Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Aw, man. I wanted to kick Pop’s ass.
Reese had always liked celebrating holidays, and no one in our family—including me—had given him any memories worth reliving since we were kids. I guess Nana was the exception. She did it up big for Easter and Thanksgiving.
Time for me to step up.
* * *
“You don’t need Pop’s truck for your date, right?” I left our room and zipped up my jacket.
Reese was on the couch, killing time with a magazine before he had to get ready. Brian would be here in half an hour.
“Nope.” He was still down in the dumps from before. “Where’re you going? To the pool?”
I shook my head and put on my beanie. “Changed my mind. I just don’t wanna be here when Brian comes over.”
I was exaggerating that one a bit; Brian had been annoying at the most, but whatever. The excuse worked for me, and it would get me out of the house.
“Does it bother you that I’m going out with him?” Reese asked point-blank.
It bothered me a great fucking deal, and there was even some jealousy mixed in there. Mostly because of the slight risk that something might actually happen between them. It depended on how stubborn Reese was gonna be tonight.
“You do whatever you want, Reese.” I stuck my feet into my boots and snatched the key to Pop’s truck. “I won’t wait up.”
He snorted. “We both know that’s a lie.”
Ouch, that one slashed right through me. I shot him a glare before I went out the door.
“River!” I heard him call. “Fuck, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean it like that!”
Yes, he did. Motherfucker. No one wished I could sleep without him more than me.
I locked the door behind me and wasted no time getting into the truck and pulling out of the driveway.
On my way to Walmart, he paged me three times, and I ignored it. We could solve our shit later. I didn’t want my mood to get any worse, and it always got worse before it got better.
Fucking hell. I’d expected the parking lot to be empty at this hour. Who went shopping this late?
After parking as close to the exit as possible, I hurried toward the entrance and prayed this would be a painless experience. The storm had faded, but the weather still sucked, and I feared shopping for Christmas shit would be just as bad. Because what the hell did I know about decorating for Christmas?
Grabbing a cart, I racked my brain for how the house had looked when we were younger. Ma had sent Pop to get a tree, and there’d been boxes of decorations. Too bad he’d thrown all that crap out after she died. I could’ve used some now.
I could focus on one room, I decided. The living room. It wouldn’t make a huge dent in my bank account either.
I started in the dollar section, where I was hardly alone, and I threw some knickknacks into the cart. Santa figurines, a snow globe, a Christmas garland, and ornaments. Then I moved on to the fake trees and found a smaller, three-foot-tall tree for twenty bucks that I could put on the coffee table. It wasn’t so small that it would look pointless to someone who loved the holidays; some gifts would even fit underneath it.
I slowed down as I passed a bin with a bunch of stockings.
I chewed on my lip.
Ma had filled stockings for us, I remembered. We actually had a fireplace in the living room, though I couldn’t recall it’d ever been used. It was hidden away in the corner behind the dining room table. I was fairly sure the architect of the house thought the inhabitants would decorate the room with the furniture aimed at the fireplace.
If I moved the dining room table closer to the couch and Pop’s chair, I could turn the fireplace into a winter wonderland for my brother.
I grabbed two stockings before I went on to the electronics department. At least Reese was easy to buy gifts for. He used his Walkman all the time and bought CDs every week. I picked up some batteries for his stocking, some cheap CDs for regular gifts, and a new pair of headphones.
What else?
I removed my beanie and ran a hand through my hair, glancing down an aisle that led to multiple other aisles. I needed inspiration. I needed something good…before I headed to the candy section for fillers.
A stocking with four batteries and candy—what a winner.
Hmm. As a joke, I could get him some socks. He was always stealing mine.
Maybe some deodorant too.
“Socks and deodorant, Jesus Christ,” I muttered to myself.
Then I came to an abrupt halt. Perfect. At the short end between two aisles, labeled “Gift for Dad,” was a display with chef’s knives and barbecue gear. Reese wouldn’t need much of this right now, but I wanted him to know that one day soon, we’d go off on our own. We’d build a home. And he would run our kitchen.