#sammcdaniel

Shea had finally come out of her christmas-is-over depression. It was almost the end of January, but that was normally about how long it took. It was actually getting better, considering a few years, it had lasted until the week before Valentine's day. But Valentine's day was pretty much her second favorite holiday, and she always perked up at the thought of all the love that would be going around.

And so, when she'd realized it was two days until February, she knew she needed to leave her bed. She'd received plenty of calls to make sure she was okay, but all of her friends were plenty aware to leave her alone when the post-Christmas depression. There was no perking her up, or making it better.

So, when she emerged from her slumber, she jumped a quick shower and put on some real clothes (all of which themed around the valentine's colors) and headed out. Glancing at her phone for the time, she knew that Sam would still be at work. And for some reason, the only person she wanted to see was Sam.

To say Dan was a cool uncle would be a lie. In just about everything in his life, Dan was the opposite of cool. But, he was only ten when Sam was born to Dan's older brother and his wife, so at that time, he wasn't exactly concerned with being a good uncle. And when Dan was twenty and Sam ten, Dan still wasn't all too concerned. In fact, they'd always just been more like friends that looked similar than actual family members. Dan had been the guy who bought Sam his first case of beer when he was underage.

To this day, Dan still viewed that as the coolest thing he'd ever done for his nephew.

So when Saturday came around and Dan didn't have to go into the office for once, he grabbed a case of beer and headed over to Sam's house. He let himself in without a knock of any kind and called out into the house, "Your favorite uncle is here." Okay, so maybe not favorite, but at least second place? If he could even be considered an uncle seeing as he acted more like a frat brother to Sam.

He went straight to the kitchen to stick the beer into the fridge so it would stay cold, and he was about half way done when Sam appeared. "Hey man," Dan grinned. It was like four pm on a Saturday, but Dan was in that age where he felt like he was beginning to get old and so had to stay young by drinking whenever he could (logic). He popped open two bottles and slid one across the island to Sam. "So, I was thinking we could order some pizza, drink some beer, and just catch up, sound good?" Dan asked him with a raised brow and before he could even answer, Dan raised his beer to him and answered for him, "Good."

"Should all acquaintance be forgot," Shea sang as she bounced down the sidewalk, "And never brought to mind! Should all acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne!" She waved happily to some people across the street who'd looked over at the crazy girl in a santa hat singing. "Merry Christmas!" she yelled over to them, which caused them to give one of those I'm-very-uncomfortable-but-trying-to-be-polite smiles before hurrying on their way. "Wait! I have Santa hats!!" she called after them as they turned the corner and continued away.

Shea huffed, "Grinches. Must be friends with Darcy." Spinning on her toes, she started up the walkway to Sam's door. She knocked on it (in the pattern of jingle bells, of course) before jiggling the handle. "Damn it, Sam!" she called through the door, "Since when do you lock your door!?" She then tapped repeatedly against the door until he finally opened it. "Sammy!" she exclaimed happily, crossing the threshold and wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, "I've missed you! I know, I saw you yesterday, but oh well." She pulled back from him, reached down in her purse and pulled out a Santa hat, plopping it down on his head before giggling happily. "There!" she said before pressing his door closed.