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- Nigga Christmas 2: Day one.
- Wampum
- >Its almost Christmas.
- >It's going to be the second Christmas since the events of The Bigger They Are.
- >Both 3rdclass and ET have been trying to make it cheerful, but I've been in a terrible mood ever since Socko and Sammy left.
- >Ive been drinking a lot more, which is saying something.
- >My truck is broken.
- >I have no job.
- >Life is just looking very grey lately.
- >It's 9pm when I take another sip from the bottle and turn my attention back to the TV.
- >I'm on the couch, trying to get my mind of my troubles.
- >ET walks in from the kitchen and sits down next to me.
- ET: Hey man, how you feeling?
- Me: Eh, not great. I miss them.
- >He sparks a joint and offers it to me.
- >I decline, and take another sip.
- ET: I know. We all do.
- Me: Why did they do it? I can barely wrap my head around the fact that they're gone, even though its been almost two years. I
- just dont understand. Sure, they fought a lot but they didnt have to kill themselves. It's so fucking... Ahh!
- >The bottle flies out of my hand, shattering against the wall next to the TV.
- >ET lets out a puff and looks at me.
- >I shake my head.
- Me: I'm sorry, it's just... I'm having a hard time coping with my life right now, you know?
- ET: I get you, man. Let it all out. But, uh... you are going to clean that up right?
- >I nod, sighing.
- Me: Yeah I'll get it.
- >ET gets up, walking back toward the kitchen. I can smell a ham cooking.
- ET: If you need anything, me and 3rdclass are here for you.
- >I'm a tough guy. I don't usually show my weaknesses, but for the third time this week, I let tears flow.
- 3rdclass
- >67, 68, 69, 70
- >My workouts are going great lately.
- >I dont know if its the weather or what, but I've been throwing some pretty intense sets down lately.
- >89, 90, 91, 92
- >Almost done lifting for today, only about 900 more.
- >The sweat on my foehead drips onto the bench as I lift the 180lb weight again and again.
- ET
- >This ham is all fucking wrong.
- >I can't believe I made such a terrible piece of cuisine.
- >I look down at the ham that anyone else would call a perfect work of culinary art, but to me its always just short of
- accepatable.
- >I dont have Japanese roots do I?
- >Am I shaming my family?
- >Fuck it I don't care at this point, all I care about is getting this ham to meet my expectations.
- Knock Knock
- >Who the fuck is that?
- >I take off my oven mitts and wipe my hands on my appron.
- >Upon walking into the living room, I see Wampum still on the couch, right where he has been.
- Me: Who's at the door?
- Wa: No idea. Haven't looked.
- >Lazy boi.
- >I roll my eyes and swing the door open.
- >My heart drops, and I'm staring wide-eyed into the bloody, bruised face of Socko.
- Wampum
- >ET opened the door and just stood there for a few seconds just staring like he had seen a ghost.
- >I can't see who's at the door but I do know that whoever it is they probably don't want to be standing out in the middle of
- the snow anylonger than they have to.
- Me: Who is it?
- >He doesn't respond, and I'm forced to get up off the couch.
- >I walk over to the door behind ET so I can see who's there.
- >What the fuck?
- >Who is...
- >...No.
- >No that's not possible.
- >Standing in the door is Socko, his face and shirt covered in blood.He's bruised and battered and wet from the snow.
- >But it cant be Socko. Socko is dead. I saw him and Sammmy commit sudoku on the bridge.
- Me: S-socko?
- >He tries to speak, but as he opens his mouth to respond his eyes roll up and he faints, falling forward toward ET.
- >ET seems to snap out of his shock in time to catch Socko before he falls to the ground.
- Me: Quick, get him onto the couch, we need to make sure he's ok.
- >ET rushes him over to the couch while I shut the door and run into the kitchen.
- >First aid, first aid. Where the fuck is the first aid?!
- Me: ET where's the med kit?
- ET: Top shelf, next to the fancy plates!
- >I find it, and rush back into the living room.
- >The Couch is soaked in blood.
- >Oh shit, oh shitohshitohshit
- >I rip open the med kit and start taking off Socko's shirt.
- Me: Get those bandages ready, and hand me the dissifectant.
- >ET rummages through the bag and hands me the small bottle of what I can only assume is what I need since the label has been
- ripped off and replace with a piece of masking tape with the words, "Healing Stuff" written on it.
- >How did this house pass inspection?
- >I begin to locate the bleeding areas, pouring the 'healing stuff' onto them.
- >It looks bad, he's been stabbed in multiple areas.
- >He's alive though, which means that none of his vital organs were hit, which is a miracle.
- >I'm applying the bandages with sonic speed, but it feels like everything is in slow motion.
- >I've been in the hospital enough to know how to place and remove these shits.
- >3rdclass comes down the stairs, rubbing his arms.
- 3rd: What the hell is going on down here?
- >He must have finished his sets and heard the yelling.
- >He comes around the front of the couch and sees Socko passed out covered in blood.
- >His face whitens and he whispers under his breath.
- 3rd: What the fu...
- Me: ET, get me a wet, warm towel, I think he's going to be ok, but I want to clean up some of this blood.
- 3rd: What the hell is happening?! Did ET spike my cereal again, or is Socko really dying, again, on our couch?
- >I don't look up from the bloody mess. My best friend.
- Me: He's not dying! I wont let him die, not again damnit!
- >3rd looks shaken, and falls to a sitting possition where he is.
- >ET returns with the towel and I begin cleaning Socko off.
- >What the fuck IS happening?
- >Socko has been dead, or so everyone thought, for almost two years.
- >That night when he and Sammy jumped...
- >The police lights, the cold air.
- >Scenes from that night flash before me.
- >Sammy's face in the car on the way to the bridge, the police circling them as they stood on the edge of the bridge.
- >It's true, the police never found their bodies, but they jumped into the ocean; I wouldnt expect them to be found.
- ET: Wampum? uh, Wampum?
- >It just doesn't make any sense.
- >I saw Socko and Sammy both jump. I was the only one here that actually witnessed it.
- >The others didn't believe me when I got back to the house and told them the news.
- >Not until the next week when they still hadn't shown up did they believe me, then everyone broke down.
- >Incog even moved back to England.
- >Nes attempted suicide with a handful of pills.
- >EW... well, he took it the worst.
- >He and Nes were like a black hole of sadness to each other.
- >They sucked the happiness out of each other, and were spiraling out of control.
- >Then Nes tried to kill herself, and EW finally snapped out of it.
- >He started to love again, and he took care of her.
- >They're fine now.
- >They're what Socko and Sammy should have been.
- >the perfect couple.
- ET: WAMPUM!
- >I'm pulled back into reality by ET.
- >Ive been staring at Socko for a long time, and he's still covered in blood.
- >I can't do this.
- >My hand drops the rag onto the rug, and I sit back, still staring at Socko.
- >No one says anything.
- >The only thing that moves are the christmas lights, reflecting off the pool of blood.
- >Merry Christmas Eve...
- Nigga Christmas 2: Day Two.
- Incog
- >Ah, its good to be back here, where it all started.
- >I'm in a taxi, almost to the house where I spent a good few years of my life with some of the best friends I could ask for.
- >It's early and I figured I would supprise them by showing up for christmas.
- >I just hope they still live there.
- >Out the window the harbor stretches off into the distance.
- >The house is only five minutes from here.
- >I honestly can't wait until I see them again, even though it won't be all of them...
- >No, nope, no.
- >I refuse to let the past ruin today, no matter how hard it is.
- >The taxi pulls to a stop infront of a familiar driveway.
- >It looks a little different from the last time I was here about a year and a half ago.
- >They redid the walkway to the door, which used to be a gravel path that was a bitch to shovel in the winter, with a nice and
- neat stepping stone walkway.
- >That's weird, theres a bunch of red smudges on it.
- >I look back to the cab driver and hand him a 20$ bill and grab my bags.
- Me: Thank you, mate.
- >He nods, and drives off once I shut the door.
- >I turn back to the house. Ah, back home.
- >I begin up the path when I see the smudges again.
- >Shoeprints?
- >Did someone get paint on their feet?
- >Then it hits me like the queen of England.
- >It's bloody blood!
- >I drop my bags and run to the door.
- >My mates better be ok.
- Wampum
- >It's 7am when there's a knock at the door that wakes me from my sleep.
- >Well, it's more like a very loud slamming noise, and it's woken everyone up.
- >Everyone except Socko.
- >I rub my head and get up off the floor.
- >We all fell asleep right where we sat the night before.
- Me: I'll get it.
- >I get up and walk towards the door.
- ET: Wait dude!
- >I turn around right before grabbing the door's handle.
- Me: Why?
- >The noise continues and doesnt seem to be letting up.
- ET: What if it's the cops? Socko probably left a bunch of blood out there!
- >Shit, I never thought about that.
- Me: 3rdclass, grab Socko and put him behind the couch, that way the police wont see him when I open the door. They can't come
- in unless I let them, and they need a warent to search the place.
- >3rdclass does this with lightning speed.
- >He has been working out.
- ET: You think blood on the front steps isn't enough of a probably cause to search this place?
- >Fuck you too ET, I was trying to be smart.
- >I take a deap breath, put a big smile on, and open the door.
- Me: Merry Christmas officer, I-
- >I'm tackled to the ground by a flury of british rage.
- >Incog sits ontop of me, looking every which way.
- >Then he looks down.
- In: Wampum! What's going on here I saw bloody blood!
- >Fucking brits
- Me: Hey Incog, long time no see, uh, mind getting off?
- In: Oi, sorry mate.
- >He removes his english ass from my chest and dusts himself off while I get up.
- >3rdclass pops up from behind the couch, Socko still in his arms.
- 3rd: Is that Incog?
- >Incog turns to 3rd, and his smile disappears.
- In: I-is that...
- ET: Yeah, he turned up last night, bloody and bruised.
- >Incog looks confused.
- In: But, I thought he and Sammy-
- Me: Yes. That did happen. We don't know why he's here or where Sammy is, whether she's alive as well or dead like we initialy
- thought.
- >The awkwardness that follows could crush a bowling ball.
- Me: Incog, what are you doing here?
- In: Oh, I missed you guys, I wanted to come back for the holidays.
- >Incog then proceeds to tell us all about what he's been doing in English Wonderland.
- 2 hours later
- Socko
- >Bright.
- >Very bright.
- >God damn, those Christmas lights are bright as shit!
- >I'm jolted awake by my own thoughts.
- >I was back there, with her.
- >No, no I'm here in the house, that's right.
- >I must have passed out.
- >Cant.. quite.. remember.
- >I sit up on the couch, looking around.
- >There's no one around, no one except that ugly ass 'bad santa' cut out in the corner.
- >Seriously, it's been what, a year? two? 3rdclass still hasnt thrown that shit out?
- >My torso is covered in bandages, which only strike me with more memories of that place...
- >At least the blood is gone.
- >My first few steps are towards the kitchen, but then I turn to the stairs and begin the climb.
- >At the top I see her room right in front of me.
- >Still has the Daft Punk poster on it.
- >To the right is my old room.
- >It's so surreal, like I'm a ghost roaming through my past life.
- >How long have I been away?
- Wa: Sleep well?
- >My body spins a 180 and I'm face to face with Wampum.
- >He's leaning on the wall, looking at me with the look of a scientist studying a test.
- Me: I, uh... Hey.
- Wa: Hey? Hey?!
- >He takes a step forward, now very close to me.
- Wa: You jump off the bridge, die, are gone for 2 years, and then you come back bloody and dying again, and all you can say is
- 'hey'?!
- >I can feel my face get red, but then I remember who's the real man here.
- Me: Yeah, got a problem with it?
- >He laughs and hugs me.
- >When he lets go, he looks directly at me.
- Wa: What the fuck is going on, Socko?
- >I take a deap breath.
- Me: We might want to find somewhere comfy if you want the whole story.
- Wa: Couch?
- Me: It's covered in blood, sorry.
- Wa: Alright, well, lets go into my room, then you can tell me the whole story, right from when you jumped.
- >I sigh as I enter the room. Here it goes.
- ~2 years ago
- Socko
- >I can't breath. Not because I'm under water, but because I'm still alive.
- >I jumped, I landed, I fucking swam.
- >My body aches with each stroke upward.
- >Every time I move it feels like my arms are being ripped off.
- >When I entered the water, my arms were forced upwards, and I survived.
- >I don't know where Sammy is, it's dark and I can barely see the surface.
- >The only things guiding me are the lights from the police cars above.
- >I break the surface, and my lungs fill with air.
- >There's chaos above on the bridge, I can hear sirens, officers, and Wampum yelling our names.
- >Salt water fills my mouth, and tears add to the salty mixture.
- >Why am I alive?!
- >I should be dead.
- >The current in the mouth of the river is strong, and I dont fight it.
- >There's a kind of relief from being in my situation.
- >On one hand, it sucks that I'm still alive, but it's nice knowing that I dont have to worry about anything else in life
- except killing myself.
- >There's a log floating past, it must have come from up stream.
- >How fucking cliche.
- >I grab hold and let it carry me.
- >Everything is like a blur, like a dream.
- >I feel like I'm swimming though reality, which, technically I am.
- >This sucks.
- Wampum
- >Pain.
- >Why.
- >Sammy.
- >Socko.
- Socko
- >I've been hanging onto this damn log for a good hour now, it just keeps floating out to sea.
- >I can barely see land at this point, and I'm very much considering drinking the ocean water just to end it.
- >But, for whatever reason, I decide against it, and make an executive decision to see where the log takes me.
- >Hell, maybe it will take me to paradice.
- >The sun is coming up now.
- >It almost looks beautiful.
- >Like Sammy...
- >Before I know it, I'm asleep, strattling the log.
- Wampum
- >Pain.
- >Best friends.
- >Drinks.
- >Pain.
- Socko
- >My log isn't moving anymore.
- >I'm not even on the log anymore.
- >I'm jolted awake by the realization that I'm no longer a sailing my sea-hotdog.
- >Sand.
- >What the-?
- >I look around at what seems to be a beach.
- >My log lays beside me, well, beached.
- >I must have landed here and fallen off.
- >Its a wonder I didnt fall off sooner.
- >Just my luck.
- >I get up, brushing the sand off me and getting my bearings.
- >The beach leads up on a slight incline to a barrakade of shrubs and trees and also wraps around to the left and right.
- >It almost looks tropical.
- >Driftwood litters the beach.
- Me: Awesome, just my luck. Why can't I just die already.
- >With nothing better to do, walking along the beach is the only thing to do.
- >It takes about an hour of walking the beach until I am back where I started.
- >Must be an island.
- >Thats real fucking neat-o.
- >Shrubs it is.
- >Traveling inland, I make my way through the bushes and vines.
- >I am absolutely awful with measurements so I have no idea how big the island is, but it's not that big.
- >15 minutes later, I arrive on the other side of the island.
- >Now what?
- >I've litteraly seen the whole island.
- >Well, most of it.
- >I know I havent seen the whole thing because something interesting catches my eye as I walk the beach again.
- >Smoke.
- >I know right? Sure is Lost in here.
- >Smoke means fire, which either means some natural extremity caused a wild fire, or it's a person.
- >If I were a gambling man...
- >A short walk later, I'm hidden in the bushes creeping towards the source of the smoke.
- >I'm all for killing myself right about now, but I want to die on my own terms, not some crazy taliban refugee with an ak-47.
- >Quietly, I push the last branch aside and peer into a clearing.
- >The clearing looks man-made, with shrubs and vines either cut down or stomped down.
- >In the middle, a nice and neat little fire place is burning bright, casting flickering light across the darkening jungle-
- like backdrop.
- >The sun is going down.
- >There's a person in the clearing as well, confirming my suspicions that I'm not alone here.
- >They have their back to me, and are at the edge of the clearing rummaging in some bushes.
- >I can't quite make out the details of the person, so I sit and wait.
- >Looking around, I see a rock, the perfect size to use as a weapon if I need to.
- >Big enough to do damage but small enough to keep control of when swinging.
- >Then the mystery character turns towards the fire, facing me.
- >My heart stops.
- Me: Sammy?
- >She stops in her tracks.
- >It's definitely her, because she drops what looks like a handful of berries and pulls out a knife from her pocket.
- Sa: Who's there? Show yourself!
- >I realize that she cant see me where I'm hiding, so I move into the clearing.
- >She stares, wide eyed.
- Sa: S-Socko...?
- Me: Uh, yeah. Hey.
- >She lowers the knife and steps forward.
- >Then she punches me.
- Me: Ow! What the hell?
- >Her eyes light up and she throws her arms around me.
- >She squeezes tight, and I can feel her silently sobbing.
- Sa: I thought you were... you were dead.
- Me: Yeah, so did I. Turns out I'm not so easily killed. What about you, Sammy? You jumped too.
- >She pulls away and wipes her eyes.
- Sa: Its a long story. I hitched a ride from some fishermen who were going out to sea. They tried to rape me.
- >She starts to break down again.
- Me: Oh my god, did they...?
- >She shakes her head.
- Sa: No, no they're dead Socko. I killed them.
- >She looks me in the eye, looking helpless, tears falling fast.
- Sa: I killed them and drove the boat in the direction I thought was home. I ended up here.
- >I step close and embrace her.
- >She's obviously shaken from her experiences.
- Me: I floated here on a magic log.
- >What the fuck did I just say? Ugh, I'm an idiot.
- >Sammy picks her head off my sholder and wipes her eyes.
- >She tries to smile.
- Sa: You're a nerd.
- >Then she hugs me again, and we stay that way until the sun goes down.
- Christmas, Present Day.
- Socko
- Wa: So wait, let me get this straight. You jumped off the bridge, both of you survived, and you both ended up at the same
- island at the same time?
- >Wampum sits across from me on his bed.
- Me: Yeah pretty much.
- Wa: Well what happened next?
- Me: I...I don't really remember all of it.
- Wa: What?
- Me: Sammy and I were living on that island for at least a week before the smugglers showed up. We had made a small hut and
- food supply. We were surviving. Unfortunately, that island wasn't ours to inhabit. From what I can gather, it was a popular
- drug smuggling route.
- Wa: And?
- >I think for a minute.
- Me: I only remember bits and pieces. I remember them arriving on the island, finding us. We ran, but the island was small and
- we couldn't hide from them. They bound us, and they took Sammy and I onto their boat. We were kept in the hull, fed only once
- every two days a piece of bread and a sip of sea water. It was torture.
- >Wampum just sits there, wide eyed.
- Wa: What the fuck, dude.
- Me: I was in and out of consciousness throughout it. We arrived back in America at some point, and we were moved to some sort
- of jail.
- >I have to stop, close my eyes, and try to push through the awful memories.
- Me: I saw things there. Awful things. People died, people were tortured, whipped, dunked in acid. Sammy and I were separated,
- and I havent seen her since the night I broke out of that place.
- Wa: What happened?
- Me: A few of the inmates and I had been planning an escape, and we pulled it off. But as I was making my escape, I caught a
- glimps of Sammy. She was with a group of female inmates, fighting a group of guards. I don't know what was going on, there
- was a lot of choas because we started a fight as a distraction. I have no idea where she is now.
- >Suddenly there's a loud bang downstairs
- >Me and Wampum look at each other, then bolt for the door.
- >Down stairs, me and wampum are confronted by ET and Incog both holding brooms, fencing.
- >The blood has been cleaned up, even new cusions on the couch.
- ET: Oh, hey.
- Incog: Socko! Glad to see you up and about, mate.
- Me: Yeah, thanks Incog.
- >ET puts down his broom and Incog follows.
- ET: SO, what's the-
- Bang!
- >The front door is smashed open.
- >We all duck, and scatter, not even sure what the hell is going on.
- >Wampum and I end up behind the couch while ET and Incog are in the kitchen.
- >I whisper to Wampum.
- Me: Was it always this insane around here?
- Wa: No, when you left it was boring, now that you're back it seems like the insanity is back too.
- >Silence.
- >No one moves, and no one knows who or what just blasted our door in.
- >The room is still, and I hear someone step into the living room and shut the door.
- ?: Damn, place is empty. Where the hell is he?
- >Before my mind has a chance to process that voice, 3rdclass yells from the top of the stairs.
- 3rd: Seriously?! I thought it was Christmas not fucking Halloween.
- >I know who's at the door, and so does everyone else.
- >I stand up, and make immediate eye contact with her.
- >3rdclass comes down the stairs looking either mad or confused or both.
- 3rd: Ok, someone better fucking start making sense right now or I swear I will fuck someone up.
- >Everyone is looking at Sammy, who is acting like nothing strange is going on.
- >Uhh....
- Sammy
- >Why is everone looking at me?
- >Wait, oh shit!
- Me: Socko you havent told them?!
- >Socko looks like a deer in headlights.
- So: Uh, well I told Wampum.
- ET: You told Wampum but not us?
- In: What's up with that, mate?
- Wa: I was about to tell you guys when we got down here, but-
- 3rd: EVERYONE SHUT UP!
- >WE all look to 3rd, who is on the first step of the stairs, which technically gives him the high ground.
- >Weird, that title usually goes to ET...
- 3rd: Now, I want everyone on and around the couch, now.
- >It takes a second for everyone to get moving, because apparently me showing up at MY house is odd and everyone is in shock.
- >Plebs.
- >Once everyone is on the couch,(Well, most of us. Wampum, Socko and I are on the couch while ET and Incog sit on the arm
- rests.) 3rd stands infront of us all like a drill sargent.
- 3rd: Now, can anyone tell me what day it is?
- >We look at each other, confused.
- ET: Thursday...?
- 3rd: Exactly! And who can tell me what i do on the last thursday of every month?
- Incog: Oh, mate even I remember that one. You sleep off your sore muscles from your 'last wednesday of the month power
- workout'.
- >Oh, now I see where this is going.
- Wa: Wait this is about your napping?!
- >Everyone groans, and 3rd blushes.
- 3rd: What? What?!
- So: Man, we got a real fucking mess to work out here and you're worried about your sleep!
- 3rd: Yeah...
- Wa: Ok, I'm taking over this house meeting. 3rd, take a seat.
- >Wampum gets up, motioning for 3rd to take his seat.
- >He does, and Wampum looks at me and then to Socko.
- Wa: Ok, Socko, i want you to tell your story.
- >He looks back to me.
- Wa: Then you tell yours.
- Me: Okkie Dokkie. Wait, can I grab a bite to eat first?
- Wa: What? No, why would you-
- Me: Dude, seriously? I just came back from certain death and I can't grab a granola bar? What kind of dictatorship has this
- house turned into?
- >Wampum sighs, and lets me get my snack.
- >I don't need to hear the beginning of Socko's story anyway, I was there.
- >When I come back, everyone is listening to Socko rattle on about drug smugglers and the boat.
- >Good, I came back just in time.
- >I learn that once Socko and I were separrated at the jail, he and a few others started the fight that he used to escape when
- I last saw him there.
- >He pretty much just hitchiked here once he got out of that hell hole.
- >God that place was rough.
- >When Socko was done, everyone turns to me.
- >I'm mid chew and I slow to a stop.
- Me: What?
- >I spit a few pieces of granola out as I speak.
- >Fuck I'm an animal now. See what 2 years away from civilization does?
- Me: Oh right, my story. Well, it's identical to his except after I jumped the bridge and got lost, a few fishermen picked me
- up and uh... dropped me off at the island.
- >Socko looks at me, and very subtly nods.
- Me: Yeah, so when we're brought to the jail, me and Socko get separrated and I'm placed in with the women prisoners. Dont ask
- me why were taken prisoner, we werent forced to do labor or anything it was just like jail. It was very strange.
- ET: This whole thing is strange.
- Me: Yeah, it is. Anyway, when Socko's fight broke out, I had the same idea he did, except mine wasn't planned. when I got out
- of the compound I relized it wasn't far from here. Not like, around the corner, but it's within 20 miles.
- Wa: Wait that place is near here?
- Me: Yes, it is. Very hidden though. Don't worry. I called the police on my way back here and told them about it.
- So: Those cops better be ready, those guards were packing some heat.
- >I roll my eyes.
- Me: So yeah, thats my story. Me and Socko tried killing ourselves, we failed, we came back.
- >3rd starts clapping, but when he realizes he's the only one, he stops.
- >Cute.
- ET: So that's it? We just going to act like you guys havent been gone for 2 years?
- >I shrug.
- Me: I dont know, but I do know that anyone who was in my room while I was gone is a dead man.
- >Incog's face gets red and he looks away.
- Me: You better sleep with one eye open, Old Man.
- Knock Knock
- >Oh! That must be them.
- >I run to the door, very, very excited.
- >I throw open the door.
- Me: EW! Nes!
- >Yep, there they are, in all their glory.
- Me: You guys look great!
- >They step in, wearing matching christmas sweaters.
- Nes: Thanks Sammy, you're looking great too.
- >I look down at my blood stained tank.
- >I blush and run my hand through my hair.
- EW: We heard all about what happened already, Sammy stopped at our place before coming here and filled us in.
- >Socko looks impressed and I wink at him.
- >Nes, the party girl she is, pulls out a bottle of shampagne.
- Nes: Who's ready to get this party started?
- ET: Woo! You know it girl!
- >Seeing this warms my heart, and I cant help but beam as Wampum puts some holiday music on the sereo, Nes dances in, and ET
- brings out a christmas ham.
- ET: This bad boy was all ready to go yesterday, but then we had some, uh, complications.
- >He looks at me and Socko and grins.
- >I smile back, raising a glass to him.
- >It doesnt feel much like a christmas, but it's going to be a while before anything feels right around here.
- >I'm just glad to be back.
- >Sometime durring the festivities between when 3rd stripped and sang rudolph, and when Wampum chugged the entire parties keg,
- Socko made his way to me and pulled me asside.
- So: How are you feeling?
- Me: Eh, its a little humid in here but otherwise, I havent been better in a long time.
- >He smiles and nods, taking a sip of eggnog.
- So: And, uh, what are we, huh?
- >I look into his eyes, like always I cant read him.
- Me: I don't know, Socko. Last time we delt in absolutes we tried to kill ourselves. I'm thinking we should go back to being
- roommates for now.
- >He nods, not changing his expression.
- So: Ok.
- >And he walks away.
- >I'm not quite sure how to feel.
- >This has just been a weird couple of years.
- >But it's ok now, because I'm here, with my family again.
- >Jingle Bell Rock plays on the radio and EW gets up on the coffee table.
- EW: Time to open presents, bitches!
- >As he falls face first onto the couch.
- Nes: Honey, you might have had a little too much...
- Wa: Nah, he's fine.
- >Everyone seems excited about opening presents.
- >It's now that I realize I have no energy left at all.
- >Besides, I dont even have any gifts to give people.
- Me: Hey, uh, guys.
- >Everyone tones down and looks my way.
- Me: You guys are the greatest, and I just wanted to say that I love each of you. Wampum, You work hard and get shit done,
- keep on keeping on. Socko, you might cause problems sometimes, but you my nigga, and that means a lot. Incog, you're an
- annoying old man, but you know how to write a mean story. EW, You've been there for me ever since we met, thank you. ET,
- you're probably too high to appreciate this right now, but I love you too. Let's smoke sometime. 3rd, You're going far in
- life. Keep lifting, working, and drawing. All of you are special to me, and I don't care how many times you hear it from me,
- but I love you fags.
- >With that, my last bit of energy fades and I pass out on the floor right there.
- Merry Christmas Niggas.
- Love you all.
- -Samantha
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