In Your Eyes ✧ Timothée Chalamet

37 - merry fucking christmas

E L L A

The most wonderful time of the year huh?

More like the worst fucking day any Myers kid could ever experience.

Christmas. This holiday is a curse. Mom used to make it the best Christmas ever. Even when we were low on money, even when all we got was a few candy bars and some socks, we still appreciated it.

We never complained.

Because it came from the heart. It came from my mothers big beautiful heart and we would never complain about that. But when mom died. We got nothing. No Christmas tree. No present. No carols or Christmas movies playing in the living room on our t.v as we baked cookies and built gingerbread houses. Just dead silence. Sometimes even a fight would go down.

It always depended on dad's mood that year of course.

'Are we going over to the Chalamet's for Christmas this year?' Aaron says over breakfast. 'They did invite us you know?'

I glare at him and he fears for his life. I would fear for my life too because my glares are menacing. 'Are you seriously asking me that question right now?' I shoot back. Aaron has been very careful when it comes to bringing up the T word and anything or anyone that was remotely associated with the T word.

He didn't want to see me sad so he made sure to maneuver away from the touchy subject every time we had a conversation. But today he couldn't help himself. It was Christmas Eve after all and although Aaron is a full blown adult now he's still a kid at heart and he'd hate to miss out on the joy of Christmas now that dad isn't around to scold us or force us to stay home and do chores on Christmas Day.

But I knew that already. I knew Aaron wouldn't want to miss out on the fun. That's why I made a few arrangements myself. But Aaron can't help whining about it, so I let him get it out of his system. 'Come on El. He who must be named won't even be there. Nicole was telling me all about how Christmas is going to be so different without him.'

I don't cut Aaron off because I can't help the curiosity that overtakes me. Timmy won't be there? It's Christmas for fucks sake. Is he really going to spend it out in Cali by himself? The thought of that unsettles me and it makes me wants to check up on him. See if he's okay. I don't get the urge to do that very often. I'm usually good at controlling my emotions. I'm good at pretending our worlds don't collide, that we never crossed paths and we never will ever again.

But the thought of him sitting in his dorm room with Xavier, or god forbid all by himself on Christmas Day is just so disturbing for me to even fathom right now. Aaron won't shut up about it though. 'Come on El. I double checked with them. They said he isn't coming. It'll just be me and you and the Chalamet's. They're a fun time you love them right?'

I sigh exhaustedly. 'Of course I love them. But I already made plans that we can't back out on.' Aaron furrows his eyebrows at me instantly.

'What plans?'

'We're finally going over to Uncle Rob's. He said he can't wait to spend Christmas with us.' Aaron's eyes light up the moment I bring up Uncle Rob's name. Although we've only seen him a few times over the course of a month, the three of us have already built this crazy connection with eachother.

We were strangers at the start. All three of us unable to let the other in. Unable to form any sort of bond because it just seemed absurd to ignite a spark that wasn't there in the first place. But little did we know just how much Uncle Rob was going to mean to us in the long run.

Especially to Aaron. They have so much in common. They never shut up about basketball. We even walked to the park last week and played for hours. Aaron beat our asses but being that I'm still young and swift I kicked Uncle Rob to the curb. I never knew how good I was at basketball until I started scoring continuously for a good ten minutes.