A/N: I… don’t even know what this is. Bleurgh. Brain fart!
“Well, that sucked.”
He simply nodded his head in agreement. He let out a huge sigh as she patted his back. Then they sat in silence for a while, watching a few people ride their boards on the skating park in front of them.
“So, Christmas is gonna be awkward,” she remarked.
“Again,” he finished the sentence for her, “I mean, ever since I can remember none of the holidays in the family have been genuinely cheerful. You see, this is why I believe we all are better off apart from each other. Especially the old folks.”
She hummed in understanding, “Seems weird that they tried to stick together somehow thinking it would work out eventually, but never actually trying to be open enough to discuss it, dunnit?”
“You can say that again,” he sprawled on top of the grass, “like somehow things we’ll magically settle itself.”
“And they say that means there’s love,” she began to chuckle loudly, “what kind of masochist would even think that? No offense to your folks, man. Mine was just the same.”
“None taken,” he smirked, “speaking of which, how is it gonna be this year with your folks?”
“My sister’s gonna meet Ma with her boyfriend for dinner on Christmas eve. Imma travel with Pa, we’ll leave tomorrow. We’ll change places for Christmas day.”
“Seems like you guys found a neat system.”
“It’s better than how it used to be,” she shrugged, “I’m just grateful this year we didn’t get to meet the other relatives. Either they would look at me and my sister with pity, which is totally unnecessary, or they’d start talking shit about Pa or Ma, depends on which side we visited.”
“Ugh, yeah that could be nasty,” he sat up, again sighing loudly, “there doesn’t seem to be any way out of this whole thing. And this whole holiday spirit thing and being home for it only makes me pettier. I’d be looking at commercials one second, and the next thing I know I’d get annoyed on why everybody looks so damn happy. What the fuck.”
She laughed, “Oh man. We never really get used to it even after years of watching them fight, don’t we?”
“At least yours are giving some time off of each other a chance, man. Mine’s just… fucked up AND in denial. I can’t wait for next year to come. I’ll make sure to get accepted at least somewhere half across the country.”
“Yeah, now that Pa rediscovered a long, forgotten hobby and finally managed to get over the thought of being a lonely, useless, old man, I can’t be more excited to start living alone. By the way, come over to the ramen place some time, he’d be happy to see you.”
“Oh, right, I’ll have lunch there tomorrow before you guys leave.” He took his board and got up, “wanna hit the park again?”
“Sure,” she put her snapback on and tied her shoes, “feeling better now?”
“I guess,” he replied, unsure, “I mean, I know they will still be ridiculous once I get home, but oh well, what can I do? Let’s just skate and forget about it for a moment.”
“Sounds good enough,” she went up and picked her board, walking together with him.
As he was about to get on the board, he paused suddenly and looked at her, saying, “Are we gonna be fucked up like them, too?”
Perplexed, she replied, “I hope not. What makes you think that?”
“Looking at it every day of our lives, don’t you think it’ll influence us in any way?” he wondered, “this is depressing.”
“Oh well, shared sorrow is half of it,” she set her board on the floor, “we’ll be fine.”
She held out her fist, and he bumped his with hers, “Happy Christmas, man.”
“Yeah, happy Christmas to you, too.”
As they went faster and felt the wind blowing on their faces, he thought, maybe this is the kind of ‘sticking together’ that’s worth it.