Love At First Sight || Brallon Christmas Story

Part Five

For Brendon, his memories of waking up on Christmas day were the same warm memories that most children have. Waking up early and that thought flashing into your mind suddenly; it's Christmas. Throwing your covers off and running down the hall, yelling to wake your siblings and parents up before racing down the stairs and looking at whether Santa had eaten the cookies you'd left out for him, and then the huge smiles when you realised that Santa came, and you'd been good, and now there was a beautiful stack of wrapped gifts under your Christmas tree.

Dallon's memories were a little different, with most of his Christmas memories revolving around accompaning his family to church or sitting in the soup kitchen with all the other homeless from the city in the area. The longer Dallon thought about it, the more he realised how he probably appreciated the latter more. With his mother, he was always being scolded for not doing it right. Not wearing the nice suit right, not sitting right, not tying his shoelaces right, not praying right. Whereas with the shelter, he got to watch the kids open their gifts (They'd been donated, but they didn't know that, and that was what mattered) and just got to be himself.

This year, Dallon believed he had the best of both worlds. He was dry, he was safe, he had nice clothes, but he was free to wear them how he wanted. He was free to be himself, and that was the best feeling.

Brendon's childlike Christmas joy hadn't left him as he'd grown into a young man, and Dallon was quite alarmed when he was awoken by Brendon jumping into his bed at 7 in the morning, still dressed in his pyjamas. "DALLON! WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS!"

"W-Wha?" Dallon asked in alarm, quickly sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Christmas, Dallon! It's Christmas day! 25 of December! Come on! Get up already!" Brendon rolled over so he was lying right beside him, almost pushing Dallon of the bed. He kept shuffling further over until Dallon got up, and then just giggled and raced back to the kitchen to make them both warm beverages.

Dallon shook his head in disbelief, before smiling and sitting down beside him before the tree caught his eye. There were wrapped gifts under there. There were tags on those presents. Those tags had Dallon's name on them. Dallon had nothing to give back in return.

Now, that, was a reason to start to freak out. So while Brendon was cooking Breakfast, Dallon's mind began to race with whatever the hell he had to give to Brendon in return for all his generosity. The only things he really had were the clothes that Brendon had bought him (So, no good) and his bag of personal possentions he'd had on the streets. Unfortunately, there was nothing useful in there except for a couple of quarters, and that was a terrible gift.

There was one thing that he had though. Music. Dallon had been writing songs for years on the streets as a creative output. Sometimes people had told him that he was good, but he had no idea honestly. Either way, that was all he had, so he was going to use it.

He'd only gotten two lines in when Brendon had raced in. "Breakfast is ready! And then we'll do presents!"

Breakfast was delicious, as always when Brendon made it, and he just went red when Dallon complimented him on it and kissed his cheek. He'd gone out his way to make it 'extra-festive', and the scrambled eggs arranged to look like a Christmas tree was quite adorable.

Dallon went quiet when Brendon hurried excitedly to the tree and handed him a box. "Open this one first!"

"I-I-"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't... I don't have anything for you..."

"I don't want anything in return. Christmas gifts aren't exchanges, they're about giving back to the people you love. And I love you, and this is just a small token of that, okay?"