BoyxBoy Oneshots

Christmas Spirit

Third person point of view, biatch.
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      It was December 1st in New York city and the sleigh bells were ringing, the air was chilling, the carolers were singing, and small specks of snow filtered down from the sky onto the wet, grey pavement. The way everyone seemed happy.. how everyone was smiling and giggling out on the streets, with all their friends, families, and lovers, feeling that holiday spirit And the way the sounds of Christmas carols spread throughout the whole city, a humming melodic tune being heard in everyone's ears. it was like something out of a movie, the living and lively embodiment of Christmas. It was .. It was ..

“Utterly disgusting.” Ansel muttered to himself, staring out of his fogged window at the hustle and bustle of the city. He had a scowl etched onto his face and his eyes were filled with pools of hatred and disgust.

“How could so many people be happy?” He wondered aloud. “Its just a stupid, useless holiday with no meaning to it whatsoever!”

He stood up abruptly in a hurried and frustrated manner, knocking a random glass knick knack from the window seal onto the floor. The glass shattered loudly, a faint echo sounding throughout the small room. Ansel growled aloud.

He didn't have time to deal with this. Had no time at all, nor did he have the patience. He turned on his heels, leaving the mess for future him to deal with, as he stomped out of the room.

He checked the watch on his wrist, noticing he had precisely thirty minutes until he had to be at work, and since it's the first of December and everyone is out on the street, he might want to leave now to avoid being late.

He walked down the hall and reached his coat rack right by the front door, taking his long black coat off the hook and putting it on, adjusting it.

He grabbed his keys and ran out into the chilly winter air, shivering. One of the many reasons he hated Christmas, had to be the weather. All the snow and cold, causing roadblocks and him to be late to work.

He made it out onto the street, hailing a taxi cab and making his way to work.

As he sat in the cab, he could see everything more clearly, could witness all that Christmas joy more closely. He had a permanent sneer on his face the whole time.

Once he made it to his office building a little while later, he hopped out of the cab, paid the driver, and walled into the building, immediately being hit with a blast of warm air.

He sighed contentedly at the warmness picking his skin.

“Good morning, Mr.Chrome!” The cheery receptionist lady, Stella, called out while smiling brightly. Ansel cringed at the cheeriness in her voice, and just mumbled a quiet ‘morning’ while he headed in the direction of his office.

He looked around at his surroundings, noticing all the decorations, all the Christmas lights and paper snowflakes. He had to keep himself from tearing it all down. His hands itched to rip it all to shreds. Why is Christmas so annoying? He wondered.

He opened the door to his office, greeted with the sight of the decorations following all the way to his office and probably many other people's offices too.

He growled a loud and tore down all the paper and lights, throwing it in a heap on the ground and leaving it for someone besides himself to pick it up.

He sat down at his desk and folded his arms on it, resting his head face down on them.

Christmas stressed him out. Christmas annoyed him. Christmas made him want to hide away forever.