Mr.Right
Chapter 21.
"It's too high. I can't reach it!"
"You can, and you will," Jim tells me.
"But it's still so far away," I complain.
Maverick groans from beneath me. I think I might be squashing him. "Just get the stupid star at the top of the tree," he says.
My legs are wrapped around his head and he's all that's holding me up. I'm basically sitting on his neck.
"I will, if you just move a little bit... closer." I try reaching out for the tree.
But Maverick groans again. "There's a very high risk that this tree branch will stab me in the eye if I move any closer. I'm staying put, thanks."
Jim fishes out his phone and points the camera at us, as if he wants to commemorate this... wonderful moment.
"Put that phone away Jim," I snap.
"What? Oh... No, I just want to check what time it is..." Jim's a horrible liar. The camera's light flashes and he immediately replaces it in his pocket when I glare at him.
He grins. "It's 9:45."
This is us, trying to finish the decorations on Maverick's Christmas tree. Christmas Eve has finally come and we're all doing the last minute preparations.
Jim's family are all Atheists and don't celebrate Christmas so he thought he'd give us a hand in our Christmas decorations.
My hand finally reaches the top of the tree at the fifth try and we all sigh with relief as Maverick puts me back on the ground.
"Awesome teamwork!" He high fives me and the three of us stand in front of the tree, admiring the decorations. We're all dressed in Christmas hats and t-shirts that read 'ho ho ho!'.
"I brought Christmas movies to watch, Are you guys game?" Jim asks the both of us, grinning again.
"You seem to be even more prepared for Christmas than we are. Your mom doesn't even celebrate it," I say.
"My mom is an Atheist, and I'm not. My family sucks, and I don't. They don't believe in God, and I think there's a wonderful somebody who created this sexy hunk of man meat." He gestures to himself. "You can't expect me to believe that I came from Apes."
"Get over yourself." I roll my eyes.
"We'll make popcorn for the movie," Maverick says and nods his head in the direction of the kitchen, gesturing to me to follow him.
"Do you think Jim would like a lot of sugar on it?" Maverick asks, bringing out raw corn and shoving it in the popcorn machine.
"Nah, he fears diabetes. His father died of it," I say, which is perfectly true. Jim has been paranoid for years.
He nods and closes the machine, turning it on and facing me, with his hand folded across his chest. "You two look like you've been close for a long time."
"A really long time," I tell him. "We've watched ourselves grow, and I'm proud to see the man he's become." I look over at the living room and see Jim dancing to 'I'm sexy and I know it' which is streaming from the loudspeakers.
and follows my
"You dance, right?"
ask?" I raise
room before I can even open my
music on repeat and join Jim, turning it into a choreography session, with Jim coming up with the dance moves
I'm laughing so hard at the crazy moves Jim is coming up with, but Maverick
way is there to spend
~~~~
dance till
burnt because the machine's automatic and stops when all corns are
us in the kitchen later to make coffee and now we're on the couch, with him in the middle, an empty bowl on
carrot sticking
empty thanks to Jim and me.
won't stop giving us spoilers. I try covering his mouth once with my palm and he licks them,
It's gross.
course, I freak out badly and whack him with a pillow, causing all
an empty bowl - plus carrots to
giving more spoilers. My phone screen lights up and I
doesn't choke on that carrot. Talking plus carrot-eating is not a good idea.
He's
I hope he does.
from seeing Maverick's expression so I sigh and type
I'm sorry we ruined
His reply came fast.
is one
blink and text: How
my Christmas at the hospital, doing work.
could spend
reply surprises me
I'd rather not.
the deal with his parents? My phone vibrates again at another message
too busy to care
wasn't overthinking
you
Stop winking,
Maverick: How? (;
groan and type: Just stop it!
Him: ;)
;)
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