Bet u weren't expecting this one xd enjoy. *wink*
"Stan, your family leaves you home by yourself a lot, don't they?" Kyle asked, as I opened the door. I was surprised to see him. Happy, but still so surprised. I could recognize him by his voice, but almost didn't want to get my hopes up and believe he was here- but there he was.
I haven't spoken to Kyle in weeks.
"Shouldn't you be with yours?"
"You count as family, too.."
"It's freezing.. come in.." I pull him inside quickly, and then help him remove his many frost covered layers.
"So why'd you come here?"
"I wanted to ask you.."
I go quiet, waiting for him to continue.
"Can I stay here?"
What.
I give him a weird look and quickly snatch his hat when he begins to explain himself. He's used to it by now, though, and just continues on.
"Since it's Christmas Eve- I mean.. I just.. I'm not busy or anything, and.." I watched Kyle's eyes stray over to the Christmas tree, "I didn't want you to be alone.."
"It won't be any trouble?"
"None at all."
"Then of course!" I squeeze him. He laughs lightly, and when I put him down he walks over to the tree.
"I thought Santa only came when the tree was decorated." He placed the wrapped gift beneath the tree.
"You aren't serious.." I mumble, although I knew this must've been his way of scolding my laziness.
Even though Kyle doesn't celebrate Christmas, he's always said Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it. He's always given me the best Christmas cards, and even gifts. Now he's going as far as to come over. He really wants me to be cheery, I can tell. That's what Christmas means to Kyle.
He just wants me to be happy, and have a holiday, and that's why he cares about Christmas so much more than I do.
Kyle dragged me over to the box of decorations that I had set on the floor. "So um.."
That's right. I found it hard to believe that Kyle hadn't done this ever before, but it must've been true.
"Okay, look." I go over and take the lights out from the box. •
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Christmas to me is so important, because when Stan's depression started developing, he lost interest in it. And I couldn't just lose him like that..
It's important to me because I want it to be special for him, is all. I want to make it what it's supposed to be. I want my boyfriend to feel happy, and loved on Christmas.
After decorating the tree, Stan and I sat by the fireplace. He insisted that I don't freeze to death.
Really, time goes by fast for me. I can't believe that it's winter already, but in a heartbeat it will change into summer, and I'll have forgotten about spring.
Stan handed me a cup of hot chocolate and sat down next to me. I leaned against him, contently, and he wrapped his arm around me.
The other day, Stan had said something to me and I hadn't any idea why, but he said, "sorry."
He'd gotten cut off though before he could continue.
I'm just remembering now. That was last time we'd spoken, a few weeks ago, I think. And now looking back I know I forgot to say "I love you" on that day.
