Title:           Nigga Christmas Day 2/ End
Author:          DJ-Wish
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/XiesBtaZ
First Edit:      Tuesday 24th of December 2013 09:30:00 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 24th of December 2013 09:30:00 PM CDT

>There’s not much out there that I would like more than to wake up in the arms of someone I love.
>So when I wake up, still being held tightly by Socko, I almost don’t want to get up.
>So I don’t. We just sit there, leaning on each other.
>He’s still asleep, but that doesn’t matter; I like watching him sleep.
>Most of the guys are still asleep around the room, save for 3rd who’s probably doing his morning work outs.
>As much as I want to stay with Socko, my grumbling stomach disagrees with the idea.
>I slither out of his grasp and he tries to hold me tighter when I do.
>I bit my lip, trying to hold in my excitement.
>He really doesn’t want to let go.
>I slide out and give him a kiss on the forehead as I walk past.
>In the kitchen, ET has prepared a Christmas buffet that will last us all day.
>I grab some pie and take a seat at the table.
>I hope the guys like the gift’s I got them.
>I’m not sure if they will or not.
>Each of us got a gift for everyone else, but they all had to be the same.
>For example, I couldn’t get someone a gift card and another person a coloring book.
>I got seven of the same gift for all the guys and Nes.
>And so did everyone else, which makes our Christmas routine special.
>No one gets more than someone else.
>Christmas has always been one of my favorite times of the year in this house.
>Not because I get new stuff, in fact I would rather Christmas not be about giving people things at all.
>I like it because it’s a great chance to show everyone my good side.
>People only seem to see the tomboyish-bitchy me.
>But around Christmas, I like to try extra hard to show my good sides too.
>It’s that Christmas joy, you know?
>Shortly after finishing the slice of pie, some of the guys start to wake up.
>One by one, they stumble into the kitchen, attracted to the feast laid out on the table.
>They all take bites here and there, sampling all the food.
>ET just watches, admiring his craftsmanship.
>I get up and walk over to him.
“You did a really good job here.”
>He nods, smiling.
“I try my best. What did you like the most?”
“That pie was killer. Give me the recipe sometime, ok?”
>He laughs.
“You planning on cooking?”
“Good point. You can keep the kitchen duty to yourself.”
>He nods, looking back at the guys feasting.
>I take my self into the living room and up the stairs.
>I need to freshen up before the festivities begin.
>After the normal morning routine, I walk out of my room and head downstairs.
>The guys are now in the living room, chatting about Christmas hype and whatnot.
>Oh man, I almost forgot my gifts.
>I run to the back of the house, towards the spare room.
>Best hiding place in existence is under all my old vinyl.
>No one would ever look there.
>The room is a mess and I have to pick my way through the junk in order to get there.
>There are half smoked joints, broken work out equipment, and some old native masks just lying around.
>We should really clean this place out.
>Then I can turn it into my party room.
>Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
>I lift up the piles of records and grab the bag with the seven presents in it.
>I hope they like them.
>I guess we’ll find out.
>I take the bag back to the living room and place it under the already overflowing tree.
>Everyone looks at me.
“What?”
“We were waiting for you.”
“Yeah, where have you been? We’ve been waiting for hours.”
>I smile.
“Yeah, sure.”
>Socko stands up and walks over to me.
“No, really. We’ve been waiting for about four hours.”
>I look around, everyone looks either annoyed or worried.
>Then Nes stands up.
“Sammy, are you feeling ok? Where have you been for the past few hours?”
>I’m flustered.
“I-I really have no idea. I just went to the back room and got the back and came back.”
>Socko looks terrified.
“You went in the back room?”
“Y-yes?”
>Wampum is the next to get up.
“And you survived?”
“What the hell are you guys talking about?”
>Incog clears his throat.
“When I found this house, the real estate agent told me never to go into the back room. He said that it was a time rift that could stop or slow aging. However, anyone who goes in is either frozen in time or slowed to the point of almost no movement.”
>I just stare at him, then at everyone else.
“W-what? I was in there for hours? It felt like minutes.”
>They all nod, and Socko puts his arm around me.
>What the fuck? I’ve never been told about this?
>Why?
>I start to tear up into Socko’s shoulder.
>I don’t even know why.
>Maybe it’s because I was lied to? No, I’m not that much of a baby.
>Because I was just subjected to supernatural time powers? Probably.
>Socko just strokes my hair, patting me on the back.
“Sammy.”
“W-what?”
“We’re just fucking with you.”
>I look up at him, he’s got this huge grin plastered from ear to ear.
>My head turns to see all the others holding in mass amounts laughter.
>My mouth falls in disbelief and I push Socko away.
“You fucking jerk!”
>He lets himself fall, laughing his ass off along with the others who have burst out laughing.
“You all planned this?”
>They just nod, still rolling around.
>I just stand there, arms crossed.
>Then a smile creeps its way onto my face.
>I try to stay mad, holding it back with trembling lips.
>It doesn’t work, and I burst out with them.
>I fall on top of Socko, who grabs me and starts tickling me.
“S-stop-p. P-please!”
>He doesn’t and soon it’s just us two, rolling around on the ground, laughing and tickling.
>Eventually, we realize that we’re the only ones still fooling around and we stop.
>Both of us get up, blushing.
“You two gonna fuck or what?”
“Wampum, what the fuck? Shut up.”
“Fuck you Incog.”
“You wanna go mate?”
“I’ll take you both right here, right now.”
“You wish 3rd.”
>Nes speaks up, pushing her way to the front of the group.
“Guys, lets calm down. It’s Christmas.”
“She’s right. Let’s open some motha fuckin’ presents!”
“Fuck yeah.”
>I look at Socko and he looks away.
>My moment of happiness ends, leaving me empty.
>Socko is so hard to read sometimes.
>We all gather around the Christmas tree, looking at the huge pile of gifts.
>It’s been decided that we will open Incog’s presents first.
>He grabs a big box and places it in front of us.
>He then opens it and begins taking out smaller boxes and passing them out to everyone.
“What’s in it?”
>Incog looks at EW.
“Open it and find out, mate.”
>I shrug and take the top off my box.
>Inside our boxes are our very own…
“Make-ya-own-tea-900?”
>Incog looks proud.
“Yep. Imported all the way from me home land. Only makes original tea.”
>It’s actually not a bad gift.
>I actually like it.
>Incog is actually not a loser for once.
>I give him a smile and place the weird machine to the side.
“Mine next!”
>Wampum gets up, running to the tree and taking out an oddly decorated basket, woven out of grass.
“I got you guys some fruit from my tribal country.”
>He starts handing out the fruit.
>He hands me a green, spherical thing with orange spots about the size of a grapefruit.
“What are these?”
“Fruit.”
“No shit Wampum, I meant what are they called.”
>He thinks about it.
“I don’t know, but they are damn good.”
>I look over to ET, who is already cutting his up.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
“You know it, girl.”
>He begins to roll it up, lighting the end and taking a large puff.
>He lies back, resting his head on the bean bag chair.
“Any good?”
>He just zones out, looking at the ceiling.
>After Wampum finishes passing out the fruit, Nes gets up and tells us to wait.
“I gotta go grab it.”
“It? As in, only one?”
“Yeahuh.”
>she exits the room and comes back in with a plastic bag.
>When she sets the plastic bag on the floor, she pulls up on it, revealing a huge chocolate cake.
“Oh wow!”
“Holy crap.”
>She stands back, blushing.
“So you guys like it? There’s enough for each of you to have 2 pieces.”
>We all dive for it, cutting it up and munching on heavenly good chocolate cake.
>I glance over to Nes to thank her.
>She’s on the couch, sharing a slice of cake with EW.
>I smile.
>Good for her, finally getting the courage to show him some emotions.
>I look over to Socko, catching his stare just before he turns away.
>God damnit Socko, why won’t you just love me?
“Alright, my turn.”
>Socko gets up, taking a stack of cards from the pile.
“Cards? You got us cards?”
>Socko looks at EW.
“You don’t want yours?”
“N-no, I do.”
“Ok then, you can pick first.”
“O-ok.”
>He looks at the cards.
“What the… These aren’t playing cards. They just have a bunch of common stripper names and phone numbers on them.”
>He reads off the names.
“…Nikki, Fufu…”
“Just take a card man.”
>EW looks at Nes next to him, and she rolls her eyes.
“Don’t be so uptight, EW.”
>She grabs a card and pulls out her phone.
“R-right now?”
“No, I’m putting the number in my phone. I’m not that weird.”
“O-oh. I guess I can take one.”
>He reaches into the pile and grabs one.
>Nes gives him a high five.
>He smiles.
>Good for him.
>The rest of the gift giving goes by pretty well, save for when ET started handing out bags of weed.
>I declined, much to his delight, saying that I didn’t do drugs.
“Oh well, more for me.”
>3rd gave us each a workout DVD titled, “3rdclass’s road to success.”
>EW gave us all a journal and a pen, telling us that he wanted us to try our hand at writing.
>Incog didn’t get one, because, well, he already writes.
>Then it’s my turn.
>The last gift.
>I get up, walking to the tree.
>Only one thing remains, my bag.
>I dump it onto the floor, revealing seven small boxes.
>Each one has a name card on it with a song title.
“These name cards are mixed up. You guys have to figure out which present belongs to who.”
>I sit down, and watch as they just look at me.
“How hard can that be?”
>Socko picks up the one with his name on it.
>He opens it, revealing a small wooden box.
>He presses the red button on top.
>I cover my face, ready for the embarrassment to come.
>I chose this path.
>From the box, a hi-hat based rap beat starts, led in by a sax.
>Then, my voice fills the room.
>Thrift Shop by Macklemore plays from the box, covered by none other than….me.
>I can feel my face get red, and I close my eyes.
“This is some sort of puzzle shit, whose favorite song is this?”
>They begin working it out, Macklemore to EW, Lights Around to Wampum, Blue Suede Shoes to 3rd, Milk n’ Cookies to Incog, Beautiful to Socko, Let’s talk about Sex to Nes, and Smoke Weed everyday to ET.
>They all start playing their boxes, singing along and dancing.
“How did you make these?”
>Socko sits next to me, flipping the box around in his hand.
“It’s amazing.”
“I just used what I knew about music and Featherweight’s knowledge about tech.”
“You and him, huh?”
>He grins and laughs.
“Yeah right, I’m still not over that date I had, it was awful.”
“So you’re single then?”
“Yeah, why?”
>He doesn’t answer, instead he grabs me and pulls me into a kiss.
>His warm lips pressed against mine.
>The world falls apart around us, leaving us locked in this moment.
>I’m with him, and he’s with me.
>I close my eyes, pouring myself into this kiss.
>Eventually he breaks it, and looks at me.
“Is that a good enough answer?”
“Y-yeah.”
>He smiles, pecks me on the cheek and points up.
>I follow his finger and above us hangs the mistletoe.
>I look back to him, but he’s gone.
>He’s up with everyone else, dancing and messing around with their gifts.
>It all looks so perfect.
>Then I see Nes dragging EW out the front door.
>My curiosity takes over and I run after them, stopping next to the door.
>I peek around, seeing Nes lean in for a kiss.
>They meet, and I can see me and Socko in them.
>So much love and happiness is in the air, I almost can’t take it.
>I bend down, reach out the door and grab some snow.
>I ball it up and throw it, hitting Nes right in the back of the head.
>She turns around, a wicked grin on her face.
“You have no idea who you’re messing with, Sammy.”
“Socko, I might need some help out here.”
>I call into the house, but when I turn around, I see Socko, standing behind me with a watermelon sized snowball.
“Please…don’t.”
>He does.
>It smashes over my head, sending my down into a snowbank.
>Then all the others come out and soon the whole street is a snowball fight.
>I get out of the snow only to see Nes throw a long bomb from the other end of the street.
>It sails towards me and I only have time to think, God Damnit, when it hits me right in the face.
>Yep, today was a perfect Christmas.
>I couldn’t have asked for a better day.
>Or a better bunch of friends.
>My niggas.
>I love you, guys.
End Day Christmas.