Chapter one of AVJC is here! Merry merry christmas!
Oh, and I know it's the 21st today, but today's date and the chapter's date aren't synchronised :)
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“I hate Christmas,” Damon sighed, leaning against the doorframe of the living room as I carefully laid tinsel across the mantelpiece, “It’s so… commercialized and annoying.”
“Sure, the commercialism’s a little on the extreme side,” I nodded, stepping back to admire my handiwork, “But how is Christmas annoying?”
“Are you kidding me? You walk into a store, and there’s a peppy, jingle bell filled piece of crap that passes for music on the stereo! There’s nothing good on TV, it’s all just Christmas movies and kid’s Disney films. And then there are all those idiots who insist on putting up enough Christmas lights to cause a complete electrical shortage all throughout Mystic Falls just because they think illuminated reindeers are a nice front lawn decoration!” He ranted. I smirked and sat back on the couch, staring at the fireplace instead of at him.
“For your information, Mister Salvatore, I happen to like Christmas music. And Disney movies are the best – well, the old ones are anyway. Anything from 2007 onwards was pretty crap. The Lion King, that one was great. Aladdin and Robin Hood are just freaking awesome, and don’t get me started on The Tigger Movie… oh, and Brother Bear! That’s the best of all of them,” I grinned.
“You’re such a kid,” He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Hey, you know it’s true. We used to have Disney marathons, Elena, Jeremy and I. But that was before…” I trailed off. That was before Jenna died; before Uncle John died; before… before Mom and Dad died. “Heck, I don’t even know if we’re having a Christmas tree this year.” The empty space where the tree had stood proudly every December before this one suddenly became even more obviously bare. If I concentrated hard enough, I could just make out the dark brown ring on the carpet from the plant pot.
“Does Christmas seriously mean that much to you?” Damon asked, his eyebrows knitting together. “I didn’t have you down as a ‘giving and receiving, mince pies and baubles’ sort of person.”
“I love Christmas,” I smiled, “Especially when it snows. Anyway, it’s not just about the decorations and all; it’s a Religious Holiday too.”
“You’re a Christian?” Damon’s eyes widened and he smirked a little in surprise. “I mean, you?”
“Well, apparently all the Gilbert’s for at least the last two hundred years have been raised as Christians, and in case you haven’t noticed, Mystic Falls is pretty big on the up-keeping tradition.”” I shrugged. “But yeah, all three of us are, even if it is without the key morals. Do you believe in God, Damon?” Damon laughed once.
“I honestly don’t know anymore, kid. I mean, I did, back when I was human… I might do now, I guess, but this is a really deep conversation to be having.”
“Right, sorry. Jeremy says that sometimes I just get too philosophical and fundamental to tolerate,” I recounted.
“For the first time in his life, he’s right,” Damon chuckled. I scowled at him for a half a second, but then gave up.
“I just want this Christmas to be a good one, you know?” I sighed. “But what with Jeremy working practically all day every day at the Grill, and Elena spending more time hanging around with Caroline and Bonnie at one of theirs, and Ricolas switching between our couch, his apartment and Jenna’s old room on a daily basis, it might just end up being me here.”
“I’m sure it won’t just be… hang on, did you say Ricolas?” Damon turned to stare at me.
“Yeah, it’s what I call him in my head,” I admitted. “Don’t tell him though; I think he still has issues with being called Ric. We should take the nickname thing one step at a time.”
“Alright, I… I won’t tell him,” Damon replied, before shaking his head once a reassuming the cocky grin that usually stayed etched on his, incredibly handsome, face. “Look, if it comes to it and you are, alone at Christmas, you’re more than welcome at the boarding house. Hey, if you’re lucky, I might even cook.”