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Jolly Effing Christmas || Eva & Taylor

People often commented on what Taylor chose to wear. They wondered if she actually owned more than one or two t shirts; she did. And no she didn’t necessary pay for everything she owned but she owned it none the less. Some of the items in her wardrobe had been picked up by her friends with the sentiment of ‘that is so Tay’. Old band tees, tanks and leather were her thing. She just felt like a rocker that would have felt more at home in 70’s but instead she dealt with the modern generation as best she could. Taylor donned an Eagles shirt and shimmied into her jeans before heading downstairs to tidy the place before Eva came over. The house was always in a state of disarray but that matched Taylor’s personality. It was all just organised chaos, she knew where everything was but no one else did. Though with that said there was no one else who needed to know.

Taylor had never brought Eva to her mother’s grave and she did that with good reason. When Eva was around this were made more real, Taylor could be who she really was instead. Maybe this year she wouldn’t make the joke about how the top of the tombstone got chipped. Everyone got a different story. One was that she was drunk and feel on it and another one involved her, her skateboard and her inability to grind. But in truth her dad got that tombstone because he was too cheap to get anything else. It was on sale because of the crack. That was the real sickeningly pathetic story. Taylor didn’t feel around other people. She just felt like feelings got in the way and she never had anyone around who cared about how she felt anyway. She wouldn’t know how to react. You know those moments at three am when you question your own existence and look to your parents for help? Well Taylor would just stare at the ceiling and cry to herself in the darkness of her empty home. Then she’d sleep and get over it. She didn’t know how to explain it but she just supposed it was something to with her survival instinct; adapt to survive.

This Christmas was going to be a little different from the usual. They normally swapped stupid presents. Glow sticks and liquor laden anything. Even though they were silly it was still the best part of Taylor’s Christmas. For a moment she could pretend like she had someone; friend or otherwise. She could look around stores like everyone else and talk to overworked staff about the Christmas period like a completely average joe. Upon thinking about it all she felt a little silly but she was all about the little things in life. Eva was a little person but was still one of the biggest and most important parts of Taylor’s life. Of course she’d probably never hear that from Taylor’s lips in so many words but she’d work on letting the red head know in one way or another. One way in particular was her gift. Her gift this year was one she’d put a lot of thought into. She’d bought something else for old time sake but she had a little stored away for Eva, something that really meant quite a bit to her.

Taylor heard the door go and she smiled herself and threw the pillows back on the couch haphazardly. She ran a hand through her hair and checked herself in the mirror in the hall before answering the door and slouching on the frame. “Sup, little red?” The taller girl said with a fond smile before looking down at the present in Eva’s hands. “Box of booze filled chocolates?” Taylor guessed with ease, she knew what it was before even touching the thing. The brunette reached out and took it off her friend with a silent thank you. “Come in and you’ll get yours. It’s on the couch.” It was a medium size box all wrapped in cheesy Christmas gift wrap. It was Taylor’s ‘fun’ present. And fun it would be; vibrators were always fun.

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Eva already knew what Taylor was going to guess the moment her lips parted and formed an 'o' shape, beautifully lighting up her face when she did that. That babe would never guess what. Sentimentality wasn't what Eva always did in front of Taylor, she had to get it at the right time, not if she wanted an earful of poor jokes and tons of back slapping - what she always thought was Taylor's way of letting everyone know that she is hardcore, or a way for Taylor to bury her feelings lest she got hurt. It annoyed Eva sometimes, but she was so used to Taylor the jokes usually breezed past her without her even noticing. She just thought Taylor could do with a little bit less avoidance and more confrontation about her own feelings. It made things easier for Eva too, for reasons she could not understand. For some reason she wanted to take this friendship beyond laughing and fooling around and sharing each other's clothes all the time. It was natural, she thought, for a friendship so long, to mature into something closer to soul mate material.

"Guess again," she smirked, facing the floor as she handed the package to her, hoping she wouldn't laugh it off this time. "Real cool," she laughed, grabbing her present off the couch. "Real classy. Where did you get the wrapper? Walmart?" As soon as it left her mouth she felt slightly panicky. Hoping that Taylor wouldn't misread her words as a snarky insult, she threw herself onto the couch, white roses bouncing in their bouquet, rustling and throwing droplets of water everywhere. She placed it gently on the couch.

"Could I open it?" After Taylor gave her the go-ahead, she gently undid the wrapping, noticing how the tape was aligned with the edges of the paper, and imagining Taylor's fingers carefully reaching out, fingerprints embedded into the tape, cursing as she held the paper together and firmly pressed the tape onto the surface, yelling 'done!' and flinging the package around after she finished. Then she decided she wouldn't have flung it around because it felt heavy. She opened the package to reveal... a vibrator. she stared at it for a while then it hit her. Her first vibrator!

She felt a huge bubble of laughter come up from her throat and she snorted. "Oh, wow," she said, and then when she couldn't stand it anymore, squealed with laughter, rolling on the couch and slapping Taylor on her thighs. "Fuck! Taylor, this is fucking hilarious. God, it even has a adjustment slider," she touched the slider on the phallic-shaped thing and burst into fresh peals of laughter. "Think you are gonna teach me how to use this? Should I shove this in or stick it at my clit?" Eva felt a rising blush creeping from her cheeks to her ears, and it has nothing to do with the heater in the house. Still a middle-classed nice girl-next-door at her core, no doubt, Eva was. Sitting alone in a house with someone else grabbing a plastic vibrating dick thing makes the house seem smaller, stuffier. She shrugged out of her pullover, feeling hot.

#oh my god poor tay :(#i can't deal wit this #im sorry eva is a cranky angsty teen with bad thoughts #oh and tay's present is a personalised photo collage #about a4 size?#haha #para #christmas #omg i cant #the feels

Jolly Effing Christmas || Eva & Taylor

This Christmas Eve, things were a bit different from what Eva remembered from last year, and the year before that. For starters, it wasn't snowing yet, when the past two years they already had either heavy or light snow coming down a few days before Christmas. Eva got to wear a lighter outfit, and she declined to wear her ugly kid gloves. They were in the very back of the second drawer of her cupboard, stuffed between old socks and last season's bikinis. Instead of getting Taylor fake-vintage Playboys off eBay and chocolates with Irish cream in the middle to stuff themselves drunk, she got something she personally felt was a reflection of their maturity. Something useful. Something meaningful. Not cheap gifts to waste their time with, laughing about nothing.

This was the period where young teenagers change their identities, shedding it every year like shedding clothes that were last year's trend. They grow fast, like sprouts shooting out of their husks. Eva didn't know it, but she was growing fast. What was funny a year ago was immature to her now. What was foreign to her - concepts of love, relationships, and even death - she had a clearer idea of now. Taylor picked the right time to take Eva to the cemetery this year's Christmas. Eva was much more cognitively mature, emotionally stable, to handle the issue of death and comfort the bereaved.

The day before today they had school, of course, and after fooling around in class, as always, they have met as usual and went for their daily activities. There was a palpitate feeling around them in the air, excitement, anticipation. All around, people were chatting happily, a spring in their steps when they walk, greeting strangers, exchanging smiles. It was Christmas. Even the lack of snow couldn't keep it from coming.

Eva had took great pains to wrap her present up really nicely. As according to tradition, she did not write a card. If she wanted to say stuff, she'd say it in front of Taylor without the middleman of a overpriced piece of paper, no bullshit, nothing. She did wrap her family's presents too, but she kept them well-hidden away from Taylor's eyes, feeling guilty that she, Eva, had a family, and Taylor didn't. Anyway, it would sour the mood. She didn't wrap them as nicely, though, because she knew Evan would rip everything apart on the pretext of helping the rest of them open their own presents, anyway. She took a little comfort in that, knowing that she had went the extra mile to make Taylor happy.

Without much ceremony, she got ready in the late afternoon, put on a regular coat - new, from her grandmother - and her hat, present and flowers tucked under her arm, and walked a street down to Taylor's house. She kept her chin tucked in her scarf against the cold wind, taking great care to see that the white roses she got didn't get blown away. They were really pretty, she thought, looking at them fondly, and a little sadly. If only she didn't actually have to buy a single stalk of white flowers in her life. Taylor would be happier, she wouldn't have to resort to stealing, and perhaps she would smile more. But perhaps even she wouldn't have been friends with Eva. Maybe she would have gotten popular and hung around dolling herself up with lipstick in the girls' room with Melissa and the rest. Eva was suddenly quite selfishly glad that she had met Taylor.

Taylor opened the door at her house and she let herself in, shrugging away her boots. "Surprise," she grinned, holding out the package covered in tint paper, "bet you'd never guess what."