The rest of the night had been quiet and nice. Gus had driven his parents home, had stopped for a nice cup of cocoa and finally some warm Christmas feelings of togetherness. It was really late when he finally got home and parked the car. The fact of his newly improved and respected adulthood had made him politely decline the offer to spend the rest of the night in his old room - he still had a point to prove here. His mother had beamed at him, telling him to drive carefully and his father had given him a look of undisguised pride as they shook hands once more, accompanied by a hearty, man-to-man "Merry Christmas" and "We hear you".
Gus locked the car and yawned on the way to his apartment. After he stepped inside he took a moment to rest his back against the door, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh. He felt tired and really good and still a little mixed up from all the events of the past days.
Then he realized the light.
It was dull, flickering from time to time and came right out of his kitchen. Gus startled. Surely he hadn't forgotten to leave any Christmas candles burning? He stormed into the kitchen, ready to put out whatever of his furniture was burning there - and stopped dead track when he was surprised by the sight of Shawn who was frowning at the defective contact of some Christmas lights. "Dude! I thought you'd never get here. Those things are highly irritating. Where did you get these?"
"Shawn?" Gus slowly stepped closer. "What are you doing here? It's late."
"True. It is." He tugged at the Christmas lights and they stopped flickering for a while. "I forgot something."
"You forgot something?"
Gus found that highly unlikely but Shawn merely nodded. "Yes. You know, we've been running around all the time, given out Christmas presents, sharing the love, ran a marathon, bailed your parents out of jail..."
"Shawn."
"... solved a murder, even turned you into an adult, I mean who would have thought that..."
"Shawn!"
"But!" Shawn reached under the table and pulled out a small package. "I didn't come around to give you your present yet."
Gus blinked and looked at the gift. "My present?" He blinked again when he realized that Shawn was right. One thing had led to another so fast that they hadn't come around to give each other their presents. "Oh."
"Oh it is indeed. Go ahead, open it. Open it, open it!"
"It's not another snowglobe, is it, Shawn?"
Shawn bounced on his heels impatiently. "Well, why don't you just open it and find out?"
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Part 1/2
Date: 2007-12-16 08:46 pm (UTC)Gus locked the car and yawned on the way to his apartment. After he stepped inside he took a moment to rest his back against the door, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh. He felt tired and really good and still a little mixed up from all the events of the past days.
Then he realized the light.
It was dull, flickering from time to time and came right out of his kitchen. Gus startled. Surely he hadn't forgotten to leave any Christmas candles burning? He stormed into the kitchen, ready to put out whatever of his furniture was burning there - and stopped dead track when he was surprised by the sight of Shawn who was frowning at the defective contact of some Christmas lights. "Dude! I thought you'd never get here. Those things are highly irritating. Where did you get these?"
"Shawn?" Gus slowly stepped closer. "What are you doing here? It's late."
"True. It is." He tugged at the Christmas lights and they stopped flickering for a while. "I forgot something."
"You forgot something?"
Gus found that highly unlikely but Shawn merely nodded. "Yes. You know, we've been running around all the time, given out Christmas presents, sharing the love, ran a marathon, bailed your parents out of jail..."
"Shawn."
"... solved a murder, even turned you into an adult, I mean who would have thought that..."
"Shawn!"
"But!" Shawn reached under the table and pulled out a small package. "I didn't come around to give you your present yet."
Gus blinked and looked at the gift. "My present?" He blinked again when he realized that Shawn was right. One thing had led to another so fast that they hadn't come around to give each other their presents. "Oh."
"Oh it is indeed. Go ahead, open it. Open it, open it!"
"It's not another snowglobe, is it, Shawn?"
Shawn bounced on his heels impatiently. "Well, why don't you just open it and find out?"