After Aunt Margaret was long passed out on the sofa, someone having drawn a moustache in a neon blue highlighter on her upper lip, Courtney and Duncan returned downstairs just in time to see the last of his family arriving through the doors. Everyone was hugging and kissing cheeks, exchanging stories of how treacherous the roads were from wherever they had travelled from. Courtney had never known how many family member Duncan had, let alone how spread out across Canada they were. But it was nice to see that they had all made the special effort to be home with their family for Christmas.
"Look here!" Everyone's attention was turned towards an older man who was searching through a long forgotten family album. He pulled a certain picture form its protective pocket and started passing it around the room to various family members. Courtney avoided contact with it, but Duncan quickly hurried it along the que of people wanting to see what the fuss was about. "That's me when I was your age, boy." He told Duncan. Courtney couldn't help but stifle a giggle. "Yeah, laugh all you want missy, but I was better looking in that speedo than your boyfriend there will ever be."
Duncan couldn't apologize enough to Courtney to make up for his embarrassing relatives, but the brunette teenager was having too much fun either way.
"He's a weirdo..." Duncan whispered once the laughter had died down around the whole room, "Just ignore him like the rest of us do."
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