Buse's drabbles!
Dec 24, 2013 0:56:33 GMT -6
Post by Buse on Dec 24, 2013 0:56:33 GMT -6
"No, no, it's cool. It's alright, Pops, I understand. Really. It's your job and all, yeah. Don't worry about it. Merry Christmas to you too."
He hung up. Apparently, his Pops wasn't going to be able to spend the christmas' eve at home. They needed him to work on a case overnight, or extra cops, or something like that. Dar didn't bother paying attention to the smaller details. Honestly, he wasn't bothered at all by that. It's not like Christmas night was more special than any other night, after all.
He took the turkey out of the oven and put a bit of rice in his plate right from the pot before sitting down. Well, guess he'd have to eat alone. More food for him! He'd save a bit for pops, of course. Dar himself had cooked that meal, and hey, it was pretty good! Shame Pops wasn't there to taste it, though. Well, it wasn't his fault, but he'd have to make do with whatever was left. Still, that was a pretty tasty meal, though lonely and silent. Of course, that didn't bother Dar at all. It's not like he had cooked that for the old man, after all.
He sat down in the living room's couch, deciding to watch some TV to kill time. There was a commercial about spending the christmas with the family and some certain food the kid didn't really care for. He changed the channel. There was a movie about a kid with a bunch of friends and everyone working together to save christmas or something like that. He watched it for good 3 minutes before changing the channel again. "This christmas, share a coca-cola with your loved ones." He turned off the TV, and after a while got up and went to the fridge to grab a coke bottle. Man, there was nothing good on TV. Not that it bothered him, of course. It's not like any of that cheap christmas sentimentalism meant anything important.
"Merry Christmas, Dar."
A lone toast to himself, sharing a drink with everyone he loved. He smirked at the thought. He had come pretty far, that year. Got a lot of money... made some new contacts... he was moving up in the world. After drinking half the bottle, he decided to go to his room and pick up the guitar. The mood was up, so he might as well play the sweet and joyful christmas tunes, right? Soon, the slow-paced melody of Silent Night filled the room. For some reason, it was sounding pretty sad, but that didn't really bother him. He probably just wasn't used to playing christmas songs.
As he finished, he took a look at the clock in the kitchen wall. Midnight already, and finally christmas. Time for Santa to visit. Dar got up, reaching under his bed for a neatly wrapped present: Elvis Presley's Greatest Hits CD. He knew his pops was a fan, after all. The boy quietly walked to the man's room, leaving the gift on his pillow. It was a shame that he'd spend another christmas alone, really, but it didn't bother him. It's not like he was still a kid. No, he could deal with being alone at night already. Always could.
No, he wasn't a kid anymore. And with that thought in mind, and not a single word more, he walked back to his room, turning off all the lights in the house, and went to sleep. Sure, most people were probably still partying at this point, but what did he care?
It honestly didn't bother the kid at all.
He hung up. Apparently, his Pops wasn't going to be able to spend the christmas' eve at home. They needed him to work on a case overnight, or extra cops, or something like that. Dar didn't bother paying attention to the smaller details. Honestly, he wasn't bothered at all by that. It's not like Christmas night was more special than any other night, after all.
He took the turkey out of the oven and put a bit of rice in his plate right from the pot before sitting down. Well, guess he'd have to eat alone. More food for him! He'd save a bit for pops, of course. Dar himself had cooked that meal, and hey, it was pretty good! Shame Pops wasn't there to taste it, though. Well, it wasn't his fault, but he'd have to make do with whatever was left. Still, that was a pretty tasty meal, though lonely and silent. Of course, that didn't bother Dar at all. It's not like he had cooked that for the old man, after all.
He sat down in the living room's couch, deciding to watch some TV to kill time. There was a commercial about spending the christmas with the family and some certain food the kid didn't really care for. He changed the channel. There was a movie about a kid with a bunch of friends and everyone working together to save christmas or something like that. He watched it for good 3 minutes before changing the channel again. "This christmas, share a coca-cola with your loved ones." He turned off the TV, and after a while got up and went to the fridge to grab a coke bottle. Man, there was nothing good on TV. Not that it bothered him, of course. It's not like any of that cheap christmas sentimentalism meant anything important.
"Merry Christmas, Dar."
A lone toast to himself, sharing a drink with everyone he loved. He smirked at the thought. He had come pretty far, that year. Got a lot of money... made some new contacts... he was moving up in the world. After drinking half the bottle, he decided to go to his room and pick up the guitar. The mood was up, so he might as well play the sweet and joyful christmas tunes, right? Soon, the slow-paced melody of Silent Night filled the room. For some reason, it was sounding pretty sad, but that didn't really bother him. He probably just wasn't used to playing christmas songs.
As he finished, he took a look at the clock in the kitchen wall. Midnight already, and finally christmas. Time for Santa to visit. Dar got up, reaching under his bed for a neatly wrapped present: Elvis Presley's Greatest Hits CD. He knew his pops was a fan, after all. The boy quietly walked to the man's room, leaving the gift on his pillow. It was a shame that he'd spend another christmas alone, really, but it didn't bother him. It's not like he was still a kid. No, he could deal with being alone at night already. Always could.
No, he wasn't a kid anymore. And with that thought in mind, and not a single word more, he walked back to his room, turning off all the lights in the house, and went to sleep. Sure, most people were probably still partying at this point, but what did he care?
It honestly didn't bother the kid at all.