Have A Christmas.

Chapter Three: Is everything you own black?

Anastasia

"GOOD BYE AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!" I screamed down the street.

The people walking down the seemed to think it was very strange to see someone yelling. What was going on in this town? As I walked to my new house, key in hand, I couldn't get my mind off of Ignacio. It seemed like he needed to be cheered up. How? I don't know yet, but I will make sure this year will be the best Christmas he has ever had. 

"What if he has had a harmful or traumatic experience around Christmas?" I whispered out loud into the cold December air, "Oh my golly I need to know," 

I quickly turned around and began to run down the sidewalk and in the direction that Ignacio went. A cold gust of wind blew past me and I shivered pulling my coat closer to me. I took the last sip of my Peppermint Mocha and threw it away in a nearby silver trashcan. The snow started to fall faster and harder, the snowflakes seeming to get bigger and fluffier. I wove around families with small children who were out on walks looking at lights, couples buying presents for each other. This town just screamed Christmas and Ignacio screamed I don't give a f*ck.

The streets were confusing to me as I could not see where I was going and had probably gone down this street multiple times already. I slipped my house key back into my coat pocket and pushed my hood up. The weather had started to get bad quickly and I probably shouldn't stay out here much longer. I looked up at the street sign as I reached the end of the street and realized I was lost. 

"Ah nutcrackers!" I mumbled. 

I heard a loud and unhappy sigh from behind me and I quickly turned around. Standing behind me was Ignacio his eyeliner starting to run down his face from the snow hitting it and melting on impact. His face was bright red from the cold, probably the only color other then black on him. He was standing on the front porch of a house that was all black. Black to match the hatred of Christmas he has in his soul.

"Can I help you?" He spat out.

"Actually you can!" I say excitedly as I bounce from foot to foot. 

"Spit it out then," He grumbled. 

"I'm lost and I have absolutely no idea how to get home," I say quickly.

He watched me bounce on my feet to try to stay warm before she finally opens his mouth then shuts it again. It looks as if he wants to say something but he knows he can't.

"You can stay here. On the couch, in the basement," He mumbles out reluctantly.

"OH MY GOLLY THANK YOU! HOW CAN I EVER REPAY YOU?" I scream at him.

"By getting out of my life after tomorrow,"

"I can't do that," 

"You can if you want a place to stay tonight,"

"Fine," I mumble, crossing my fingers in my coat pocket. 

"Come on in, then," Ignacio mumbles as he turns around and walks inside of the black house.

"Is everything you own black?" I ask him. 

"Yes,"

Ignacio

"Why black?" she asks, looking around my house at everything I have.

"Because it's the darkest color. Plus, it just fits my personality," I say, taking off my leather jacket and setting it on the counter.

"But your shirt is gray,"

"It's a shade of black,"

She nods and starts to wander around my house. I don't have much. I have a couple of pictures hanging from the walls, but all of them are in black and white. Every other color is just too happy while black and shades of black are just my style.

I pull out a mug from one of the cabinets and walk over to the coffee machine. I check to make sure there is actually coffee left, before pouring myself some. Leaving it, you guessed it, black. It tastes best this way, because it's actual coffee. Not the stupid, sugar-filled crap that they sell at coffee shops now.

I go to take a sip only to scrunch up my face in disgust. Many things are bad, but cold coffee is by far the worst. I open the microwave and set it for 15 seconds. I wait around, tapping my foot on the floor, until the microwave beeps. I start to drink my coffee as Anastasia waltzes into the room.

"Hey, I found this picture of a super cute kitty on the wall, but it seems rather dark," she says, still managing a smile.

"Well, that is my cat," I say, drinking more coffee.

"Oh, cool. What color is it?"

"Purple,"

"OH MY GOLLY! YOU HAVE A PURPLE CAT?!" 

I can't help but face-palm and laugh as she screams this.

"No, you idiot. It's black,"

"Oh, where is it?" she looks at me, setting the picture down.

"Dead. She died a couple years ago I think," I say, setting my coffee down.

"Oh, I'm sorry,"

"I'm over it,"

"Oh,"

I roll my eyes and walk out of the kitchen and to the basement stairs. I can hear Anastasia following me as I walk down the creaky steps. I hadn't been down here in a while, so who knows what is really down here anymore.

"Um, do I really have to stay down here?" Anastasia asks quietly.

"It's where I said, isn't it?"

"Yeah... but... um,"

"But what?"

"It's scary down here,"

I throw my head back and groan.

"Well, I have one bed, this couch, and a chair upstairs. And I'm NOT sharing a bed with you," I say, "So pick your poison. Chair or couch?"

"I'll sleep on the chair,"

"You've got to be kidding me," I mumble, "I'm going to bed,"

"Oh, well, goodnight!"

I stomp up the stairs and to my bedroom. I climb in bed and try to fall asleep, with my black covers and black everything else. I start to drift off when I hear a meow from beside me. I turn and see yellow eyes looking right at me. I smile in spite of myself.

"Hey there, Boo," I sigh, picking up the kitten and setting her in my lap, "You're not dead, are you?"

Boo looks up at me and a giant grin spreads across my face.

"I know you're not dead. Just didn't want that crazy girl out there to think I actually still had a cat. She seem the type to harass you a bit, and you're antisocial, just like me,"

Boo meows and rubs her face against my hands. She's such an adorable little kitten. She was actually the runt of the litter at the pet store and no one would take her. She had already taken a liking to me, so what else was I supposed to do?

I talked to Boo for a bit more before saying good night to her and falling asleep

***

I woke up in the morning to the sound of singing. I walk out of my bedroom to see red and green everywhere. Anastasia is standing in the middle of the room, looking around and singing Christmas carols to herself.

"What the f*ck did you do to my house?"