Page 3 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
With that, I head up to the attic, where I’m temporarily living while I save enough money to build my very own log cabin on the family property.
They’ll feel like such fools when this ends. Just watch. I’ll sourly laugh in their faces and point.
Taking my phone out, I text Cole, because if anyone will believe me, it’s my best friend.
He placates me.
He supports me.
He is the sounding board I need right now.
Max:There were invaders on the land today! Fucking scallywags thinking they can take over Evergreen Farm. Can you believe that? Not very Thanksgiving-y if you ask me.
I stretch out on my four-poster bed and let the rich red comforter suck me into its warmth as I stare up at the attic ceiling. They will regret not listening to me.
Regret it!
My phone dings with a response.
Smiling, I open up the text, ready to be welcomed with sympathy and understanding.
Cole:You’re such a fucking disease, man.
Nostrils flared, I set my phone down and shut my eyes.
Jerks. All of them.
Chapter One
Max
Narrator: The house is quiet.
Not a soul in sight while Max lies half hanging off the bed, still in his shoes from his walk the night before. The sun is peeking in through the porthole window off to the right.
His mouth feels like cotton.
His muscles have been stretched in the most uncomfortable way.
And he’s not nearly close to being ready for the Christmas tree season to begin. Because despite being told he was crazy, he could not stop thinking about the invaders from the night before, leading to night terrors and thoughts of Evergreen Farm going out of business.
Remember when I said he leans toward the dramatic? Well, here we go.
“Do you really think that?”
Narrator: Um, you’re not supposed to be interacting with me.
“I respect that, but just out of curiosity, will you be here the entire time?”
Narrator: Yes.
“Good to know. Then if that’s the case, can I ask one thing?”
Narrator: Sure.
“The whole invader situation, did that really happen, or are you siding with my family on thehe’s crazything?”
Narrator: It happened.
