The Essex Affect
The Boy Like Glen Coco
*Following Day*
It was the 23rd of December, just two days before my favorite holiday of all time! My house was all festive and jolly, and I was acting more and more like a child as the hours dwindled until Christmas arrived. That morning, I woke up with the biggest smile on my face. I got into my sweat pants, since my skinnies were a lost cause this far in the pregnancy, and my Christmas Blink-182 sweater. I also put reindeer antlers on my head because I knew Jack would probably shit himself from “how cute I looked”. Once I had my outfit ready, I realized I had over half an hour to finish getting ready. This called for a nice breakfast.
I jogged downstairs to smell French Toast and bacon. My mum was hovering over the steaming stove flipping French Toast while crisping up the bacon in a sauce pan. I scurried over a stole of bacon off the plate of the already prepared meat. Mum gasped, shoving my shoulder playfully. “Bloody thief.” she giggled. I kissed her cheek lovingly before going over to the fridge to pour myself some almond milk. “Someone seems to be in a great mood this morning. What’s got you so happy?”
“Mum, it’s almost Christmas! Aren’t you excited?” I gushed. Mum raised her brows; she hadn’t seen me this happy in a long time.
“I am very excited, darling. I am assuming this is because we allowed you to stay at Jack’s for the whole winter break?” I blushed at the mentioning of my winter break plans. I had to beg on my hands and knees to have mum and dad let me stay over Jack’s for the break. They said that as long as he keeps me out of trouble, including Phoenix, I could stay there. Plus, I had to be home on Christmas to see my grandmother and grandfather for Christmas dinner. Jack was more than welcome to come.
“Maybe, and I’m just happy that Christmas is here! It just means everyone will be happy and give to others -- it’s perfect.”
“God, I know you’re gay, but you’ve never sounded more gay until just know.” joked a sleepy Tom who trudged into the kitchen for coffee. I glare at him, sticking out my tongue.
“Well, gay or not, breakfast is done, you two.” Mum announced as she set up the table with our breakfast. Tom and I shoved each other around gently on our way to the table while my dad stepped in from the living room with his morning paper still in hand.
*8th Period*
Everyone was acting so weird around me. It didn’t seem like they were mad at me, but I knew they were totally up to something. For some reason, Alan repeatedly asked me my opinion on Candy Canes. I would just shrug and say that I enjoyed them a lot. With Phoenix, I enjoyed them a hell of a lot more since Phoenix had me always craving them. Then, Alan would laugh, nudge Austin, and Austin, Taylor, and Jack would roll their eyes at the ginger. Me, I would sit there so fucking confused. I just shrugged it off, though.
All day, Mr. Quinn was going around in a Santa suit giving out Candy Canes to people who were bought for. I wasn’t really expecting any Candy Canes from Jack; he wasn’t that cheesy. That was until 8th period where Mr. Quinn made his final stop into my Physics Lab. Mrs. Simms was in the midst of rambling about the lessons we would learn upon coming back from break when he came in with a large box of Candy Canes. They had the initials A.G. on it, but I just assumed it was for another kid with the initials A.G.. “Ho, ho, ho!” boomed Mr. Quinn. “We have a lucky, lucky student in here who has friends who truly love him this holiday season. In this box holds over 300 candy canes in here!” Everyone gasped with eyes popping from their skulls. What the hell was someone supposed to do with 300 Candy Canes? I felt bad for the person who had to drag --
“Is there an Alexander Gaskarth in here?” My head shot up from my notebook. Everyone was looking dead at me, Mr. Quinn’s stare included a wide, cheeky smile. I raised my hand awkwardly; please, tell me this was a fucking sick joke. “Merry Christmas, Alexander! 300 Candy Canes from all your friends!” Mr. Quinn waltzed over and set the box down in front of me. The box hit me with the strong aroma of peppermint and cardboard. Mr. Quinn patted my back before handing out the two or three individual Candy Canes to the people who didn’t have outrageous people as friends. I could hear chuckles from a few people around the room, and my cheeks grew hot from all the attention I was getting.
Class ended, and kids were swarming the halls to escape school for their 10 day break. As for myself, I was trying to maneuver around people with not only a box of 300 hundred Candy Canes, but a three pound child that was growing in my gut. When I finally got to my locker, I saw Austin, Alan, Jack, and Taylor standing around just waiting for me. Taylor caught glimpse of me and instantly began to squeal, “Here he comes!” Jack turned to me with a grin that just read ‘cheeky bastard’. I stomped over to him and pushed his tummy with the end of the box.
“Three hundred Candy Canes? Are you serious?” I questioned. Jack took hold of the box, set it down, and pulled me into his torso.
“Why, only for you, Alex.” Jack chuckled before kissing my nose. “Taylor, Austin, and Alan obviously pitched in, but it was all my idea.”
“I didn’t even get you guys any Candy Canes!” I said in disappointment. Alan waved me off, patting my shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it, bro. We don’t need any Candy Canes; we’ll have way better shit during break.” I turned to Jack who was still smiling.
“I hate you, Barakat.” I leaned in and pressed our lips together. Jack kissed me back with just as much passion. Pulling away, Jack poked my nose.
“I love you, too, Peppermint Patty.”
It was the 23rd of December, just two days before my favorite holiday of all time! My house was all festive and jolly, and I was acting more and more like a child as the hours dwindled until Christmas arrived. That morning, I woke up with the biggest smile on my face. I got into my sweat pants, since my skinnies were a lost cause this far in the pregnancy, and my Christmas Blink-182 sweater. I also put reindeer antlers on my head because I knew Jack would probably shit himself from “how cute I looked”. Once I had my outfit ready, I realized I had over half an hour to finish getting ready. This called for a nice breakfast.
I jogged downstairs to smell French Toast and bacon. My mum was hovering over the steaming stove flipping French Toast while crisping up the bacon in a sauce pan. I scurried over a stole of bacon off the plate of the already prepared meat. Mum gasped, shoving my shoulder playfully. “Bloody thief.” she giggled. I kissed her cheek lovingly before going over to the fridge to pour myself some almond milk. “Someone seems to be in a great mood this morning. What’s got you so happy?”
“Mum, it’s almost Christmas! Aren’t you excited?” I gushed. Mum raised her brows; she hadn’t seen me this happy in a long time.
“I am very excited, darling. I am assuming this is because we allowed you to stay at Jack’s for the whole winter break?” I blushed at the mentioning of my winter break plans. I had to beg on my hands and knees to have mum and dad let me stay over Jack’s for the break. They said that as long as he keeps me out of trouble, including Phoenix, I could stay there. Plus, I had to be home on Christmas to see my grandmother and grandfather for Christmas dinner. Jack was more than welcome to come.
“Maybe, and I’m just happy that Christmas is here! It just means everyone will be happy and give to others -- it’s perfect.”
“God, I know you’re gay, but you’ve never sounded more gay until just know.” joked a sleepy Tom who trudged into the kitchen for coffee. I glare at him, sticking out my tongue.
“Well, gay or not, breakfast is done, you two.” Mum announced as she set up the table with our breakfast. Tom and I shoved each other around gently on our way to the table while my dad stepped in from the living room with his morning paper still in hand.
*8th Period*
Everyone was acting so weird around me. It didn’t seem like they were mad at me, but I knew they were totally up to something. For some reason, Alan repeatedly asked me my opinion on Candy Canes. I would just shrug and say that I enjoyed them a lot. With Phoenix, I enjoyed them a hell of a lot more since Phoenix had me always craving them. Then, Alan would laugh, nudge Austin, and Austin, Taylor, and Jack would roll their eyes at the ginger. Me, I would sit there so fucking confused. I just shrugged it off, though.
All day, Mr. Quinn was going around in a Santa suit giving out Candy Canes to people who were bought for. I wasn’t really expecting any Candy Canes from Jack; he wasn’t that cheesy. That was until 8th period where Mr. Quinn made his final stop into my Physics Lab. Mrs. Simms was in the midst of rambling about the lessons we would learn upon coming back from break when he came in with a large box of Candy Canes. They had the initials A.G. on it, but I just assumed it was for another kid with the initials A.G.. “Ho, ho, ho!” boomed Mr. Quinn. “We have a lucky, lucky student in here who has friends who truly love him this holiday season. In this box holds over 300 candy canes in here!” Everyone gasped with eyes popping from their skulls. What the hell was someone supposed to do with 300 Candy Canes? I felt bad for the person who had to drag --
“Is there an Alexander Gaskarth in here?” My head shot up from my notebook. Everyone was looking dead at me, Mr. Quinn’s stare included a wide, cheeky smile. I raised my hand awkwardly; please, tell me this was a fucking sick joke. “Merry Christmas, Alexander! 300 Candy Canes from all your friends!” Mr. Quinn waltzed over and set the box down in front of me. The box hit me with the strong aroma of peppermint and cardboard. Mr. Quinn patted my back before handing out the two or three individual Candy Canes to the people who didn’t have outrageous people as friends. I could hear chuckles from a few people around the room, and my cheeks grew hot from all the attention I was getting.
Class ended, and kids were swarming the halls to escape school for their 10 day break. As for myself, I was trying to maneuver around people with not only a box of 300 hundred Candy Canes, but a three pound child that was growing in my gut. When I finally got to my locker, I saw Austin, Alan, Jack, and Taylor standing around just waiting for me. Taylor caught glimpse of me and instantly began to squeal, “Here he comes!” Jack turned to me with a grin that just read ‘cheeky bastard’. I stomped over to him and pushed his tummy with the end of the box.
“Three hundred Candy Canes? Are you serious?” I questioned. Jack took hold of the box, set it down, and pulled me into his torso.
“Why, only for you, Alex.” Jack chuckled before kissing my nose. “Taylor, Austin, and Alan obviously pitched in, but it was all my idea.”
“I didn’t even get you guys any Candy Canes!” I said in disappointment. Alan waved me off, patting my shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it, bro. We don’t need any Candy Canes; we’ll have way better shit during break.” I turned to Jack who was still smiling.
“I hate you, Barakat.” I leaned in and pressed our lips together. Jack kissed me back with just as much passion. Pulling away, Jack poked my nose.
“I love you, too, Peppermint Patty.”
Notes
hey, boos! sorry this is a sucky reply. i had to make me some dinner, and while i was writing, i was kinda getting a bit too into the RENT soundtrack?
how we gonna pay LAST YEAR'S RENT
i mean wut
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5/19/16