Okay so in the photo basically Mike's is on the left and Isaac's is on the right but the presents they are giving each other are on said persons side.
So like Michael's present to Isaac is on Michael's side, and Isaac's present to Michael is on Isaac's side. Okay? Okay.
** happy 2016 you've made my year already just by reading this : )
Also. Holy hell we're on the 30th chapter already it feels like just yesterday we were on the 13th!
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Christmas morning; snow flakes falling lightly out of the sky and onto the Earth's ground. Covering it with the white icy cold snow, maybe around an inch or more off the ground.
Causing roads to be closed, and people to get out the shovels.
Nearly seven thirty, and the Frye house was quiet. The eight 'teenagers' still sound asleep, and the two mothers drinking fresh coffee down in the living room, waiting for everyone else to wake up.
Michael was the first to stir awake, his insomnia getting a bit better but he still is used to waking up around this time from the ROWYSO tour -- and from having to get up for interviews.
His vision was blurry, each time he blinked it cleared up a bit.
Once his vision was clear, and his brain slowly started to wake up also. He remembered.
Its Christmas.
He shot up to his feet, quickly regretting it as his vision was covered with spots of colors and he stumbled a bit.
God damn why do I always do that, he thought. Mentally slapping himself in the face.
He attempted to blink them away and move but all he did was trip over his own feet and fall.
"Fuck!" He swore, wincing at the pain on his hip, left arm and leg, along with his right ankle.
Isaac blinked his eyes open forcefully, looking at the red haired boy then crawling to help him up.
But only to be tackled back onto the mattress on the floor. He groaned and tried to kick Michael off him but realization hit when Michael started yelling.
"Wake up motherfuckers its Christmas!" The older boy ran around the hallway, Isaac squealing but also laughing since Michael was so childish.
"STOP SWEARING MY GOD!" Ashton groggily yelled back -- though he was all the way down in the basement in Jordan's room.
He snorted, getting up and running to meet with Mike and jumping on his back.
Michael ran down the stairs, running to the living room and sitting on the floor in front of the couch. Isaac was giggling fiercely, his lips and nose buried in Michael's thin red hair and his face a light pink.
He was still on the boy's back, so his legs were wrapped tightly around the older boy's waist, arms in a comfortable position around his neck.
Couldn't be more perfect for them.
Liz laughed lightly at the two, as Paula gave off a weird vibe they both didn't bother to notice.
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