"Harry, can I ask you a question?" I say as he stirs the milk.
"Just did," he says.
"Smart ass," I mumble. Harry chuckles.
"What were you going to ask?" Harry says still smiling.
"Why were you so upset when they left?" I ask. "Was she your girlfriend or something?" I start.
"No," Harry quickly stops me. "She was just one of my good friends from England. I haven't seen much of anyone since I moved to New York," Harry says pouring the milk into the same two mugs we had before.
"Then why don't you go and visit them every once in awhile," I suggest. "You said so yourself that your parents send you money because they have nothing else to spend it on. Why don't you ask them to fund a trip to England for you."
"Because they always seem to go somewhere else when I try to over there," Harry says.
"Next time, you should ask them when they'll be home, and then you go visit them," I suggest.
"I guess that's a good idea," Harry says hanging head.
"Can we do something fun now. It's Christmas Eve and you're all mopey," I say trying to lighten the mood.
"Sure," he chuckles.
"Let's go watch The Polar Express like we had planned," I say moving to the lounge. Harry follows.
We put our mugs down on the coffee table and I put the movie on. For most of it, Harry points out that most of what is happening is basically impossible. I keep saying "Shut up, Harry." He laughs, but doesn't shut up.
"God, Harry, you're like the guy who gets 'LEARN' punched into his ticket," I say at the end of it.
"That stuff would never happen though," Harry says defensively.
"That's what makes it such a great movie," I state.
"I'll admit it was a good movie," Harry starts.
"Now if it wasn't so unrealistic would it have been just as good," I question already knowing what he was going to say.
"Probably not," Harry starts before I cut him off.
"Then stop complaining," I say putting my hand up.
"Ok," Harry raises his hands above his head in defeat.
He turns on his heels and then disappears into the kitchen again. I hear him searching through something before he returns with a blue box in his hands.
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Harry Baby
FanfictionWhat 18 year old has to worry about being Santa? Cassy Sanders does. While her irresponsible parents go out and party on Christmas Eve with her five younger sisters, Cassy has to wrap the presents she bought. The worst part, each child only gets one...