I hope I wrote a story everyone can enjoy, I'd like to improve my writing, and this is my first serious attempt in a few years. I hope that the story is to you, the reader's liking, and I hope even more that the characters (especially the women) were written believably and that the details were written descriptively enough and engaging enough for everyone's enjoyment. Also, please note that I tried different things with paragraph formatting and didn't have the time to change it all to be uniformly written, hopefully it's not too jarring. Lastly, I hope readers can overlook any grammar or spelling mistakes, without being taken out of the story, I tried to fix as many typos as possible but I'm sure some got through.
All characters in the story are over 18 and are consenting adults at the time the story takes place, etc.
Section I
"Are you going to be okay Dan?"
"Yeah" Daniel replied softly as he looked out the windshield of his friend's car. The car turned the corner and he could see his mother's old house clearly, he hadn't seen it in 10 years. As the car drove into a cul-de-sac, he sat reflecting on what his life had been before he left home. The gloomy weather only served to underscore the somber mood of the situation he was in, his aunt had just passed away, and he had no more family left save for his friends. He hadn't been close to her, but she was family, he only ever really had his mother, but their relationship had also been distant to say the least. When she died, he and his aunt were the only ones left, and now that the day had come when he was truly alone, he was having trouble processing and deciding how he actually felt. He had held a bit of hope that maybe it would be years until his aunt passed, but she wasn't the healthiest person in the world and she had been up there in years, she had after all been 20 years older than his mother.
As they inched ever closer to the house, he remembered that he had never had a white Christmas like in the movies. The day had always been overcast and gray in his childhood home, only the dead quiet gave away that he wasn't back in San Francisco; although it made no difference to him, Christmas was just like any other day of the year, all the disappointing Christmases of his youth had left him numb to the holiday. He liked giving gifts to his friends, but he got no more joy out of handing out gifts on Christmas than he would if he handed them out in July.
Daniel took a deep breath as they finally pulled up to the driveway.
"Yeah man, no worries, I'm fine it's just that I had half-hoped to kick the bucket before aunty Vicky to avoid the hassle of inheriting this old house" he said only half-jokingly.
"You sure you don't need any help or any anything, Laura will understand if I spend a few days here so that you have some company for Christmas Eve."
"I'm fine, go ahead, Laura's cool, and she'd probably understand, but you and I both know that you're terrified of spending Christmas with her family, especially her dad" Daniel teasingly replied as he opened the car door.
"Yeah," Sam said sheepishly as he got out to open the trunk, "but he's a hard ass! I think I'm slightly justified in trying to weasel out. I mean would it kill him to be the least bit friendly?"
"What can I tell you man, you chose Laura, and Laura and her family are a package deal" Dan said as he shrugged.
"Anyway, you're sure? Last chance to have the most awesome Christmas with the coolest guy around."
"Yeah I'm sure" he said as he reached for his suitcase.
"Stop!" "Sam said as he did his best crossing guard impersonation "I will at least walk your bag into your house, I have to see this place otherwise I may never know why you turned out like you did."
"You mean level-headed" Daniel countered as he smiled and began walking toward the front door.
"If that's what they're calling it
these
days, then yeah" Sam shot back, over-night bag in one hand, as he closed the trunk and began after Daniel.
As Daniel opened the door to let enter, he paused, took another deep breath, and stepped inside.
"Hmm, no welcome mat...interesting" Sam said, arm raised, and bag slung over his shoulder.
As he entered the house Sam stopped dead in his tracks, "Well that explains everything..."
"Shut up" Daniel chuckled in the kitchen, "I asked them to get rid of everything except the recliner, the bed, and the stuff in the kitchen."
Sam made toward the lazy-boy and collapsed on it. "Yeah like I said, I understand you completely now, you have no TV. There's no way you're normal" his voice echoed as he fully reclined with his feet on the footrest.
Daniel came out with a smile from ear to ear and a glass of wine in each hand. "While I'd love to get tipsy, or hell even shitfaced, with you this holiday season, you have a girlfriend to drive to today so, here's to the holidays and for making the best of the year ahead" he said as he handed Sam a glass and sat on the floor, Sam joined him, and they toasted.
Sam and Daniel spent the next half hour talking about life and cracking jokes, dancing around the reason they were there. The words they left unspoken were the most important, but their years old friendship didn't need to be communicated. Although he didn't want to let it show, Daniel could not hide the truth from Sam, he wasn't certain what to make of it all, and that left him feeling lost and a slight bit scared; but Sam knew Daniel would be fine, he just needed some time alone. Finally, they got up and began saying their goodbyes. They walked to the door and Sam hugged his friend,
"Everything's going to be alright"
"I know. Thanks."
Sam walked to his car and drove onto the street. He honked and as Daniel smiled and waved, he waved back.
Daniel stood there as his smile faded, looking at his friend's car as he drove away. This was the moment he had come here to face. He closed the door as a feeling of confusion washed over him. He stood silently not knowing what exactly he had expected. He knew he didn't want to cry, although he spoke to his aunt 2 or 3 times a year to check up on her, he had never been close to her. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling of incompleteness that he couldn't shake off. After a few minutes his stomach growled, and he decided he should order something from the local pizzeria.
While he waited for his dinner, and regretted skipping lunch, he began walking around the house and recalling his childhood. He walked up the stairs and as it always had, the second step creaked, he went to what had been his old room and same as ever, the door's handle needed a little convincing to open. He smiled and decided he didn't actually want to look inside and went back downstairs. He walked back to the kitchen to pour a bit more wine, it was helping, and decided to instead go to the garage. To his great surprise, his mom's 30-year-old Camry was in the garage looking as ugly as ever, of course her car had to survive. He walked to the shelf where they always kept the car keys and as he was walking back to the car, he stopped. To his astonishment the tin box where he had kept his wooden toys was on the top shelf. He reached for it and was shocked when he felt that the box was full. He opened it and there they were, the toys his mom said his father had given him when he was a baby.