A Very Awkward Christmas

[drewkirke]

Christmas at the Kirke house had been dull the last few years. Growing up Drew and his family would stay with family - but his father's family. When he left that tradition, along with many others, disappeared. They were forced to make new traditions and celebrate in different ways. But by then, at age eleven, it didn't feel right

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[allaboot_terry]

Terry kept tugging on his Christmas sweater. Where the bloody fuck had his dad acquired these evil things? His was a forest green, with white snowflakes, while his dad wore a very similar red one. He ever felt more phony in his life. The boys were out of floo network from the Kirke's, so the Boot men had taken a train to a local stop, and were now approaching the front door. It was annoying not being able to floo or apparate... Terry's mind was constantly focused on the idea of a port key during the entire journey.

"Hi," he greeted Drew, eyeing his mum and sister, as the door opened. He shook Drew's hand at first, letting his dad lead the way in.

[drewkirke]

"Happy Christmas," he said, forcing a smile. Amanda shifted next to him, arms crossed.

Andrew's mom took a step back, welcoming them into their home. She had already put a fire on and the house smelled like baked goods. It was almost like the picture perfect Christmas.

[allaboot_terry]

Their feelings were mutual. No more did Terry want to be there, obviously encroaching on their family traditions, and hence, the feelings were obviously mutual.

Terry stepped inside, his mind already analyzing absolutely everything he could see in the house. He placed his presents down on their table, and grabbed a piece of cheese from the appetizers the Kirkes had so generously put out.

He then turned to see his father, obviously glowing, walking with his girlfriend. He seemed to be bending over backwards to help her in the kitchen. Weird.

He suddenly wasn't too hungry. Terry noticed the younger girl, Amanda, watching him. She looked like a very observant girl, and that made him feel somewhat interested. "You must be Amanda," he mused aloud, his raspy voice letting some of his feelings of irony drip through. The formal introductions seemed so dumb. He may as well have started with, 'So my dads fucking your mum, right?'

[drewkirke]

Amanda nodded, an eye brow rising. She didn't like the way he looked around their house, judging them and figuring out who they were. It was the same thing his father did.

"That's right. And for the record, I already have a brother..." she said, meeting his gaze. "He's a dope but he's mine and I don't need another one."

Drew literally put his face in his hands, shaking his head slowly. Awkward.