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Chapter 21
~Christmas!~
About halfway through the first movie, I end up dozing off in Archer's arm. I vaguely feel him pick me up and carry me upstairs, but I'm quick to fall back into a deep slumber...
"It's Christmas, get the hell up you two," Jackson yells. I peek my eyes open to see Jackson jumping on the bed, the tail to his onesie flopping up and down as he does. Archer groans as he lifts his head up, grabs his pillow, and flings it at Jackson's face.
"Watch your mouth," he scolds. Jackson throws the pillow down and tilts his head back before cupping his hands around his mouth.
"Hell, shit, fuck, damn," he screams. He smirks at Archer, but it vanishes when Archer gets up. Jackson jumps off the bed and runs out the door, shutting it behind him, almost making Archer run into it. Archer sighs and shakes his head as I chuckle and sit up. The door opens again and Jackson peeks his head in.
"No but seriously. Papa said we can't open presents without you guys," he exclaims. He disappears for about five seconds before reappearing. "Hurry the hell up!" He yells. He smirks at Archer, then runs off.
I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Archer does the same, then we both go downstairs. We meet everyone in the living room, and surprisingly they're all still dresses in their onesies as well, even Jeremy.
Mike told me a lot of the pack members leave the house for Christmas, so that explains why no one but the family is in the living room. That, and he said there are two more living rooms in the house that some of them celebrate in. He also said every Christmas night, the whole pack eats dinner together, which is rare. The whole time I've been here, the ridiculously long table we eat at, has only been completely filled a handful of times. Mike then proceeded to tell me that the pack may be very close, but each of them has separate lives, which makes sense.
I shake my head and look around the room. The tree lights are on, the fire is still going, and the light from outside is pouring through the window making some of the ornaments glisten. I look outside at the field of fresh snow. It's somewhat satisfying to look at; an untouched field of snow, with no prints.
As a kid, I didn't like it. I remember playing in it all day, making snow angels and snowmen, running around leaving tracks everywhere. But the next day all the tracks would be covered along with the snow angels, and the snowmen would have a layer of snow on it, making it look sloppy. I'd get really confused, and somewhat mad. But my mom told me that it's a good thing because then there'd be more snow to play with.
"Can we open presents now?" Jackson groans.
I tell everyone to hold on then I quickly run upstairs to my room, and get the presents out of the closet. I remember I still have to wrap Archers, so I quickly do that. I did, however, remember to wrap the rest of them two days ago. I finish up wrapping the box in the green wrapping paper, that has little gingerbread men on it.
My wrapping skills are mad. No, I'm not even joking. My mom surprisingly sucked at it and it'd piss my dad off. She just didn't have the patience, which is odd seeing as she was one of the most patient people I knew. My dad got pissed because he was a perfectionist. So whenever my mom would set a present in front of him and there were little corner pieces sticking out, the creases not creased to perfection, and the tape falling off, he'd get this uncomfortable look on his face. It was quite funny actually. I swear the guy had OCD or something.
I smile remembering them arguing about it. My mom would always argue, saying that they'd be ripped apart anyway, so why does it matter. Which in return my dad completely disagreed.
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