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I haven’t done one of these in a while, so I figured I would. Pay attention because there will be a test later. ;) And there will be a reward for anyone who does well on the test. But more on that when I get that far. Until then, enjoy and get to know what it’s like to be a barista. To see other character sketches, go here!

Marit “Sprinkles” Thompson

Favorite Drink:  Hot cider with whipped cream and lots of cinnamon.

Shop Pet Peeve: Those people who say: “I hope you don’t mind if I pay you in change. I have so much of it!” And then proceed to not empty some of that change into my tip jar.

Favorite Music: I got my brother’s taste in music. I listen to just about everything on the planet. World music is my latest guilty pleasure.

Favorite Song: “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls. Don’t judge because you love it too.

Words to Live By: “Just Keep Swimming”

Favorite Book: Anything, really. It just needs to be good.

Favorite Movie: Animated ones.

Obscure Fact: I used to be an expert unicycle rider.

Favorite Thing: Watching couples on a first date and seeing it go well.

 

Disclaimer: The girl in the picture is Miley Cyrus. I don’t know him. I wish I did, and I do not own that picture. No infringement is intended.

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Thirty – One

Gavin “Tinsel” Thompson

 

Peter got a ridiculous amount of toys this year. Most of them had buttons and made a lot of obnoxious noises. The rest were meant to be banged or thrown around. Like I don’t get enough headaches from his plethora of Elmo plushies and Yo Gabba Gabba action figures. He got a few books, which are always great, and then a whole lot of clothes. I then of course had the lovely task of trying to figure out what would be coming back with us and what was going to stay at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

It’s a nice Christmas morning. Mom made quiche and sticky caramel bread. Dad had Petey duty which is always amusing. I can’t help but wonder if he was ever that playful with me. I vaguely remember him playing with Kevin and Marit when they were really young, but I don’t remember it being as often. Then again, I heard somewhere that grandparents aren’t the same to their grandkids as they were to their own children. I guess it’s because the responsibility isn’t as much of a burden?

“Gav?” Princess calls from the back room. I turn and I see her standing in the doorway. “I need your big, manly, arms to open this for me!” She gestures to one of the whipped cream canistors.

I roll my eyes and go over, loosening it with ease, and handing it back to her. “You’re welcome.”

Princess only giggles. “I just needed an excuse to catch you under the mistletoe.”

I look at her, completely confused, and then I remember that the mistletoe was hung up over the backroom door still. I’d been so careful to not get caught under it with her despite all of her attempts to catch me. I’d locked lips with just about everyone that I work with – including Raven and Andy, several times I should add – all in an effort to not have to kiss her. Every year, she gets me one way or another. I just don’t want to lead her on. It’s all strictly lust at this point and that’s dangerous.

“Well?” She puckers up her lips.

I sigh and lean in to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

“That is not a kiss Gavin,” She says and grabs my shirt so I can’t leave. “I want a real one.”

“I’m only doing this because it’s Christmas,” I say before leaning in and kissing her lips softly. It lasted a bit longer than I wanted, but only because I wasn’t sure where the line between appropriate and satisfying was. There was a kind of energy though, a temptation if you will, to really kiss her more. I blame Megan for that. I feel desperate all over again.

“Thank you. That was definitely my favorite gift this year.” She smiles and bats her eyelashes. “Thanks for indulging me, again.”

“Yeah,” I mumble and I silentely scold myself for falling asleep with her on the couch. I definitely did not intend on that one happening. I was sitting on one end, she was on another, I fell asleep, and when I woke up the next morning she was all snuggled in under my arm and using me to stay warm.

That’s the last of the awkward moments for the day thankfully. Andy and I decide that it was a good idea to start loading up the car to get the toys back. Somehow we were going to get them all back in one trip. I stop with my armful of toys and my coffee when I see Megan in the parking lot.

“Oh shit,” Andy says. “Duck and cover?”

“Too late,” I say as I notice that she looks right at us. I can’t really tell what she’s about to do, but whatever it is, I didn’t expect what did happen.

She slipped on an icey patch, falling back – hard. I move forward to go see if she’s okay when Andy stops me. he points and we watch as she gets up and dusts herself off, looking a little perplexed, before she takes another step and slips all over again. This happens for literally a full two minutes before she gives up and sits there defeated and cries. I almost feel bad, but that doesn’t really last long. Besides, what kind of a moron wears high heels in the middle winter after a substantial snowfall? Seriously! Even more glee fills me when I watch as a car drives by her and sprays her with a nice bout of fresh powdery, dirty, snow.

I look at Andy, “It’s my Christmas miracle!”

“What?” He looks confused. “I thought it would be your dad giving you time off from midget. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the kid, but damn it is nice to not have to answer to beck and call for a day.”

“That is really nice,” I say but shake my head. “But this is it right here.”

There are some things that nobody can give. Watching as someone begins to reap what they sew is one of them.

I wave at her. “Merry Christmas!”

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Thirty

Marit “Sprinkles” Thompson

 

It’s Christmas Eve and we’re all gathered around the piano at the shop. It’s tradition to lock the doors at five. We clean up the shop and Mom brings over Christmas Dinner for the whole family – psuedo family included of course. It’s not quite as busy as the night that we decorated though. Raven is with Shade’s family for the holidays, leaving Princess with us. She said something about not feeling comfortable with going to Shade’s even though she had been invited. It just didn’t feel right.

She’s playing with Petey on the couch while Mom dishes up the food. Tinsel is back at the piano singing parody carols with Brill and Naya. Kevin is reading by the fireplace. It looks like it’s for school. Daddy is organizing presents. Everything feels right again.

After dinner, the tradition goes that we all stay at Mom and Dad’s house. While the ‘kids’ all sleep and play through out the night, ‘Santa’ goes to the shop and delivers all of the goods. We all get to open one personal gift from Daddy to tie us over. It’s always fun. It turns out to be more of a slumber party despite Daddy’s efforts to dictate the sleeping arrangments. Which he starts doing now.

“Marit, you will be sleeping upstairs in the guest room.” He says and gives me a look the tells me I should probably make sure I actually make it up there and not pass out on the couch. Paranoid much? “Marion,” He looks at Princess, “You will be downstairs in Marit’s room with Nel.” He points to Lucky. “Lucia gets the pull out. Andrew, you get to share Gavin’s old room with him. Peter will of course be upstairs in the nursery.”

Tinsel looks over at Daddy. “The baby monitor doesn’t work in the basement. You do realise that right?”

“Yes, I do.” Daddy exchanges a look with Mom. “For whatever reason, your mother enjoys taking care of the baby. She’s requested that I not deny her of that privilege so often, so I’ve been put under strict orders to make sure that you do not do anything for your son for the next two nights. Unless of course you really want to. I won’t stop you.”

Tinsel looks speechless and smiles.

“Now, if you all don’t go to bed, Santa will not bring your presents! So try not to be too late with your playing.”

“Yes sir!” Princess giggles.

“Yesh ir!” Petey mimics and bounces on her lap.

Gifts are opened, we eat, and I can honestly say we have the least dramatic holiday ever. It’s finally time to leave. Tinsel takes off with Petey and Princess. They look super sweet. Both Princess and Tinsel have one of Petey’s hands as they walk him out to the car. Maybe that’s her Christmas Miracle – him actually giving her a chance.

I smile at Brill, taking his hand. “You ready to go?”

“Yes,” He says as he finishes a cup of coffee. He gives my hand a squeeze and together we walk out so we can go back to the house. My parents do not live far from the shop, so while it’s cold, we wouldn’t be outside for more than five minutes. It’s not insanely cold though, just cold enough for it to be snowing. The kind of snow with the big white fluffy flakes.

“Looks like you got a pretty awesome Christmas miracle this year,” I tease him as we walk. I cuddle into him for warmth. “Getting respect and your job back from my Dad? Pretty huge!”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t consider that a miracle. He does stuff like that all of the time. That’s a gift.” He says, and reaches in his pocket. He hands me a small box and doesn’t say anything. I have to open it because I’m curious of course. Usually we save all of our personal gifts for the morning.

I open the box, obviously expecting some kind of jewelry. I didn’t expect it to be ring. The box was too big, but there it is almost like it’s staring back at me. It’s a simple band with a sort of star design carved into the gold. In the center of the star is a teenie-tiny diamond. Like it’s probably a speck. I would have missed it if I hadn’t seen the street light bounce off of it.

It’s quiet as we walk and I stare at this rather intriguing gift.

“You open it?” He asks and briefly glances over.

“Yes, it’s open.” I say and look back at him.

“Okay, you can put it on if you want to.”

“I know.” I say, and do just that.

We walk back to the house, absolutely freezing, but I can’t help but want to stay out in the snow just a little longer. It is just absolutely beautiful as it floats down with the moon sparkling off of each flake. He looks at me again while he puts in the code to open the garage door.

“I want to get married,” He says. “What do you think?”

I plant a small kiss on his lips. “I’m already wearing your ring.”

He closes his eyes and smiles, taking a moment to savor that kiss. It’s incredibly sweet of him. “Now I have my Christmas miracle. Cheese and cliche, I know.”

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Twenty Nine

Andrew “Brilliant” Raine

“I said I wanted one and a half splendas in there.” My customer says as she slams her latte cup down onto the bar counter. I try really hard to just smile at her and explain that I did put one and a half spendas in the cup, but I’d be more than happy to make it for her again. She rolls her eyes and walks off with her apparently faulty latte.

This is the rare, high maintanence, real house wives of New Brighton, bitch. They’re the kind that always complain about something. The cookie is too hard, then the next day it’s too soft. There’s too much froth. There’s not enough. It’s even worse when you’re the new guy. Of all the things to pick on though, the splenda? Does she have any idea how hard it is to get exactly one and a half splendas in a cup? How did she even figure out that she liked that?

I look at my co-worker and roll my eyes and they shrug. I don’t think my co-workers really know what to think of me. Some of them love me and my fresh attitude. Others think I have a lot to learn when it comes to tact and proper customer service. That’s pretty standard though from every retail job I’ve ever worked. It’s one of the reasons I left retail actually, or at least left traditional retail.

I hear a familiar voice at the counter.

“Cuppocino with extra expresso.” It’s Papa Smurf, Johnathan Thompson, the father of my girlfriend, and my old boss. I shoot him a glare. He definitely did that on purpose. I can’t stand people who don’t know what the hell they’re even ordering.

“What size?” My co-worker asks.

“The big one.”

“So a venti?”

“If that’s the big one.”

“I think so?” The poor girl.

I nod at her and start making his cuppocino. Now if this was my old shop. I’d just hand the customer a cup and smile. You know, if whoever was working the register hadn’t already warned the customer that we don’t make cuppocinos there, nor do we have expresso. Can’t get away with that here of course, so I dilligently make a cappucino with extra espresso according to the Starbucks formula standards. He watches my every move.

“You’re not going to talk to me?” He asks. “I did get a survey. I’ll be sure to say horrible things about you.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, sir.” I say and try to keep my fake happy face going.

“I see that you’ve lost your soul.”

I lower my voice. “That’s generally what happens when you work in Hell.”

“Perhaps you need to relocate.” He looks at me pointedly. “I realize that I have been nothing but an asshole to you. However, we need you back. I need you back.”

“I thought I wasn’t good enough,” I say and I’m still trying to keep quiet. “Your cuppocino with extra expresso.”

He takes his cup and takes a sip. “It tastes like shit.”

“I suppose you’d know since your head is constantly up your ass.”

“That’s a little better,” He smiles at me. “I’m trying to tell you that I made a mistake and that I’m sorry. I thought that you would want to stay at the shop and give her up.”

“Why would I give up the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” I didn’t really think about it as I was saying it. It just sort of came out. The words didn’t suprise me so much as the bluntness. The fact that he’s surprised too also caused me to raise an eyebrow.

“Don’t forget that either, that she is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. If you do anything that hurts her, I will find out, and I will make your life Hell far worse than anyone ever has before.”

I swallow and nod. “I suppose you need me to start again ASAP?”

“Yes,” He says.

“Works for me.” I nod, pull off my apron, throw it into the hamper that’s in the backroom, punch out, and walk out the door. I shoot my, now ex, co-workers a peace sign, and I haven’t stepped foot inside of there since.

 

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Twenty Eight – Holiday Special Parts 4-6

Gavin “Tinsel” Thompson

It’s been three days since I last saw Megan, but she’s called me since then, at least five times, and I’m pretty sure that means something. Marit and Andy refused to babysit for me, Mom, Dad, and Naya were busy. I wouldn’t leave him with Kevin as much as I love and trust the kid. I just also know that Kevin is uncomfortable with the idea, and that left me with Marion, the Princess. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great babysitter, but something tells me that if she knew why she’d be babysitting, she’d bail on me too. Plus something in my gut told me that I should just keep Peter at home with me and we could talk here. So that’s what I did. We were just going to talk after all. Still, it all really excited me.

I’m on the phone with my pastor. I feel kind of bad because I feel like I call him all the time. I don’t, but it just feels that way. I just started attending the church back in like, September? Something like that, and I’m definitely a baby when it comes to being a Christian, that’s for sure. Naturally I have a buttload of questions. He says it’s okay. I’m just nervous. This is all huge. He knows that. He knows practically my life story. I dunno, we really hit it off.

“I know, it’s absolutely crazy, but I mean, this has to be some kind of answer to prayer right?”

“Possibly, when does she get there?”

“She said within the hour.” I look at the clock. It’s almost eight. Petey is already in bed. It makes it easier for us to talk, and well, I don’t think she’s quite ready to confront the Petey thing yet. Which is fine because I dont’ want to confuse him.

“Good, that gives us time to pray.”

And that’s what we did for about five minutes. Not necessarily that everything would end with us getting back together, but rather that I 1) didn’t do anything stupid, 2) I got whatever I needed to come out of seeing her, 3) didn’t do anything stupid, and 4) seriously didn’t do anything stupid. Much appreciated, let me tell you, because my stomach is all turning in knots and making me uncomfortable. I’m nervous as hell, and it shows because I’m pacing our condo. It’s not that big, so I go down one hall and come right back again while I talk. Eventually though I do have to hang up. We both have things to do. I’m mostly nervous about whether she’ll be true to her word or not. She has a tendency to say something and then take it back later. Then the buzzer rings, and I let her in.
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Twenty-Seven – Holiday Special Part 3

Andrew “Brilliant” Raine

It didn’t take me very long to secure new work over at Starsucks (though I should probably stop calling it that now). It’s a seasonal gig with potential to be more. If I meet all of their standards, they’re willing to train me in for management. Since I an experienced worker at one of their highly acclaimed competitors, I’m not surprised one bit by this news. It will do until I can get a more solid full time job. My dear, sweet, Sprinkles, said she she’d quit the shop for me. I told her not to do something so ridiculous. He’ll take me back eventually. I knew that he wouldn’t like me seeing his daughter, but I can’t help it. I love her. When he realizes that our relationship is real and that I’m not doing unthinkable things with her, he’ll calm down. He has to. He wouldn’t throw everything away so easily would he?

I do feel stung though. Not about his irrational firing of me, but rather the part where he said I wasn’t good enough for her. I kind of already know that. She’s so independent and so smart and beautiful. She should be seeing a guy who can offer her a lot more than what I can, that’s for sure. A guy who doesn’t barely make it by and doesn’t have such a screwed up past. A past that he’s still paying for. She doesn’t care. She tells me this all the time, but that doesn’t change the fact that I care. I care a lot.

“Wee! Go wee!” Petey makes his grabby hands in the grocery cart at me and I smile, giving his head a rub before running down the condiment aisle. He giggles, loving it. Something about that baby’s giggle is the best thing in the world. Then again, I’ve raised him with Gavin since birth.

Speaking of Gav, I have no idea where he and Marit ran off to. He had mentioned something about needing more something or another, and she went with him to get some girl thing – probably maxi pads.

When I round the corner, I find Gavin again. He’s talking to someone in front of the soda display. Then I see who he’s talking to, and my face tightens. Megan. Peter’s mom. The bitch who abandoned them both. I didn’t realize she was in town. I don’t think he did either. He looks really surprised. I mean, he hasn’t seen her since he left the hospital with Peter. Then she touches his arm.

“Hey!” Perfect time for me to enter with the cart. She goes all bug eyed and quickly leaves before saying anything to me, let alone looking at her son. “Oops, did I do that?”

“Yes,” Gavin says. I can’t tell if he’s upset or relieved. Probably a little bit of both since he’s still hung up on the bitch. “It’s fine. She said she’ll get together with me later.”

“Really?” I raise an eyebrow. “Just you though?”

“Maybe both of us.” He looks at me. “It’s my Christmas miracle. She wants
me back!”

“Don’t jump to-.”

“That’s what she said to me.”

“Woah.” That was definitely a Christmas miracle. Not that I really believed in those. Gavin does. Gavin’s all into that whole miracles and faith thing though, even more so now that he’s recently ‘found God’. I’m cool with it really. It’s not my thing, but he seems to be happier than usual. Then again, the Christmas Miracle has happened on more than one occassion. Some were just bigger than others. This year, was a big year apparently.

“What are we woahing?” Marit asks and puts an arm around me.

“Evil skank whore wants to talk to Gavin and possibly get back together.” I fill her in.

Gavin rolls his eyes. “Not possibly. She wants me again. Okay?”

“Wants you? Or wants your ahem!” Marit wiggles her eyebrows.

I look at him and shake my head. “Okay, you know how I’m always saying to go out and get laid? So help me, if you do it with her again? I’ll cut off your balls myself.”

He takes the cart from me and pushes it away. He looks over his shoulder at me one more time before turning down a new aisle and he looks pretty disgusted. “Your aunties and uncles and weird Petey.”

Marit shakes her head, “Threatening him isn’t going to get him to see that she’s satan.”

“I know,” I mumble. “I mean, I get it. She’s the only girl he’s ever loved but, we’ve gotta stop this. Whatever you do, don’t babysit for him.”

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on it.” She laughs a little and rubs my back. “Too bad Petey doesn’t spit up anymore. I would have loved to see him puke all over her.”

“Maybe that will be our Christmas Miracle.”

“No,” She says. “I’m giving you a better one than that.”

“Oh?”

“Mmmhmm, but you get no hints.” She taps my nose. “Just trust me. It’ll be awesome.”

“That’s a gift dear.” I explain. “Not a miracle.”

“I know, but I’m going to work my magic with the higher powers to get you a better miracle than baby puke.” She says.

“You go right ahead and do that.” I doubt that it’s possible, but I wasn’t going to say anything to discourage her.

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Twenty- Six – Holiday Special Part 2

Gavin “Tinsel” Thompson

One of the best things about having a kid is that you can use the kid for an easy excuse to get out of just about anything. After all of the drama that went down at the decorating, I was very ready to get out of there. Peter has a bed time of eight normally, so I pack up the diaper bag and just high tail it out of there as soon as all proper goodnights are said. Nobody sees it as me fleeing, nobody suspects it even, and I prefer it that way. I don’t want to disappoint anyone by being a coward. I just don’t do well with conflict.

When Petey and I get back home, I see that Andy and Marit are back already as well. There shoes are on the doormat, but they aren’t anywhere to be found. They were probably in Andy’s room. I’m not worried at all. Andy has no intention of ‘going there’ with Marit even if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to take that step yet. The relationship was still pretty new after all. A month or two at the most I would say. For some people, that’s more than enough time to shack up, but not for them. I think Andy is more apprehensive about it than she is though. Once you go there, you can never go back. That is one I know all too well.

Petey sees one of the cats and instantly he runs after him. He loves the cats, but they don’t much like him.

“Okay Petey, it’s bed time.”

“No!”

This has become a nightly ritual for us. I know he’s tired. He knows he’s tired, but he fights me on it anyway. I’m pretty sure it’s all just a stage though. At two, all anyone wants to do is play and explore. Sleep is the last thing you want to do, but every night once I get him into his crib, he quickly plops his head on his pillow and passes out without another word. The trick is catching him to do so. Not like that takes very long. He’s two feet tall and fast, but I’m 5′ 7″ and faster. Not to mention stronger, but he doesn’t quite get this just yet. Part of me is positive it’s just a game for him anyway. I like playing games.

Once I make sure that Petey is actually going to bed and not busy throwing everything from his crib out, or stripping, and then went to see if Andy and Marit were still awake. I could hear the tv. I knock to be polite and then enter. This is pretty normal as well. Andy looks up at me. Marit is asleep and curled into his side, yet another normal thing for them. The only thing that isn’t normal about this scene is the rather distressed look on Andy’s face. I can tell he wants to be left alone. I would be too if I just lost not only my job, but the only family that I really had left.

I’d always been a little jealous of Andy. Dad was always a lot more supportive of Andy’s life and adventures than mine. I’d been working at the shop longer, knew more about the machines, invented new drinks, and Andy is the one that gets promoted to the Assistant Manager and not me? It was all a lot of little things. I mean, I always knew it was because Andy has a lot more business sense than I do. He’s good with numbers and scheduling, and planning ahead. Not to mention marketing. He’s not afraid of hurting people. He can do all that stuff and then some. I’m admitadly only jealous because I just want to know that one thing I do with my life is approved. You know what I mean? I don’t really care how he does it, but it’d at least make me feel like I wasn’t a waste of Dad’s time and space. Sometimes I think the only reason I’m around is because I’m part of his flesh and blood.

I give Andy a weak smile before closing the door and going to my own room. My own room. I hadn’t my own room for nearly two years now, and it’s still a weird thing. Peter’s crib used to be in the bedroom with me for the longest time. I guess I was paranoid that something would happen while I was sleeping. I never trusted those baby monitor things. Now that Peter is a toddler and starting his rowdy phase, a quiet and private space is something that I would give anything for. Marit moving in was enough motivation to get the office switched over to a new bedroom.

I lay down in my bed, my beautiful and glorius bed, get comfortable in my boxers, slide under the covers, and grab my bed time buddy – Yoda. Not the Yoda from Star Wars, but really he’s a large plush monkey with enormous eyes and big ears. He reminds me of Yoda, thus the name. I turn on the TV, mute it, and find some sitcoms to watch. For a long time, I’d watch TV with Petey in the room and read the subtitles. Now it’s just weird to have the sound on. A lot of things are weird now though.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Peter, and I’m glad that I decided to keep him in my life. At the same time, a lot of my life got completely turned upside when he entered it. Yeah, I guess that is what happens when you have kids, but the ways that it’s so different are ways that I never would have even begun to imagine. A lot of it has to do with the fact that this was not how this was supposed to happen to me. Granted, part of me always knew I’d have children out of wedlock, but I wanted it to happen with the woman that I planned to marry all the same. We were supposed to get married. We had talked about it even before Peter came along. She wasn’t supposed to leave me.

Two years and I still didn’t have closure. Andy always tells me that I need to get over it, move on, find a rebound, and then start over again. For whatever reason, he thinks that being a single dad is endearing and cute and I should have no problems landing a new girlfriend. I get a lot of propositions at the shop, at the store, kind of wherever I go. It amazes me how forward women are. Deep down though in my heart, I don’t want to just hook up with some random chick to get it out of my system. It’s not just about me anymore, and that part is the hardest I think. Marion, the princess, is more than willing to volunteer for the girlfriend position, but as great as she is with Petey when she’s in one of her good moods, the bad ones worry me. Besides, she gets around. That isn’t attractive to me and it doesn’t make me feel all that secure. I really want to feel secure.

No, I am in this for the long haul on my own. Unless of course by some miracle from God….

I probably shouldn’t think about that. I need to stay comfortable with the idea of me and Peter being just us. Yes, Andy helps out and he’s kind of like Daddy number two in our obscure family, but Andy isn’t going to be around forever either. One of these days he’ll move out and live his own life and start his own family. Everyone will. As much as I hate to admit it, Dad is right. I can’t keep hoping that someone else is going to help out and stick around. I did choose this. I chose to keep Peter even though she wanted to leave him behind. That was my miracle from God. That she let me keep him despite the fact that she could have easily overridden my desires. And I’m thankful for it. I couldn’t even begin to think of what my life would be like without Peter. I’ve tried a few times, and everything I come up with doesn’t really seem right or realistic. This is how it’s supposed to be.

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Twenty-Five – Holiday Special Part One

Marit “Sprinkles” Thompson

While the rest of the retail world plans set up for the holidays the day after Halloween, Daddy keeps things much more realistic. He always says that he hates going into a store before Thanksgiving and listening to Christmas carols and seeing all of the holiday cheer, so why would he put his customers through similar torment? I for one didn’t mind it. Besides, if anyone did need that holiday cheer, all they had to do was sit in the shop long enough for Tinsel to sing while he worked. He’ll sing “Jingle Bells” all year round, and generally when asked he’s more than willing to give a performance. He’s an attention whore like that sometimes.

The Daily Sludge holiday set up happens on the Sunday that is two weeks before Christmas. It also counts as our family holiday decorating. We stopped celebrating Christmas at the house when we started having more people than our living room could fit. Christmas at our house is more than just the immediate family. It’s also the pseudo family, which is basically all of the employees of Daily’s – both stores. Raven and Princess are originally from out of the state. Raven left home because of his homophobic father. Princess went with him for moral support and to get away from her apparently very psychotic ex-husband. Brilliant’s parents are both dead. His siblings don’t want anything to do with him. His life is complicated.

The rest of our store is comprised of high schoolers who close, and a couple of middle aged women. They all work part time though, and they have their own places to be. The other store? That’s an entirely different cast of characters in and of itself. For example: Princess’s rival Queeny. They’re always amusing to watch together. Then there’s Shade, who’s Raven’s boyfriend. Lucky is a cute bubble of sunshine asian girl who supposedly has a medical degree to be a surgeon.

That’s just to name a few. They’re not really important though to this story, so I’m not going to dive all that much into them today. The point is, Daddy has a tendency to hire people who have rather troubled or non-existant home lives. Sometimes I wonder if he does it to fill a hole in his life because he feels like a shit father to his own kids. He certainly treats most of his employees better than he does his own kids. No, I’m not jealous, not in the least. Hopefully my sarcasm is coming through.

Not that it matters I guess. I accepted a few years ago that my relationship with Daddy would never be as special as the realtionships he has with others. I’ve learned to redirect my disappointment and find other things to fill my emptiness.

I watch as the men (sans Tinsel who has been put on ‘piano’ duty for the entire night by orders of Mom) put up the tree in the back of the store by the couches and fireplace. Between Daddy, Brilliant, Kevin, and Raven, they’re able to get it up and straight with ease. Mom stands nearby with the box of treasured family ornaments. Everyone there has at least one special ornament just for them in the box. It’s tradition to put up your own ornament on the tree. I never really got into the whole ormnament thing. Mostly because Mom likes to take a bunch of pictures while we hang them up and I hate pictures.

As soon as the tree is up, Tinsel briefly stops playing the piano to get up and place his ornaments up. He has three that are specifically for him. One is the “Baby’s First Christmas” ornament with his picture in it, the other a gold piano, and the last is Petey’s “Baby’s First Christmas” ornament. There are several in the box that he’s made over the years and given to my mother, as well as ones that have been gifted to him, but those are his special ornaments. I also have a baby picture ornament, and then one in the shape of paint brushes. Everyone has an ornament actually that has a picture of them in some way shape or form. Soon, the music is resumed as Tinsel dives into playing “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas”. He has a book filled with over 100 holiday songs. It never gets old.

Once I hang up my ornament on the tree, I go open the box for the snow village. You know, those cliche light up ceramic houses? My mom collects those. She has so many of them, and she gets a new edition every year and we hold a special lighting ceremony for it for the customers. They love that kind of dorky stuff. The snow village lines the shelves and trimming of the store. In fact, the whole store is decorated in some kind of a theme. This year it is “Winter Wonderland”. Another cliche, I know, but it wasn’t my year to pick the theme. This was Kevin’s. We all kept our groaning to ourselves. Besides, most of us couldn’t think of anything better. Brilliant always had the best ones, because he is, well, brilliant.

Speaking of Brilliant, he wanders around the store with nails, a hammer, and various decorations.

“Don’t hang the mistletoe up over the drink pick-up counter again Brill,” Tinsel shouts over the music. “I don’t want my mouth raped repeatedly like last year! Worst idea ever!”

“Anything to get you laid my friend!” Brilliant shouts back, and decides to hammer the mistletoe over the door to the backroom.

Tinsel plays louder, and sings to the tune. “I am ignoring you!”

Brill only laughs. Petey starts whining from the playpen that he’s confined in. Like most two-year-olds he doesn’t do well with being confined.

“Daddy please!” He begs Tinsel and makes grabby hands at every person who walks by. It sounds more like ‘Daddy peas’. It’s so cute that I almost go to rescue the kid, but once he gets out there’s no going back. Besides, if I had taken him, then Princess wouldn’t have grabbed him and then her plans for trying to get into my big brother’s pants would have been completely thwarted. Surprisingly, we were actually starting to get along so I didn’t mind the idea too much. He on the other hand seemed to think they’d make a horrible match.

Princess takes Petey and starts to follow him around the room. Which is fine because she can’t do anything else besides hang up a few candy canes. She just sort of gets in the way a lot.

I smile as I watch the room and start placing the snow village appropriately along with some fake snow in the spots where it seemed fitting and practical. We all sing along with the piano as Tinsel plays each song near perfectly. He’s such a talented musician. For that moment in time we all get along, we all love each other, and we are all surrounded with this sense of magic.

While I work, I look over at Brill and smile. He’s busy going in and out of the back room to stock up the counters with all of the holiday treats we sell. We’ve kind of been dating. Okay, not kind of, we are dating, and the only people who know about it are Tinsel and Princess. Tinsel knows because he’s roommates with Brill and he’s caught us cuddling on the couch on more than one occassion – sometimes all night because I lived there too. This happened before we started dating for the record, and it was Tinsel’s idea. Princess on the other hand just kind of figured it out with her powers of perception.

He smiles back at me. It’s definitely a special moment. Thirsty, I head to the back room to grab a bottle of soda from the refrigerator. Brill and I briefly pass under the mistletoe on my way back. It’s tempting to reach up and kiss him right then and there, but I didn’t feel very comfortable with that idea just yet. I like having things to ourselves, and I’m not all that big into PDA either – especially with how uptight my parents were about it thanks to Tinsel’s mistakes.

Instead, I take my good sweet time trying to choose a beverage, and wait to see if he comes back to see me. It takes a minute, but he does, though I’m not sure if it’s to in fact see me. Still, he takes the time to run a hand along my lower back as he passes by me. I look up and into his pretty brown eyes. With a nervous glance, he leans in and kisses my cheek. I grab his hands to let him know that it’s okay. Because it is, or at least it should be.

“I think tonight is the night,” I tell him while giving his hands a squeeze.

“Are you sure?” He asks quietly. He shifts a bit, obviously nervous, but I don’t blame him one bit because I’m just as nervous. This is a pretty big step for both of us.

I kiss him gently. “Yes, I’m sure. They’re going to find out soon anyway right?”

“They are.”

“So we might as well say it to everyone all at once!”

“I guess.”

I give him another kiss and this one is on his lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” but I know that he’s hiding something from me. For whatever reason, he’s trying to protect me and I think it’s pretty stupid. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing.

Still holding his hand, I grab my soda and walk with him out of the back room and wonder just how many people will notice.

“Five golden rings!” Tinsel belts out.

Petey claps and jumps around on a table. “Five, five, five!”

“What is it with you Thompson boys and table dancing?” Princess teases and Tinsel blushes. She grabs Petey and dances around the lobby with him.

“I don’t dance on tables,” My twin brother Kevin says softly while he hangs some fake icicles from the lights.

“I think it’d be good for you,” Tinsel says quickly before continuing into the next verse of the song.

“You shouldn’t try to corrupt your brother Gavin,” Daddy says and then looks at me. His face becomes even more hard than usual. “You’ve certainly done a good enough job with your sisters.”

Tinsel rolls his eyes and my older sister Naya starts to protest and insist that she is not corrupt. I’m pretty sure Daddy was only joking, at least at first. It’s hard to tell with him, and now that he’s looking at me like I had just stabbed him in the back, I’m positive that what little remains of his sense of humor is gone for the rest of the night.

“Always my fault,” Tinsel mumbles and sighs. Mom goes over and sits next to him on the piano bench, slowly rubbing his back.

“Yes?” I shoot at Daddy and raise an eyebrow.

“What is this?” He asks and gestures at Brill and I.

I don’t know what I was expecting from Daddy exactly. Brilliant is five years older than me, the assistant manager of the shop, and Tinsel’s best friend. I’m pretty positive that Daddy loves Brill as if he were one of his own sons – if not more.

“Coca-Cola?” I say playing dumb.

Daddy shook his head at me. He knew I was playing dumb as well. “I knew that something was going on not long after you moved in there. I can’t believe that you would date him, among other things.”

Brill opens his mouth to say something, but I start doing all of the talking.

“Okay, so he’s good enough to run your precious shop for you, which I’m pretty sure you care about more than you care about me for the record, but he’s not good enough to date your daughter?” I’m pretty raging at this point. I’ve never had a good temper though – something that Daddy and I have in common. “Or maybe I’m not good enough for him! Is that what you really mean to say?”

“No, he’s not good enough for you.” Daddy clarifies, and I hate him even more for that simply because of the look of complete heartbreak Brill has after hearing that.

“You’re so full of shit!”

“I knew you’d date wrecklessly one of these days, but I didn’t imagine it would be with him.”

“Date wrecklessly?” I ask. I let go of Brill’s hand and fold my arms in front of my chest. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You know what it means,” Daddy says, but I don’t think he even knows what he’s talking about at this point.

I nod at him, “You think that we’re doing it. That he stole my innocense.” Brilliant looks at me in an effort to silently tell me to shut up before I make things worse, but he doesn’t that it’s already worse. “You’re totally right. We’re just banging all night long. Poor Tin-Tin is always complaining about the noise.”

The piano jolts to a stop in a mess of notes. “Why are you dragging me into this!” Tinsel says. He looks at Daddy, “I swear she’s totally making this up.”

I was. Last I checked I’m still a virgin, and I don’t have any plans to rush out of that. My sarcasm is mostly to make a point to Daddy. That he’s overreacting and that he’s being an asshole.

Daddy doesn’t really know what to say. He looks between me and Brill, and then he looks at Mom and Tinsel at the piano, and then at Kevin (who shrugs oblivious and passive as ever), and then back at me. He glares. “You’re fired.”

“Yeah, fine whatever, I’m not going to lose a lot of sleep over it.” I mumble. It’s not entirely true though because I love my job. I love the shop. I always have.

“Not you,” He snaps back at him. “Him.” He points to Brill. A quiet gasp circulates through the room.

Brill’s jaw tightens and he leaves to the back room to get his things, all of his things, so he can go home. I can feel Princess fuming from the table with Petey. Raven looks like he can’t decide whether to be shocked or giggle. he has a tendency to like drama. Tinsel has his hands clenched at his sides. Everyone else in the room is just awkardly quiet.

“I can’t believe you.” I say to Daddy with angry tears now blurring my vision. “Everything I love, you hate!” I turn when I hear the door close and realize that Brill has just slipped out of the shop without my realizing it, and I immediately run after him.

It’s cold out, but I don’t care. All I can think of is not letting him leave me. I practically tackled him as I run to embrace him with my arms. He stops, stumbling a little, but he stops at least. He’s shaking.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think-.”

He shakes his head. “Did you really mean it Marit?”

I release him and he turns to face me. There are tears in his eyes, and at first I don’t really understand what it is he’s asking me. Then it hits me. “Yes, I mean it. I love you Andy.”

He puts an arm around me and smiles. “Good, because I love you too.” And we stand there in the cold and hold each other.

 

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Twenty-Four

Marit “Sprinkles” Thompson

I walk into the shop and see Princess there, stop dead in my tracks, and groan loudly. What is she doing here anyway? She’s not supposed to work closing shifts. Raven isn’t doing music, so why is she here? I thought I was working with my brother? Maybe he’s running late.

“Yeah, I’m not happy about it either worthless,” she says and walks off to the back room. I go back and see she’s starting to stock things up and get a head start on the closing check list. We were going to have a long night ahead of us at this rate.

I ignore her commentary and put my things away then start getting ready. Just let it roll right off my back. There’s no point in causing drama.

“We switched,” she says, answering why she was there to begin with.

“Okay,” I say, not sure if I want to engage her in a conversation or not.

“Tonight is a bad night for me, so he suggested I work instead of go out. You’re supposed to take me back home with you too.”

I raise an eyebrow, but say nothing beyond “Okay” again.

“Is that it?”

I nod.

“Ugh, I wish I was drunk,” she groans and stomps out of the room to the floor again.

I sigh heavily, knowing I should probably do what I can to not make her life miserable because in the end it makes things worse for everyone there. Tonight would be a good night for me to try and attempt to make amends with her. “Sorry, I just don’t know what to say I guess. I can give you a lift back, that’s not a problem.”

“Good, Raven took my car because he doesn’t think I’d go otherwise. Loser. It’s my anniversary, but I’m not going to go and do anything completely insane. For some reason he doesn’t trust me. Ass.”

Anniversary? Then I remember, Princess is supposed to be married. She’s currently in the middle of a rather nasty divorce I guess, or maybe they’re just separated. I’m not sure what’s going on with it. All I know is the guy is bad news, and she left. I sigh and give her a small smile. “It’s what brothers do. They’re protective over their siblings. Especially sisters.”

“It’s about the only masculine quality he has, I swear. Surprising you say that though since you’re living in sin with your boyfriend.”

“We aren’t….” I’m not sure if I want to get into it with her though. Brill and I are dating, yeah, but we’re not sleeping with each other. At least not in anything beyond the most pure form of the word. We sleep, cuddle, but nothing more than that.

“I know you aren’t. I can tell. Your body language wreaks of pure and virginal, and I notice it drives him wild,” she says softly. For being such a b with an itch, she sure knows how to read people well. “Point is, I’m surprised Gav still lets you stay there. He must really trust Andy. Or maybe he trusts you more.”

I shrug, and lean back against the counter. Having girl talk is weird. I’ve never done it much before.

 

 

 

 

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Twenty-Three

Marion “Princess” Stevens

 

Tonight is the night of my last hurrah. If I’m ever going to get Gavin to take me seriously, I know I’m in for an overhaul in lifestyle choices. My brother thinks this is a good direction for me anyway. After all, anyone knows Gav is too much of a gentleman to ever do the things Brandon did to me. It’s not like I had anything to be afraid of, you know, beyond getting my heart broken again.

 

One more night to immerse myself in nothing but carnal pleasures, and get completely lost. Then I will move on with my life. I have needs, and I know they might not be met right away when it comes to Gav. He has too much baggage, and this could be a good change of pace for me anyway. Honestly, sleeping around and partying was getting a little old.

 

I’m half tempted to just drink and get a cab home instead of looking for a hottie to hook up with. But the apartment is lonely without my brother there. I don’t want to be there by myself. It’s scary and dark.

 

I order and appletini and get comfortable. We’ll see how I feel after three of them. Maybe I could surprise visit Gav. He might like that, but then I remember he’s closing tonight at the shop. Don’t know if I want to go there drunk because I’m pretty sure he’s working with my brother and that would be awkward. I’d never hear the end of it. Still, my mind floats back to that night not too long ago where he let me sit in his arms through the whole movie. It’s a nice memory. Completely innocent, but far more intimate than anything else I’ve done in a while.

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