(This isn't relevant to the last or next part of the story.)
The sun was peeking through the spaces that leaves didn't cover on the trees, shining through the windows of the house. It was morning time, and everybody but Chris was up. He usually wasn't the last one up, unless he was in 'a mood'.
Soon enough, he came coming down the stairs, with his head hanging, and a glum look plastered across his face.
"Why so blue?" William asked as Chris walked into the living room. However, he didn't respond, which made William suck his teeth.
(Which is the 'tsk' sound. It sound weird I know)
Chris just kept walking, until he plopped down on one of the armchairs. Lea noticed his behavior and walked over to him.
"One of those days?" She sympathetically questioned, as she sat down next to him. He nodded his head slightly, and fidgeted with his fingers. This was always something he was uncomfortable talking about. Lea noticed, and smile at him. She ruffle his hair in reassurance.
"Don't worry, hopefully you'll get medication. I don't want you missing out of childhood because of this." Chris hummed in acknowledgment. He wasn't really sure about the medication, seeing that it did virtually nothing for his father.
"What if it doesn't work Mommy." Chris quietly peeped, which caused Lea's face to have a sorrowful expression.
"What makes you think it won't?" She replied with the same volume. She saw Chris staring at William, which she assumed was him telling her. She looked back at Chris, who looked worried.
"Don't worry about him. He takes a lot more medication then you'll ever have to take. His issues are different than yours." She patted him on the back, and stood up. She left for a moment, but came back with some candy.
"Here. I know it won't do anything, but it'll give you something else to think about. Also, don't tell Elizabeth." He took them from Lea, and put one in his mouth. It was cherry flavored. He looked at his mom, who looked like she was worrying. When she noticed he was staring, she smiled then ruffled his hair.
"You'll be alright."
"Are you sure about that?" William sarcastically and jokingly said, which made Lea come over and slap him.
"Abuse!" Lea rolled her eyes at the accusation.
"You're one to talk." She remarked, leaving the room. William cussed under his breath, then looked at Chris.
"I was kidding, by the way. You'll do fine, kid." He said standing up, then ruffling Chris' hair before leaving.
Chris smile ever so slightly. He loved his dad, as bad as he was. He looked around the living room, observing everything in the room, before slouching in the chair. He heard footsteps coming into the living room, and Michael stared at Chris as he came around the corner.
Michael had a glass of water, which coincidentally, ended up all over Chris.
"Oops, it slipped." Michael shrugged, as he snickered under his breath. Chris just looked down, he never really argued with Michael, knowing it would make it worse. He was never one to talk anyway.
"Michael." Michael froze. He knew he was in big trouble.
"Yes, Father." He sheepishly replied, slowly turning to face him.
"Why is Chris all wet?"
"He dropped the water on himself." William looked at Michael, then at Chris.
"Why are you holding the cup then?"
"He dropped it on the floor?" Michael suggested, lying because he didn't want to get in trouble, but it would probably get him in more trouble.
"Good try, but I'm not stupid. So, I suggest you get out of my sight before I beat your a*." Michael glared at him for a moment, then started to go upstairs, mumbling something under his breath.
"What was that?" Michael looked back at his father, who was glaring at him.
"Nothing." Michael yelled and continued to go up the stairs. William walked into the closest bathroom and grabbed Chris a towel. He came back and tossed the towel in his direction.
Chris didn't catch it, but quickly picked it up off of the floor, scared he would get yelled at for not being fast enough.
(Even though Chris has never gotten yelled at/in trouble.)
"You know you're my favourite." William admitted as he sat down next to him. Chris looked at him confused, if that's the right word. He always thought his father hated all of them.
"I thought parents weren't supposed to pick favorites?" William chuckled softly, which was rare.
"It's very easy to pick favourites in this house, I guess." Chris nodded, then looked down at his hands, which were is his lap. William got up and patted Chris' head.
"If you need anything, tell me. I won't yell at you." Chris nodded again, thinking about how he yelled about everything, even small things. So why wouldn't he yell at him?
Chris eventually fell asleep on the couch, despite waking up a hour earlier. He was peaceful, but nobody really knew for how long.
~*end*~
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A/N: SHORTEST CHAPTER OMLLLLLLLL!!!
*ahem*
So this isn't really relavent to the other parts of the story, but I never write about Chris, so uhm, yeaaaa. Alright, this is probably bad, but idk. Also, I don't edit my stories anymore, so, eeehhhhhh??
CHRISTMAS PART COMING SOON!! *ho ho ho!*
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(sorry if you don't celebrate Christmas, but this isn't about personal beliefs. it's about the characters in the story, and they celebrate Christmas.)
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