krampus 🌷 tracob

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a/n: little note, yes i know troye is jewish but this is fanFICTION so imma just do this. hope you enjoy munchkin (if you're new hello, i'm just another gay writing about gays. enjoy your stay.) also a little warning that this story is most definitely gonna be a bit wild, don't read if you aren't with it kiddo xx

Twelve Days 'Til Christmas - Thank You Daddy.

Troye's pov

"Mum!"

"Oh, Mummmm!" I sing-song, running up to her near the huge Christmas tree in the centre of the mall. 

I get up to her to see her picking out jewellery for my sister. My smile drops in seconds and is replaced with a frown, feeling my cheeks go hot. This is not fair. I deserve everything I want for Christmas too.

"Mum!" I fuss.

She looks in my direction and sighs, turning back to the glass case. I walk around and stare at the earrings and piercings of sorts. I don't do piercings, oh no, but I am not letting Sage get everything. 

"I want this!" I point at a stud used to poke in your nose. That must hurt! (I love it.)

She nods, "You wanna get that for Sagey?"

I scowl, "No! I want this!"

Dad picks up on my tone and sends me a stern glare, "Quit it, Tok! Or I'm gonna call Krampus on you!"

I whinge and pout until Mum agrees to get the nose stud, just wanting to find a way to hush me up. My feet hurt from stomping on the tile by the end of my fit and my eyes are watery from screaming. After that, Mum and Dad decide they've had enough shopping for today and declare that we're going home. Steele brings Sage and Tyde to the car and Mum and Dad calm me from another fit of going home, dragging me out of the mall. They don't get it, I need this!

"You're seventeen, Troye! Start acting like it!" They scold.

Upon arriving home, I stormed inside and downstairs to my room, slamming the door shut and blasting only the latest of pop hits from the radio. I sang obnoxiously loud and danced around my spacious room, knowing how much it bothers my parents, their room being directly above mine. They can only really hear it when I have the volume above twenty and my screaming like I am being tortured. Eventually, I give it a rest and call my best friend Allie, talking about all the boys I wanna screw for Christmas and any of the witchy stuff going on in her life. I couldn't care less, she's just the only one that will listen to me rant about my boy problems for hours on end. 'He doesn't hit it right!' 'He doesn't get in the groove!' 'He sweats like a beast!' 'He's just gross!' 'He goes 'woogy-woogy' when he comes!' All of those problems. For some reason, she finds my misery entertaining, her not having gotten dick since she was conceived. 

I decided against giving my family the honour of my presence at dinner, eating an assortment of junk food I left down here last week. After scrolling through my tumblr for hours on end, I eventually turned off my lights and huddled back into bed, my night light by my bed being the only source of light aside from my phone shining in my face. And so scrolling through tumblr soon became scrolling through instagram, liking cute boys photos and commenting 'yes queen' under my icon's posts. 

Pathetically enough, hours passed. It's one am and I'm still here scrolling through social media networks entertaining myself. 

It was when my screen went black out of nowhere that I hummed in dissatisfaction, sitting up and hitting my mobile. 

"Must be broken," I mutter, tossing it to the floor and picking my laptop back up. 

I open it to find the same problem, the screen out black, not daring to turn on. I pout my lip out and groan, "Can anything in my life work?!"