ocd makes me crazy because i genuinely believe nobody likes me and im annoying all the time and my intrusive thoughts are so negative and violent and then im medicated and i remember how much people actually do care about me and value my presence and want me around and its like wow thats so crazy. people actually like me? has anybody heard about this
Summary: In which Murphy Believes, and Raven does not, Until... (p.s they meet santa)
A/N: This was so fun and sweet??? eee???
Setting: Modern Setting, at a foster home owned by Miss Griffin, and Mr. Kane.
Warnings: Uh, mentions children being dropped off/no wanted, mentions parent death, but both are fairy short.
Word Count: 1710
“Murphy, Santa isn’t real.” Raven says, sitting next to Murphy, who is on his bedroom floor. Murphy sticks out his tongue at her, and resumes work on his letter to Santa.
“Yes, he is.” Murphy says, kicking his feet as he writes. He giggles as he writes down the thing he wants most.
“Do you really think an old guy with a white beard goes around every year to deliver presents?” Raven asks, rolling her eyes. Murphy sighs softly and grabs some glitter, putting some on the letter. Raven cringes at it, knowing there will be glitter all over their shared room now.
“Yup.” Murphy says, and he happily folds up the letter, Raven rolls her eyes and lays down on her bunk.
“Think about it, you write a letter, give it to Mr. Kane, and then you get presents.” Raven says, and Murphy looks at her weirdly.
“So?” Murphy asks, standing up and giggling as he runs over to where he put his envelop. He puts the letter in, and seals the letter shut.
“So! It’s obvious Mr. Kane is who gets your presents!” Raven says, exasperated. She’s older than Murphy, so she can understand why Murphy believes in Santa. But that has to stop.
“No! Mr. Kane sends it to Santa!” Murphy argues, and Raven sighs angrily.
“You’ll know better when you’re a bit older.” Raven says.
“Miss Griffin still believes, and she’s older than you!” Murphy says, pouting.
“They’re pretending for you, and the other kids here.” Raven says.
“No. Santa is real. I believe in him. He’s going to make my wishes come true.” Murphy says, and Raven shakes her head.
“Whatever.” She says, grabbing a book to read.
While going downstairs to give his letter to Mr. Kane, he thinks about Raven. Raven hasn’t been happy lately, ever since her dad dropped her off here at the home, a year after her mom died.. Murphy doesn’t know the pain of being dropped off, since he doesn’t remember it. He just knows this place as his home, and that’s it. He has been here since he was a baby. But he does know that Raven doesn’t smile. She hasn’t smiled once in the 5 months she’s been here. The others don’t enjoy time with her because they think she’s mean, but that isn’t what’s wrong. Murphy knows Raven is just sad.
Murphy makes it to Kane’s office and knocks on the door.
“Come in!” Kane says from inside, and Murphy reaches for the doorknob, struggling slightly to twist it since he’s not that strong yet. He can’t wait until he’s bigger and he can be strong like Mr. Kane.
“Hi!” Murphy says softly, padding over to Kane’s desk. Kane watches him walk over with a small smile. None of the others know this, but out of all of the kids, Murphy is the one he feels the most attached to. He knows he shouldn’t feel more attachment to one kid over another, but he’s raised Murphy. Murphy was the only one who came here when he was a baby.
“Well, Hello there, John. What can I do for you?” He asks, in a fake professional voice. He knows why Murphy is here, if his glitter covered hands and the envelope in his hand mean anything. He also knows Murphy loves the idea of being professional, so if he has to pretend not to know what’s happening to make him happy, he will.
“I have a letter to send, Mr. Kane.” Murphy says, standing up straight. Kane almost breaks and smiles before schooling his face back to a professional look.
“And where would you like it sent, Mr. Murphy?” Kane asks, holding out his hand. Murphy giggles softly, but then shakes his head, putting himself back into character.
“The North Pole.” Murphy says, handing over the envelope. Kane takes it, and his hand immediately has glitter on it, but he doesn’t mind. After taking care of a bunch of kids, he got used to the mess.
“Well, I’ll be sure to send this there very soon, alright?” Kane says, putting it on the edge of his desk, where only one other Envelop lies. Murphy knows he and Octavia are the only ones who write letters to Santa, they are the youngest after all. They haven’t lost their spark.
“Thank you, Mr. Kane!” Murphy says, dropping his professional act, and running out of the office. He forgets to shut the door, before running back and closing it. Kane chuckles softly, and goes back to his work. He’s happy he set Murphy and Raven up in the same room. After everything Raven has been through, Murphy is exactly what she needs. A young kid with so much love in his heart he cries over bugs being hurt.
Murphy runs back up to his room, and opens it wide.
“Hi! Did you miss me?” Murphy asks, giggling as he runs over to the bed. Raven scoffs softly and nods.
“Yup.” She says, disinterested. Murphy giggles.
“Good, because I'm very important.” Murphy says, smiling at Raven.
“Yeah, yeah.” Raven says, throwing one of Murphy’s stuffed animals at him, it’s a small white dog that he usually has on his bunk.
“I have an idea.” Murphy says, and looks at Raven with a small mischievous look.
“Oh, no, what is it?” Raven asks, sitting up. Murphy giggles again.
“We’re going to watch for Santa!” Murphy says, climbing up to the top bunk.
“Oh, we are now?” Raven says amused. “Murphy, I already said Santa isn’t real. I’m not going to watch for him.” Raven says, and Murphy’s head pops over the punk to look down at her.
“Please, Raven! I want to show you! He exists!” Murphy says. And raven thinks for a minute. She doesn’t want to hurt Murphy, but no matter what she does here, he will get hurt. She can say no, and He’ll be hurt by that, and he can say yes, and they will ultimately not see Santa, which will hurt him too. But at least He will know she cares about him if she says yes.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stay up with you.” Raven says, before remembering something. “You can barely stay up past 9, how are you going to stay up until then?” Raven asks, and Murphy giggles.
“You’re going to go tell Mr. Kane I wasn’t feeling well, So I’m sleeping.” Murphy says, before laying down completely.
“So that way you can get sleep beforehand.” Raven says, and Murphy giggles.
“Yup.” He says, and Raven sighs before going to do her part of the plan.
4 hours later, when everyone else is asleep, and it’s 10 P.M, Raven and Murphy leave their room, and go to where the tree is set up in the large living room. They find the couch, and hide behind, setting up their snacks and drinks there. Raven seems to be enjoying herself in some way, even if she’s not smiling at him.
“I can’t wait until he gets here!” Murphy giggles and looks around watching for him. Raven rolls her eyes and grabs her book that she brought with her, reading it. Raven reads a lot, Murphy has figured out. One time he asked why, and Raven stopped talking to him for the day. He guesses it has sometime to do with why she’s here, so he never asks anymore.
A couple hours later, in the darkness of the night, they hear a noise. It sounds like bells ringing, and Murphy’s ears perk up. Raven looks up hesitantly from her book, and listens as the sound gets closer. The room lights up, Murphy and Raven quickly jump up, and look at the place where the light is coming from. There’s a man there, a man in a big red suit, and a huge sack of presents at his side.
“Santa?” Murphy asks, and at the same time Raven says ‘No way.’ The man turns, and smiles at the two kids.
“Well, what are you two doing out here so late?” The man says softly, crouching down as much as he can and looking at them. Murphy giggles and jumps up and down barley containing his excitement.
“We wanted to see you!” Murphy says, and Raven just stays quiet in shock. Santa turns to her and smiles, before standing up and looking at the tree.
Suddenly, the room is encased in light, strands of dust, that Murphy could only explain as fairy dust, fly around the room. Strands of it go into Santa’s bag, and pull out present upon present, and they all get stacked nicely under the tree. Suddenly, a necklace flies towards Raven slowly, it’s golden metal shining. Raven lets the light move her hair, and put the necklace on her. Murphy jumps up and down and smiles the whole time, watching as Raven picks up the necklace.
“Wait this… This was my mothers.” Raven says softly, looking down at the locket in her hands.
“Merry Christmas.” Santa says, and the strands of fairy dust fly back into a pouch at his side. Raven smiles down at the locket and then back up at Santa, her eyes filled with amazement and excitement. Murphy smiles at her softly, finally feeling his energy softly dwindle. Raven looks to Murphy with a huge smile on her face and then looks back at Santa.
“What about Murphy?” Raven asks, dropping the necklace so it lays on her chest. Santa smiles at her, and looks at Murphy who just keeps smiling at Raven.
“I think he got his biggest wish.” Santa says, before disappearing. Raven and Murphy gasp, completely amazed, before Raven sees a piece of paper lying on the ground, covered in glitter. She grabs it, opens it, and reads.
“Dear santa,
i've ben good all year, and i hope that makes u see im worth the trouble. i wont ask for much this year, but i do have one wish. It means a lot to me and i really hope its an okay thing to ask for. I know it might be hard to do since youre busy and you usually just give us toys and things but...
All i want for christmas is for raven to be hapy.”
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SO LIKE WE WERE READING AND TRANSLATING DIALOGUE IN GERMAN CLASS TODAY AND MY TEACHER MENTIONED HOW FREUNDIN CAN MEAN GIRLFRIEND AS WELL AS FRIEND
AND HE CONTINUED WITH THE FACT THAT THEY PROBABLY MEANT THAT THEY WERE FRIENDS AND NOT LOVERS AND THIS GUY WHO SITS ACROSS FROM ME RAISED HIS EYEBROWS AND MOUTHED “KINKY” AND I JUST CAN’T EVEN THIS CLASS
