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December 20th 4 PM: 5 Days Until Christmas

December 20th 4 PM: 5 Days Until Christmas

"Where's Mr. Mathews?" I asked looking around. His work boots weren't by the door and his car keys weren't laying on the counter as they usually did.

"He's out sick," Drew told me. He picked up a note taped to the counter. "Hey, kids! I'm not feeling too well today. So, the shop will have to be closed for today. I need you to keep making those pies. Drew's in charge. Sorry to ruin your Friday plans." he read off a small piece of paper.

"Guess we're stuck here all night!" I sighed. "There goes my Friday plans,"

"You had plans? You have friends?" Drew laughed. I laughed along and threw a dish towel at him. Drew began handing me boxes blueberries and I washed them.

"Speaking of plans... any plans for Christmas?" I asked.

"I'm going to the Mathews's like always," he told me. "I don't know where my parents are going,"

"When was the last time you saw them?" I asked.

"Um... six months ago?" he guessed. He heard a knock on the door. A boy a couple years younger than us was standing outside. "Hey, I'm sorry but we're closed today. Mr. Mathews is out sick." Drew told the boy.

"Are you Andrew Walsh?" the boy asked walking in.

"Yeah, who's asking?" Drew said.

"No one, I'm lost actually. Can you drive me home?" the boy asked. Drew looked towards me.

"I can't but she can," he told the kid.

"Can you come too?" the boy asked. Drew shrugged.

I drove the boy to a large house of the richer side of Summer Park. The boy got out and jumped into his father's arms. "Oh God! Never do that to me again!" the dad said. I couldn't make out his face but he had that shaggy brown hair teen boys usually have. It kinda looked like Drew's hair on an old guy. It was weird. "Thank you!" he called to us. He was too far away to make out his face but I'm sure he was smiling.

That was weird. Really weird.