it’s been a tough holiday, that
much she’ll acknowledge,
but she’s thankful for the
people in her life, thankful
she can sit in front of
someone dear to her ( even
if she still has a black eye
from a week prior and the
scrape on her cheek hasn’t
quite healed ).
mikey is there, and she’s waiting
for him to open the present she’s
placed on his lap, looking at the
string of lights ‘round the make
shift tent in her room. she’s
amazed she got him in her
house, but she supposes that
comes with the promise that
her family isn’t home.
with her wandering eyes, she sees
a little decoration she had hung up
for laughs, a smile twitching on
her face.
" look, we’re under mistletoe. "
his holiday hasn't been ideal,
no-- he found out he has a
brother that he's never met,
and possibly another. thats
a lot for him to process.
he's never had a consistent
christmas either, no. nothing
was tradition, nothing was
normal, nothing was.. well,
nothing was christmas.
but spencer.. spencer
invited him to her place
for the holidays. it's almost
christmas, and so far, she's
the only one he's bought a
single gift for.
but then spencer points
out where they are, and
he grins a bit as he pulls
her in for a kiss.
"we were. still are."