I laid in bed watching the ceiling.
Today was Christmas.
I almost didn't know if I wanted to go downstairs or not and face the disappointment of not finding what I really wanted under the Christmas tree.
I have been a cancer patient for a while and the make a wish program wanted everyone to put what they wanted for Christmas on a little card again this year.
Every year I got what I wanted.
A laptop, iPod, new headphones..
But this year.. There's no way.
This year I wrote on the card two simple words.
Sèan McLoughlin
No way that could happen.
Not even "Santa" could pull that off. Kidnapping some poor green haired Irishman? Man now Santa seemed extra creepy.
I had been watching the Jacksepticeye channel since before I was diagnosed. He has been the only thing that keeps me smiling nowadays. And now I just lay here in bed knowing sadly that my Christmas present isn't going to be downstairs waiting for me.
Sighing I stood, my Septic Sam t-shirt revealing one shoulder and my long black fuzzy pj pants faintly brushed the floor. My nails were painted green as always. Stepping out of my room I headed over to the bathroom to freshen up really quick. I hummed as I balanced between brushing my teeth and scrolling through Twitter to look at updates from Sean, Mark and others.
Seeing one I tilted my head.
Man, she's gonna be so surprised!
I shook my head to clear it before letting any hope settle in. He was probably just talking about a relative or maybe even his girlfriend. What are the chances he would be in the U.S. in a small town in the middle of Oklahoma?
I put my phone down and rinsed my mouth with some warm water not wanting to freeze my teeth. Dabbing my mouth dry I inspected my short brown hair in the mirror. It was starting to finally get long again and that made me so happy. I loved my hair. I decided not to bother with brushing it since I probably was going to be alone for another hour or two while my parents slept in.
Getting out and shutting the door behind me I headed down the stairs humming here comes Santa Clause.
I sighed once more closing my eyes as I went to turn towards the tree. Slowly I opened them and almost dropped to my knees.
"You must be, Allison." a sweet accent rang through the room as clear as a bell.
"No.. Way."
YOU ARE READING
Picture Perfect Christmas
FanficThis is a Jacksepticeye fanfic based on a Tumblr post I saw. I don't know how long this is going to be but I'll see. Depending on how easy this is to write then maybe it will become an actually long book and/or series.
