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DECEMEBER 23rd
"i can't believe it's christmas eve eve and i'm eating crackers for dinner," daniel groaned, chewing on the flavorless squares.
corbyn looked at him oddly from across the table, "christmas eve eve? really daniel?"
"december 23rd is just as important," he shrugged. he picked up his phone (which was at a mere 16%) and opened up his photos, swiping to last years christmas. he smiled at the sight of his family gathered at the dinner table, enjoying a meal his mother had spent hours on. "see. we usually have chicken, potatoes, and asparagus," he slid the phone over to corbyn.
"that's nice," corbyn slid the phone back, "we usually just order pizza and call it a night."
"pizza sounds better than crackers right about now," daniel yawned, "i don't even know why i'm tired. we've done nothing all day."
corbyn nodded. he pushed his crackers away, bored of the basic meal. without power, the hotel couldn't provide the best meals. he exited the tiny kitchen and walked over to the window, "the snow is still falling pretty hard," he informed, "i was gonna say we could go out and play in it, but i would probably pass out and freeze to death."
"oh we are going in the snow first thing tomorrow," daniel assured.
in an instance the whole room lit up, filled with the sounds of the digital alarms, the television, and other weird beeping. corbyn gasped, looking around the bright room, "thank god!" he exclaimed. almost immediately he ran to his bedside, plugging his phone into the charger, "oh my god...wifi!"
daniel collapsed on his side of the bed, filled with relief. "i gotta facetime my mom," he groaned, clicking his beloved mother's contact. he set the phone up against his pillow while he lay in front of it on his stomach. "hey mommm," daniel chuckled, dragging out the word.
corbyn peeked his head in from the side with a smile, "hi keri!" he exclaimed.
"boys i have been so worried. saskia and i have been on the phone with each other all day trying to figure out what to do," she ranted. daniel could hear his family in the background, yelling and having a good time. he had never been so jealous in his life.
"were fine," corbyn answered, seeing daniel was now in a mood. "they just got the generator running and the service has been going in and out so it was hard to contact people."
after a gruesomely long conversation about they boys plans, keri finally let them go. daniel loved his mom, but he was thankful the call had ended. he didn't know how much longer he could bare to see his siblings having fun without him.
"i'm going to take a shower because i haven't done that all day," corbyn sighed, rolling out of bed.
"don't use all the hot water," daniel warned, "i'm going in next."
corbyn grabbed some new clothes (surprisingly a pair of his own this time) and his phone before entering the bathroom. he locked the door and set everything down, turning on the water. while he waited for the temperature to rise, he pulled out his phone to finish texting his sister.
ashley hello bitch answer me?
ashley is my ship sailing? 😤🥵
ashley or sinking? 🤡😢
corbyn uhm
corbyn rain check? 🙈🥴
ashley CORBYN MATTHEW BESSON
ashley i swear if you two don't end up together i'm suing
corbyn he kissed my cheek and cuddled me 😳
ashley JEHSJSNBSHSJSNSN
ashley u know maybe it'll be a good christmas after all. like i miss u, but ur also making my fav ship come true.
corbyn idk bout that one 🤠
ashley a girl can dream 🤧😫
corbyn just laughed and set his phone back on the counter. if he was being totally honest, he didn't know what he felt for daniel. it was hard to tell if there was something more than a close friendship.
after his warm shower he threw on his new clothes and dried his hair before exiting the bathroom. his eyes immediately drew to daniel who was standing on a chair in front of the window. "what are you doing?" the brunet asked in concern. on closer inspection he realized the younger held some of their ugly christmas crafts and tape in his hands.
"don't question my work," he replied, dangling corbyn's santa over the glass. he connected it to a piece of tape, repeating the same process for the rest of the kindergarten level drawings.
corbyn continued to examine the room, "did you steal lights!?" he exclaimed, looking over at the red and green colored string of lights that sat in a bundled knot on the kitchen table.
"maybe," daniel huffed stepping down from his chair, "room 309 has really been coming in handy."
corbyn rolled his eyes, pushing daniel's shoulder as he walked by. "go take a shower stupid, i'll make the bed."
daniel gasped, pretending he heard the brunet's words incorrectly. "you'll take me in bed? okay, i'm down!" his joke apparently didn't go over to well considering just seconds later he got an empty water bottle flung at him.
"your not funny!"
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[a/n] i promise when the relationship progresses the story will get better lmao
