All I Want for Christmas- Brie, Camille, Sam
@samueltsao, @brie-harlow
So this is what all the people in the christmas carols must feel like. Camille felt so... Warm. The fire was going, Brie and Rollant (wearing the sweater Brie had picked out for him; oversized and truly horrible. When Santa is fighting a shark on the front of your shirt, you have gone too far) were decorating the tree they had brought home earlier this morning while Samuel was at work, and Camille was hanging the lights, and wreaths and mistletoe around the apartment. He had recently gotten a job teaching art at a High School, and when he told his students how special this holiday would be for him and his family they chipped in and each made home-made holiday cards for him to put on the mantel piece of the fireplace.
Rollant was telling Brie some story about When he was Brie’s age in Paris, while the record player crackled, playing one of Camille’s grandmother’s Christmas albums. He didn’t play her albums often, but come the holidays he felt obligated to- it made him feel closer to her. Louis Armstrong and his Grandmother were singing a jazzy rendition of Walking in a Winter Wonderland behind the laughter of Brie and the chirping of the birds. Anyway, this would be his first Christmas with Sam and... It felt like he had his whole family here, except for her. He wanted her to be here tonight.
He took a deep breath, stepping down from the ladder and taking a look around. He stole a candy cane off of the tree, dodging Brie’s attempt to swat at him only to be flicked on the forehead by Rollant.
“Voleur!” Rollat exclaimed, calling Camille a thief, “See, my love-” He said referring to Brie in his thick accent, “This! This, all the time- Street rat!” Camille rolled his eyes, as Rollant wrapped an arm around his shoulder, “Good hair cut.” He commented. “You needed one- He looked like a hippie, no, Brie?” Since Camille had gotten his job, it required him to cut his hair and actually keep up with his facial hair. No longer could he look like a homeless artist. Camille looked at his watch.
“Oh! Samuel will be home soon- I am going to call him. Brie get the surprise from the other room please?” He asked, “You both remember what to do?” He wanted to Surprise Sam, they had decorated all day while he was at work and had a family dinner waiting for him when he got home. Brie was set up to video tape his reaction, and Rollant was there for moral support. He caught Camille before he could leave, placing both his hands on Camille’s shoulders.
“I am so proud of you, son.” He said in french. Camille took a deep breath, nodding, as Rollant patted his back, “Everything will be perfect.” Offering a wink before going to help Brie bring out Sam’s early Christmas present. A big red and green box, sat right under the tree while Camille went to text Sam.
“He is down the hall!” Camille called, “Hide hide! Remember don’t come out until it’s time... I am looking at you Rollant.” Rollant waved a hand at him.
“HUMP. Brie and I will do just fine! Come along dear...”
When they were out of sight, Camille quickly glanced at himself in the mirror, staring at himself for a minute before leaving the apartment to meet Samuel in the hall. “Well, it took you long enough to get home mr. boss man, I thought you were never going to come back.” He whined. He took Sam’s brief case for him as they walked to Sam’s apartment door. “Who still carries a briefcase? Only you, Samuel...” He commented. “The door’s open.”
He couldn’t wait to see the look on Sam’s face when he saw the decorations.