december 22nd.
three daysΒ βtil christmas . only a few hoursΒ βtil the day he was told he was born , his birthday . are you sure you donβt want to do anything ? it was a question his mother asked every year , with two gentle hands placed on either side of his face .Β β positive , β heβd say with a perfectly crooked smile , charming twinkle alight in the corner of brown eyes . somewhere , up north or on the other side of the country , it was snowing , but christmas lights and a dreary drizzle were all victoria had to offer . his younger brother clung to odetteβs leg as she slipped into her jacket , bringing a more genuine grin to his lips .Β β alright , kid , β he knelt down ,Β β paws off . youβll see her again in a coupleβa days . bright and early christmas morning . β nicky scowled , giving her one last squeeze before barreling over to his older brother with a quizzical look on his face . noel , he whispered , how come you never want birthday presentsΒ ? his cheeks flushed and he cleared his throat , sparing a glance in odetteβs direction . he hadnβt mentioned anything about a birthday , and he hadnβt intended to . lips pursed , he answered matter - of - factly ,Β β because then i wouldnβt get as much from santa on christmas . β a ruffle of his hair , a kiss on the top of the head , and a couple of goodbyes later , noel reached out for odette , interlacing their fingers and pulling her close , wrapping their intertwined hands over her shoulder . that soccer mom car of his was parked just down the block .Β β iβm starting to think they like you more than they like me , β he said softly , hoping to avoidΒ the birthday conversation altogether . he pressed a quick kiss to her temple ,Β β nicky especially . then again i canβt blame them . β
itβs funny, how being infatuated with someone made you feel, all at once. the butterflies that endlessly tugged on those oh-so logical heartstrings of hers. she remembers, even as a kid, when the three of them would run around the hospital-- caroline and jude sneaking off, and odette left to be found by a nurse with a volunteer guitar, and how even then she had a soft spot with artists.Β donβt be silly caroline, i donβt have time for boys. as she would sneak glances at ruffled hair, and black rimmed glasses, whoβs voice was a little pitchy-- but to odette, perfect in the realm of imperfections she held so tight. to a teenage girl, with blunt short hair, and even more blunt way of thinking. the subtle, but simply shrug of perfectly poised shoulders. itβs not going to happen for me, people should just be arranged, itβd be far more practical than the uncertanty of dating. and then a curly haired boy, with stupid yet, admiring, mismatched socks and a free way of thinking that made even the most careful of girls, the most controlling, a little bit meddling of girls, blush at the sight of a artsy smile. but most of all, a boy that came with a family twice the size of her own, and made the holidays feel a little less depressing this year around. the nicoletteβs had always gone big on christmas, more or less carolineβs doing. but since jude died, the spirit had dwindled. the fancy dinners, the red dresses, and hallway mistletoe were put on pause. and even before then, she had never really felt-- belonged. and sheβll never base her happiness on someone else, or reasoning behind why she felt so warm and fuzzy inside, but he had a helping hand in it this year. her hair is longer now, and her tongue just as blunt as before, but with a pair of fingertips latched through her belt loops to keep her in place, to slow her down, reminding her to look around. sheβd never been in love before-- which is why she hasnβt said it yet, not when she doesnβt know what itβs supposed to feel like, not for certain. but when his sibling latches to her leg, she laughs, ruffling their hair and smiling with the fondness of dimples. thereβs a quiet wave, and she had once been so nervous about his parents liking her-- now seemed like a distant memory. sheβs good for you, sheβd heard his mother whisper in a peck to his cheek. her fingertips intertwining with his, frame much smaller, leaning into his as they walked.Β βi thought youβd be used to that feeling by now-β sheβs teasing him, nose wrinkled into a tiny triumphant smirk.Β βnicky and i bonded over out love for stickers,β raising her free hand to show him the ninja turtles outline theyβd slapped on top of her wrist. thereβs a tiny pause, and her lips purse, standing outside the van that was starting to hold more memories than anywhere else. he should have known better, nothing slipped by odette-- it was almost scary. sheβd known about his birthday, the first month they were together, sheβd checked to see if their star signs were compatible-- they were, but thatβs besides the point. itβs an easy thing to find, when youβre looking.Β βum- is there a reason why you didnβt want me to know about your birthday? because, i know i can sometimes-- get too invested, or meddle a little bit-Β β pfft, yeah, right.Β βand, donβt ask me how i know because it totally defeats the point of the whole, i donβt meddle that often speech i just gave but--βΒ she lets go of his hand, reaching into her coat pocket, and pulling out a smaller box, outstretching it, handwrapped in green and red. inside were a small collection of new brushes, black, polished, and his name trimmed in gold at the handle of each.Β βdonβt be mad-βΒ


















