Title:           Nigga Christmas Day 1
Author:          DJ-Wish
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First Edit:      Saturday 21st of December 2013 09:37:41 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 21st of December 2013 09:37:41 PM CDT

Day Nigga Christmas.
 
>Excitement fills the house as the clock counts down to Christmas.
>It’s been a long week of last minute shopping and wrapping.
>Now it’s Christmas Eve, and presents are crammed under the Christmas tree.
>Socko, Incog, ET, and I are still up, watching as the clock strikes 10.
>It’s a Christmas tradition in this house to see who can stay up the longest.
>So far, four people have fallen asleep: Wampum, Nesquick and Everyday (Both of which were invited over due to having nothing to do on their own), and 3rdclass.
>That leaves four left still awake.
>I’m determined to win, unlike last year when I made the bad decision of partying the night before, which resulted in me falling asleep before the competition even started.
>This year I planned ahead, buying a full case of RedBull before night fell.
>The competition can get a little boring, so to pass the time, we tell each other stories from before we met.
>Socko has a lot of stories from when he was living in the bad part of town, most of them about how he had to fend for himself.
>Incog has a few from when he living in Britain about his encounters with the queen.
>Most of my stories are just memories of late nights with my friends after my shows.
>Every single one of ET’s stories begin with, “So this one time, when I was high…”
>It’s a good time and we’re all enjoying ourselves and each other’s company.
>That’s what Christmas is all about right? Spending time, not money, with the people you love the most.
>Incog, who occupies the bean bag chair that I brought down from my room, is telling us about the hottest cup of tea he ever drank.
>I lay on the couch, resting my head in Socko’s lap, who sits on the edge.
>ET just leans against the wall, looking cloudy eyed until someone says his name.
>It’s cold outside, wind whipping the windows and snow buffeting the siding of the house.
>Looks like Jack Frost planned a white Christmas for this year.
>Time passes, and a few yawns are heard here and there.
>It’s obvious that people are getting tired.
>Good, that’s a better chance of me winning.
>I yawn, covering my mouth with my hand.
>Socko looks down and grins.
“Don’t think for a second that this means you’re going to win.”
“You still think you’re going to stay awake longer than me? How cute.”
>I ignore him, throwing aside an empty can into the ever growing pile of empty energy drinks.
>It misses and I groan.
>I get up, walking over to the stray can and tossing it into the pile.
>As I walk past Incog on my way back, I notice he is slouched over, not moving.
>One more down.
>I have a good feeling about this.
>I walk back to the couch, resting my head on Socko again, he places his hand on my back, rubbing it.
>ET gives me a knowing glance, and nods.
>Almost all the guys know I have a thing for Socko, all except Socko himself.
>I’m glad he doesn’t, because he probably doesn’t feel the same way.
>It’s the same with Nes.
>She’s told me about her crush on Everyday, and I’ve asked Everyday if he had feelings for her.
>He said he didn’t, and when I told Nes that he did, her eyes lit up.
>I feel bad for lying to her, but they would make such a perfect couple.
>Just like me and Socko.
>I hope.
>A loud bang is heard, and I snap back to reality to see ET lying on the floor.
>Socko laughs.
“Fool thought that standing up would keep him awake. Now he’s going to feel that in the morning.”
“Shouldn’t we help him?”
>He looks down, raising one eyebrow.
“Why?”
>I roll my eyes and get up, walking over to ET and propping him up against the wall.
“That should help.”
“How is that going to help? All you did was lean him against the wall.”
“It’s the thought that counts, Socko.”
>He smirks, patting the couch next to him.
“Take a seat.”
“Why? Had enough of me lying on you?”
“No, I just want you to have a fair chance. If you’re lying down then you’re more likely to sleep.”
“When did you start to care? I can handle myself.”
>I walk back to the couch once again, lying down to rest my head against Socko’s strong legs.
>He’s just so perfect.
>Then he starts humming a slow song, making my eyes heavy.
“Hey, that’s cheating.”
“Ain’t no rules in a cuddle war.”
>He grabs me in a hug and pulls me closer.
>He rubs up against me, cuddling furiously.
>I let it happen, squealing on the inside.
>He’s actually holding me.
>Close.
>I cuddle back, giving him all my love possible.
>Minutes go by and the only thing that happens is mass amounts of snuggling.
>Soon, both of us just hold each other, looking at the clock.
>I start to get drowsy again, and my eyes flutter.
>I look at Socko, his chest rising and falling in perfect unison with mine.
>His arms around me are warm, heating the two of us on this cold night.
>Then I look up at his eyes.
>His eyelids covering those perfect brown eyes.
>Sometimes I wish-
>Wait, his eyes are closed?
>Huh, would you look at that.
>I won.
>All because he was too busy cuddling me.
>He was cuddling me.
>I forget all about winning.
>He’s holding me.
>That’s what matters.
>I fall asleep, right there in his arms.
>Here’s to a perfect Christmas.