The Holidays Series

  “I love the socks. It’s fine,” I reassure her, rubbing my hand against her back as her brother tosses another present in my direction and it lands on my lap.

  She looks at me like she doesn’t believe me, which is why I told her I loved her last night. After she fell asleep in my arms and couldn’t hear me whisper it in the darkness of her bedroom.

  She’d never believe I was telling the truth.

  Honestly, I don’t care if her family gives me a hundred pairs of socks, which going by the growing pile next to me on the floor of their living room, just might happen.

  I quietly open the small box in my lap whose tag says it’s from Nicholas, while he also opens the ones from me that Noel handed to him from the pile between us.

  The laughter comes fast and loud when I see there’s an athletic cup nestled inside the box, and I hold it up for the room to see when Nicholas holds up his A Christmas Story stocking cap and matching socks.

  “I figured you could use that the next time I go crazy with a Red Ryder,” Nicholas laughs, pulling the hat down over his head as I nod and tell him thank you for the cup.

  This morning has been nothing short of amazing and my words have been few and far between as I sit here with this family that isn’t mine, watching them enjoy the holiday together. Everyone’s wearing matching pajamas—with the exception of me, I was granted a reprieve due to the cock and balls situation last night and allowed to put on my plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt—the coffee table was pushed out of the room to allow for presents and bodies as we all sit around the tree drinking coffee, munching on cookies and opening presents to the soft sounds of Christmas music floating around us.

  This family is perfect. This woman next to me is perfect. Christmas is…dare I say it, perfect?

  I’m going to stop being a pussy once and for all and tell Noel how I feel the first minute we get to ourselves. I don’t want to let this feeling go. This feeling of warmth and happiness and contentment and belonging for the first time in my life. I want to hold onto it like the present in my hand and never let it go.

  The next hour is spent finishing opening up the massive amount of presents, followed by a quick clean-up of wrapping paper that was strewn from one end of the room to the other. While everyone busies themselves helping Bev in the kitchen get Christmas dinner ready, Noel grabs my hand and pulls me out into the hall and down by the front door.

  Shit, is she kicking me out? Is she telling me it’s been nice but it’s time for me to go? I’m not ready, dammit. I’M NOT READY!

  “I just wanted to give you your present without everyone watching,” she says quietly, pulling a flat, square-shaped present wrapped it snowman paper from behind her back and holding it out to me.

  I release the breath I was holding and take the present, smiling down at her.

  “You didn’t have to get me anything. NO ONE had to get me anything. This is all too much,” I reply, even though now that I’ve gotten a taste of getting Christmas presents, I want to open a thousand more.

  “And you didn’t have to get everyone in my family something, but you did, so shut it!” she contends with a laugh.

  “Your present isn’t quite ready yet,” I shrug in embarrassment, holding the present close to my chest. “It will be here later, I promise.”

  She waves me off with her hand. “You didn’t have to get me anything. You being here, doing all of this and not running out the door screaming within the first five seconds of meeting my family was all the gift I needed.”

  Right. Being here, pretending to be your boyfriend.

  “Go ahead, open it,” she urges, bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet excitedly.

  I quickly rip open the package, the paper dropping to the floor as I stare down at what’s in my hand.

  I will NOT cry like a pussy. I will NOT cry like a pussy.

  “You will always be part of this family, no matter what. I hope it’s not too cheesy, I just thought you’d like to have it to always remember us by. You know, when you do decide we’re all insane and finally go running out of here screaming,” she says with a nervous laugh.

  I run my hand over the glass in the middle of the wooden frame with the words “Family” carved at the top in the very center. Inside the frame is a photo of the night of the lighting contest when Bev dragged us all to the front of the house and had one of the neighbors take a photo of us in front of the lights. I didn’t want to be in the picture. I flat out refused and told Noel no three times until the entire family started yelling at me to get my ass in the picture before they froze to death.

  Reggie and Bev are squatting in front with their hands on their knees, Nicholas, Casey and Aunt Bobbie are standing on the ends behind them, and Noel and I are in the middle of everyone, her arm around my waist and my arm flung over her shoulder. Her head is tilted to the side resting against my chest and everyone has big, cheesy grins on their faces. You can see the blurry white of the snow falling around us and the glow of all the lights behind us.

  It’s my first family photo and it’s perfect.

  “Listen, Noel. I need to tell you something,” I begin softly, pulling my gaze away from the photo to look into her eyes.

  “You hate the picture. I knew it was a dumb idea,” she sighs, reaching out to grab it from me.

  “No!” I shout, moving it out of her reach. “No, I promise I don’t hate it. It’s perfect. I have to tell you something else. Something serious and important.”

  She takes a step toward me and gazes up at me, her beautiful green eyes staring at me and I watch her swallow nervously.

  “Good. Because I have something serious and important to talk to you about too,” she whispers.

  Shit, was I wrong about this being one-sided? I mean, I’ve been hoping and wishing, but it all seemed too good to be true. The hopeful look in her eyes and the way she twists her hands together nervously makes me think I’ve been a big idiot and should have said something sooner instead of waiting until the day I’m supposed to leave.

  Noel takes another step toward me until the frame is pushed up against my chest from her closeness, the wrapping paper I tossed on the floor crinkling under her stocking feet as she steps on it.

  I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself to say the words out loud.

  “Noel, I lo-”

  “NOEL! I LOVE YOU!”

  A shout from outside cuts me off, proclaiming the words I was just about to say.

  “What the fuck?” I mutter as we both turn our heads and look at the closed door right next to us.

  “NOEL! ARE YOU IN THERE? I LOVE YOU!”

  “Holy shit!” Noel gasps, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.

  Footsteps sound in the hall behind us like a herd of elephants as the family runs out of the kitchen.

  “What in Sam hell is all that yelling?” Reggie asks in annoyance, while I laugh like a lunatic hearing my name come out of his mouth for the first time. Of course it would be as a curse.

  “NOEL! I’M SORRY! COME BACK TO ME! I LOVE YOU!”

  Another muffled shout sounds from out of the front lawn and I hear Noel whimper next to me.

  “No, no, no, no,” she mumbles under her breath.

  “Brace yourself, Casey. The shitteth is about to hit the faneth,” Nicholas says as he wraps one arm around his wife and gives me a sympathetic pat on the back.

  What the hell is happening right now, and who the fuck just interrupted me telling Noel I love her?

  “Why is there a man in a three-piece suit with no coat, out on our front lawn yelling like a crazy person?” Bev asks, looking out the window right inside the living room next to us.

  “Oooooh, that’s Armani. Very nice,” Aunt Bobbie coos, scooting next to Bev to get her own look out the living room window.

  “NOEL? PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!”

  “Leon, do you know this person?” Bev questions, looking back over her shoulder at the extremely quiet woman st
anding next to me, before lowering her voice in a loud whisper. “Is he on drugs? Leon, are you friends with druggies?”

  Aunt Bobbie laughs nervously and takes a step back from the window.

  “Druggies? Who knows druggies? I don’t know druggies, do you know druggies?” she asks. “No drugs here, especially not Ecstasy or anything crazy like that!”

  There’s a hard knock at the door right next to us, followed by more pathetic shouting.

  “WE DON’T HAVE TO GET MARRIED! IT DOESN’T MATTER, I JUST WANT YOU BACK!”

  Son of a mother fucking bitch! Logan is here???

  Reggie shoulders his way between Noel and I and flings open the front door. I stare in irritation at the man on the front stoop with perfectly slicked-back hair, black suit, and a pansy-ass white scarf around his neck.

  “What the hell is all this yelling for? Are you a druggie? Does my daughter owe you money?” Reggie shouts at the dumbshit in front of him.

  “What? No, I’m Logan,” he states, puffing up his chest and holding his hand out in front of him.

  I groan and Noel whimpers again.

  “No, you’re not. He’s Logan,” Reggie argues, pointing his thumb over his shoulder in my direction.

  Logan looks around Reggie and glares at me.

  “No, I’M Logan. I have no idea who that is. Who are you?” he asks me angrily.

  “This is LOGAN,” Bev shouts, coming up from behind me. “LOOOOOOGAAAAAANNNN.”

  She yells louder, stretching out the word like the dumbshit is hard of hearing.

  Logan looks around at everyone in confusion.

  “I think he is on drugs, he looks very confused,” Bev whispers. “Or maybe he’s def. What’s sign language for ‘Get off our porch?’”

  “I’M LOGAN!” Dumbshit shouts in a huff.

  “HE’S LOGAN!” Reggie yells back, pointing his thumb at me again.

  “This is so much fun!” Nicholas announces.

  I shoot him a dirty look and he immediately drops his smile. “Sorry, dude. My bad.”

  “Um, I need to tell you guys something,” Noel finally speaks.

  “Oh, God! You ARE on drugs! This is your dealer and he’s come to beat you up!” Bev wails. “Reggie, get the extra grocery money out of the cookie jar on the counter. “I won’t let this pimp beat up my baby!”

  Reggie shakes his head at her, shooting another glare at Dumbshit.

  “You have five seconds to tell me who you are or I’m going to let Aunt Bobbie escort you off the property,” Reggie tells him.

  Aunt Bobbie comes up next to me and cracks the giant knuckles on her huge hands. “Won’t be as much fun as grabbing Logan’s package, but he’ll do.”

  “For the last time, I AM LOGAN!” Dumbshit says again in annoyance. “Will you please let me inside? It’s freezing out here and I didn’t bring my coat.”

  He looks at Noel pleadingly, reaching into his front pocket and pulling out the largest diamond ring I’ve ever seen in my life. Please, Noel, I can’t stand the thought of you not having this on your finger. I don’t care if you never want to marry me, just please take the ring back and let’s work this out.”

  As Noel’s hand comes up and she nervously brushes her hair out of her eyes, Dumbshit’s own eyes immediately zero in on the pathetic excuse for a ring I slipped on her finger last night sparkling in the morning sun streaming through the front door.

  “What the hell is that? Is that a ring?” he asks in shock.

  Noel quickly pulls her hand down and hides it behind her back, my heart completely breaking in two.

  “Oh, dear. He’s a pimp and he’s stupid, this is not good,” Bev mutters. “Leon, leave it to you to find the only stupid pimp in Seattle.”

  “Who the hell is Leon?” Dumbshit asks.

  “She is,” Reggie replies, his thumb flying in Noel’s direction this time.

  “Okay, enough with the Who’s on First, What’s on Second,” Noel says with a sigh. “Everyone, THIS is Logan. The real Logan. And this is Sam.”

  She takes turns pointing to each of us and I slide my hands into the pockets of my plaid pajama bottoms, having no clue what else to do with them since I can’t decide if I want to punch dumbshit in the face or wrap my arms around Noel and drag her out of the room and pretend like none of this is happening.

  “Who’s Sam?” Bev asks.

  “I am,” I answer curtly.

  “Am I still high?” Aunt Bobbie mutters from next to me. “Tell me, does anyone see a squirrel wearing a red sweater in the hallway with us right now?”

  Everyone ignores Aunt Bobbie and stares at me like I’M the guilty one.

  Shit, I AM the guilty one. I lied to these people, I stayed in their home, and I ate their food. It wasn’t any big deal until I got to know them and now I feel like the biggest asshole on the planet.

  “Are you a man dressed in women’s clothes?” Dumbshit says with a grimace as he looks Aunt Bobbie up and down.

  Everyone gasps and I pull one hand out of my pocket to pat Aunt Bobbie on the back.

  “You look beautiful, darling. That blue sweater really brings out your eyes,” I tell her, trying to calm her down before she starts crying.

  “Thank you,” she replies with a smile. “Can I rip his dick off now?”

  Dumbshit gasps and takes a step back on the porch.

  That’s right, keep stepping back until you’re back in Seattle and far, far away from here you undeserving piece of shit.

  “I think I should shoot him in the balls. What do you think, Sam?” Nicholas asks.

  “Will everyone just shut up for a minute?!” Noel shouts, walking forward and grabbing onto Logan’s arm, yanking him inside the warm house and slamming the door closed behind him.

  He shivers like a pussy, wrapping his arms around his body and rubbing his hands up and down his arms, still clutching the giant diamond ring.

  “I still don’t understand what’s going on right now. If you’re Logan, and you’re Sam, is Leon still Leon?” Bev asks. “Is this part of your Oklahoma play? Are you all in character? Ooooooh, is it audience participation? I’ve always wanted to be in a play!”

  I watch as Noel closes her eyes and bows her head, speaking softly to everyone in the crowded hallway.

  “I lost my job, Logan proposed, and I ran without giving him an answer. I met Sam at the airport and convinced him to come home with me and pretend to be Logan because I didn’t want to disappoint you guys,” she blurts out all at once.

  The entire family explodes into shouting, yelling, and curses, save for Nicholas and I as we stand silently watching the argument unfold in front of us.

  “You better fight for her. Don’t let that dumbshit worm his way back into her life,” he whispers to me loudly over the yelling.

  “Oh, thank God! This guy is just an actor! Jesus, Noel, you scared the hell out of me when I saw another ring on your finger,” Logan says with a laugh.

  Noel doesn’t say anything in response as Bev, Reggie, Aunt Bobbie, and Casey all continue yelling and firing questions at her about what the hell is going on and why she didn’t tell them what had happened to her before she came home.

  I sigh as I watch Logan get down on one knee in front of Noel, taking a step back from the commotion until I’m a few feet behind Nicholas. I close my eyes when I see Dumbshit hold up the giant diamond ring toward Noel that he’s still clutching in his hand.

  “I know you just got spooked when I did this a few days ago, and that’s fine. I get it. But we can work this out, Noel,” he maintains.

  “It was much more romantic when Sam did it,” Bev huffs, crossing her arms in from of her. “You really need to work on your delivery, because it sucks Dominic the Donkey balls.”

  I take another step back from the group until my heels hit the stairs behind me, waiting for Noel to laugh in Logan’s face, grab the ring, and chuck it across the room, or tell him he’s an idiot and came all this way for nothing. Anything but the silence that’s happening with
her right now.

  “Please, sweetheart, just take the ring. I have a car waiting for us outside and we can be in St. Thomas with my family in just a few hours. Some sun and sand will do you some good and help you clear your head,” Logan tells her.

  When everyone starts shouting again and I see Noel reach for the ring he holds out to her, I turn and head up the stairs quietly.

  There’s no point in sticking around for the rest of this shit show. I wanted to know how Noel felt about me and now I have my answer. She feels nothing and it really was all an act. Now who’s the dumbshit?

  15

  Limp Dick

  Noel

  I’m pretty sure I’ve cried for so long and for so hard that my body is now dehydrated. I feel like a slug, curled up on my side under the Christmas tree in the living room, my arms and legs refusing to move to pick me up from the spot where I’ve been ever since Nicholas came downstairs and told me Sam was gone.

  Gone, just like that. His bag packed and out the door without a word. Gone.

  Why didn’t he fight for me? Why didn’t he punch Logan in the face when he insulted Aunt Bobbie and looked around my parent’s home like it was a hovel in the middle of the hood instead of a beautifully decorated, two story Colonial in a nice neighborhood?

  Fuck, why didn’t I punch him in the face? He was my problem to deal with, not Sam’s. Of course he left when I stood there in the hallway like an asshole and didn’t say one word about how much I loved him and how I wanted nothing to do with the idiot on his knees for the second time in front of me. I never said one word to him about how I felt because I was too scared. Too much of a chicken-shit to verbalize these feelings that are so foreign to me I don’t know how to handle them. I should have told him last night, when he made love to me so sweetly and held me so tightly. I should have told him at dinner when he got down on his knee and I imagined it was a real proposal instead of an act. There are a thousand different times I should have told them, all of those times running through my mind so quickly it makes my head spin and a fresh round of tears fall down my cheeks as I curl up into a tighter ball under the tree.