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Holiday In America

Summary:

Patty invites her music boyfriend over for Christmas

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They're lying on the colorful bedspread together, Christmas night. Patty's turn to be the big spoon. She likes being big spoon better to be honest. Got to feel up his tits and rub against his nice butt and smell his hair.

She invited Simon over to her parent's for the holidays. He got her a watermelon tree ornament he seemed shy and embarrassed about. Made it himself out of paper mâché. Said it looked like shit all lumpy, but she loved it. Told him it looked like it was slammed open in his driveway and Mom tried to scold her for being rude, but Simon got it, and smiled. She got him a notebook he could write his song lyrics in instead of scrounging around trying to find scraps of paper. She's put stickers all over the cover of the book, some injokes like cats and watermelons and tits but also just rainbows and unicorns because she had them in her sticker pack. He also got an ugly sweater Mom made for all of them. He mumbled a very gruff thank you when he received it.
 
He's been acting a bit funny. Quiet...subdued. She doesn't know why. It worries her. Simon is never quiet.

"Why are you being quiet for? Is it cause your sad?" she demanded. Simon shuffled around on the mattress to face her. 

"Not sad," he said. He hesitated as though nervous.

"Just never had a Christmas like this," he finally admitted. "No one fucking...using me as their verbal punching bag. No bullshit, crying, manipulating assholery. I didn't run off twenty minutes in."

He smiled at her.

"You're family's pretty tits."

She hadn't ever thought that before. Mom and Dad in her mind were the most boring people alive. Treated her like a baby. And Kev was just an obnoxious ball of teenage angst.

"I mean yeah...they need to cut the damn umbilical cord, let you fucking live your life, but I dunno. They're decent."

Seeing Simon's family bought things into perspective more. Her parents were coddling and her brother a nuisance, sure. But they didn't constantly assume the worst of her, paint her to always be the bad guy, pick and prod at her sore points until she exploded. No one in her family had ever accused her of ruining everything. Not like Simon's so-called family.

"You're my family now," she said assuredly. He pressed more firmly into her arms, burying himself there. Safe and sound from everyone who'd ever hurt him.