Jealous
“Go, Max!” Norman yells as he, Peter, Flash, and Gwen are playing football in the snow.
Peter catches the ball Norman threw.
He starts running like crazy as Flash and Gwen start chasing him.
“GO, SON! GO!” Norman yells.
A few moments later, Peter throws the ball back at Norman, and Norman starts to run.
“Let’s get him!” Gwen yells.
She and Flash chase Norman and wrap their arms around Norman.
“Got ya!” Flash says, still failing to get the ball.
“Run, Max.” Norman says, throwing the ball at Peter. “Save yourself.”
Harry walks and stops in front of the window, grasping his cup watching the football game that is taking place outside.
“AND WE WIN!” Peter yells, making Norman cheer like crazy. “Great job, son!”
“Good, game.” Peter tells everyone.
Harry sighs.
♂
“You know, this is truly an incredible place.” Peter says to my parents. “There’s an impeccable craftsmanship that makes this cabin stand out. It’s so beautiful. I would say that it has an Adirondack style mixed in with a dash of contemporary feeling.” He says looking around.
“And I want to go out to a shop and run around for some dirty movies.” Delores says.
I love my grandma.
“Mom, you really don’t need to tell us that.” My mom says.
“And you don’t have to sit in an inch of water to cover your perky bosoms when you take a bath.” She responds.
Nearly everyone laughs.
“Max, would you care for another piece of pie?” My mom asks Peter.
“Yes, please.” He says after he takes a sip of his hot chocolate.
“Harry, would you get Max another piece of pie, please?”
“What the hell for?” I ask. “He knows where the kitchen is.”
“My grandson.” Delores cheers happily.
“Are you trying to ruin Christmas, Harry?” My mom asks in a voice that somewhat irritates me.
“One piece of pie, coming up.” I say, completely annoyed as I simply get up and walk away.
“Thanks.” Peter says in an overly chipper voice.
“No problem, sweetheart.”
“Hurry back, dumpling.”
“My feet have wings, barf bag.” I yell from the kitchen.
“Max, every Christmas Eve, we read A Christmas Carol. Would you care to do the honors, sweetheart?” My mom asks as I get back from the kitchen.
My mouth drops.
I’m thinking ‘Bitch, what-?’
Everyone starts clapping and cheering.
I’m still in shock.
“Really? I love that story!” Peter exclaims.
“Great!” My mom says handing him the book that she pulls from underneath her chair, handing the book to him.
I walk up to him and drop his plate in front of him on the coffee table violently.
“That’s it! I’ve had enough!” I say as I walk stomp out of the living room in anger.
“Ooh.” I hear Gwen say as I feel everyone’s eyes on me.
“I’ll go check on him.” Peter says.
♂
I’m sitting on the bed, just mad at…Peter.I
Angry.
Jealous is the better word.
He walks in, asking me-
“What’s the matter with you?” He asks as he closes the door.
“What’s the matter with me?” I ask him. “They’re fawning all over you like the last warm biscuit on a Sunday morning.” I tell him with an annoyed voice, not even looking at him.
Damn, I never knew I can be this petty all because of a person I kidnapped!
“That’s what you wanted.” Peter reminds me as he chuckles. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yeah, but….” I sigh.
“But what?”
“I get the feeling that my family likes you more than they like me.” I confess, finally looking at him.
Damn!
His eyes are so damn beautiful.
Like Mariah Carey’s song #Beautiful.
That song is still so timeless.
“Well I didn’t even want to read the stupid story.” He snorts, failing to keep his eyes on me.
I’ve never seen him do that before.
“Say that again, please.”
“I didn’t even want to read the stupid story.” He repeats, looking at any and everything but me.
He’s lying.
Score one for me!
“Then don’t read the story.” I sass back. “I don’t care if you read the story.”
“Well then fine. I’m gonna read the story.” He sasses back at me.
Hell no!
He just passed me!
I can’t believe that he sassed me back.
No one ever sasses me back.
Now that is just rude.
“Fine.” I sass back, standing up from the bed.
“Fine.” He sasses back.
“Fine.” I sass back, rolling my neck.
We walk out of the room.
♂
“Babe, this is a really good pie.” My dad asks as we make our way to our seats.
“And there’s more where that came from.” My mom responds flirtatiously.
“Excuse me, is there a bus station somewhere where I can pay a driver to run me over?” Delores asks.
Flash laughs.
“Is everything okay?” My mom asks us.
“Everything is great, Mommy.” I tell my mom as I sit down next to Peter.
“Thanks.” Peter says as my dad gives him the book.
How in the hell did my daddy have the book. Didn’t my mommy have the book?
“Ok, here we go.” Peter says opening the book. “A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. MARLEY was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the cler, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge’s name was good upon ‟Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.”
Peter read the story for quite sometime as everyone was enchanted by him. My grandma was calm and clutching her cup of eggnog. Gwen was swaying from left to right. Flash was truly captivated by Peter and my parents? They were wrapped up in each other as I simply crave the same feeling.
“He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!” Peter read as he finished the book.
Everyone clapped and cheered as he closed the book.
“Well done, son.” Norman cheers.
“Thank you.” Peter says humbly.
I guess I can admit that it was good.