Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

N i n e t e e n

N i n e t e e n

S u s p i c i o n s

There wasn't a huge difference in the temperature. When I cycled down to work, I expected slippery ground and slow traffic. But instead, the weather was unpredictable no matter the weather woman would say - that was the lesson I had learned.

Though, it was not the only thing I thought on the first day of December.

A week before, there were too many advertisers screaming Christmas. Katie was even joking to me if I had wanted to go Christmas shopping with her. My only reaction was an innocent blink and a lack of reaction.

Christmas...it was a triggering word that had to remind me of my childhood. Even when the Yogs mentioned it one briefing, everyone was gaping at me for not bothering to contribute. Lewis and George cast their eyes to each other and I assumed that they knew easily. My best friend could not help but stifle a laugh whilst the other brunette changed the entire conversation and let the eye draw over his instead.

The subject on Christmas continued to my working environment, as I entered the department and wanted to cringe at the boxes of decorations and tinsel and...hats. There was a box of fake snow and even some talking inflatable-father Christmas.

'By next week...there won't be a father Christmas' I snorted internally - thinking of many ways to move the creepy doll down to the factory department. He might like to check on the 'elves' to see if they're working hard enough to make toys.

"What happened..." Lewis asked me during our lunch session. "...to you that made you hate...this?"

I groaned and coughed out a laugh. "Oh lord...one phrase: family dinner."

He grinned, not meaning to interrupt my explanation on how cultural my house use to get. We would often spend Christmas at my family's home town, which consisted in the rural plains where it took hours by car on a dirt track.

I didn't tell Lewis, though I remembered the specific Christmas that just seemed to pop into my head. It had been when I had just graduated with my masters. My grandparents were persistent into inviting me back despite myself ignoring every bit of my heritage. They were the only family I had been willing to accept their gesture despite my mother's silent protest to her parents and my step-father's will to disown me.

At the age of eighteen, I arrived by taxi to my grandparent's home, feeling the nostalgia hit me like small beach waves. It had pulled me to enter the large rural home.

Lewis' grin faltered, only losing itself to the glint of awkward sympathy. "It was your...mother wasn't it?"

"Yes," I tried not to grit my teeth as I answered, so I stared down at my tea with a mere smile- now cold. My hands never left the handle and I would have not been surprised if it cracked against my paling fingers. "They...they weren't happy with my chosen degree. I could sense it in their voices."

"Well...you know foreigners...I mean-" He paused and gazed at me (cheeks very red), "I mean...Zylus and stuff."

The question went through my head,not totally making Lewis' opinion serious.

What did I expect? I didn't understand any of their emotions or reactions. To my view, I had been confused. What did I expect from a family I only saw a couple of years in my life?