's in the bag.
I take a peek and pull out the pajama shorts and matching socks. They were both white with Happy Turkey Day written in red, and turkeys scattered all over them as a print.
