I don't care. Christmas Eve for me isnt till tomorrow fml.
You and Paul were joining the Emersons for Christmas Eve to celebrate all your accomplishments, like the fact that Sam hadn't yet killed your boyfriend because you two are siblings. Plus if he did, David would most likely kill him. Although Michael would fight him.
Marko stands the doorway of the Emerson household and acts like a mime.
Paul is smoking a joint, while Lucy is shooing him outside so the fumes don't cloud the air ventilation and kill your grandfather who absolutely hated vampires.
David is going through your baby albums and chuckling at your face.
Dwayne is sitting and watching The Grinch, brooding quietly.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
