"Doesn't Olette realise that we're broke?" Seifer scowled furiously at the air beside his partner. He wasn't angry with him so it wasn't fair to take it out on him. Yet. He would definitely be losing his rag later. Hayner sighed and glared right back before slumping down on the arm of their old, battered leather sofa.
"She just loves Christmas. Ignore it, she'll only get upset." Ever quick to both defend and brush off his friends in equal measure, was Hayner. Seifer flopped onto the torn, foam-spewing seat of the same sofa and sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment.
"Shit, we can't even afford presents, let alone a fucking tree." Hayne
On a Cold Winter's Night by beautifuldreamer1289, literature
Literature
On a Cold Winter's Night
Christmas Eve.
The floor of the old wooden house seemed to shake with the sheer amount of people crammed into its tight hallways, bodies filling every space. Paint peeled off the corners of the house, age doing a number on its exterior, but inside was bright and warm, a welcoming reprieve from the cold gusts of snow berating the guests who struggled in late.
A tall boy with shocking blond hair hidden beneath a thick black beanie numbered among the stragglers. He stood on the sidewalk, leaning against a nondescript black car, tucking his face into the navy scarf that wrapped around his neck. His gray pea coat cut out most of the cold, and wi