Next day, as late as 12 noon. Huxley woke up with a terrible headache.
She knew no better than to pop some pills.
Ughhh.....it's Christmas today. She sighed and entered into the kitchen.
It's quite a surprise.
She wasn't a two years old any longer or she would have said a Santa did this over night. Or was her family suddenly back?
That would be a big disappointment.
She walked further more into the kitchen. This was never how she leaves the kitchen. She made her way to the gas burner and opened the pot
" Christmas meals were made". And there was a note. " Merry Christmas Hux".
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Oh Huxley. How have you been? Huxley was welcomed with Atlas mom's voice.
Very well Mrs Dayton. Merry Christmas.
" Atlas is up in his room!"
Right! His car keys? She asked remembering how she had made a big mess yesterday.
The car? He just cleaned it minutes ago.
He did? Huxley was almost so embarrassed.
Go up to him.
Huxley's facials could show the hardship she felt in going up there.
It's fine. Atlas is not angry and he definitely isn't with that Lucy girl. Bet he is waiting for you. Atlas's mom's voice could also tell she was never pleased with having Lucy for her son.
Uh.... okey.
Huxley gave peaceful knocks on Atlas's door.
Atlas are you in there?
Indeed he has been waiting for her. He ran off to the door and ushered her in.
Merry Christmas Hux. He was first to speak.
Uh... merry Christmas. Tnx for making me those food.
A weird silence dominated the room for a while.
... look. I understand that I was wrong to go drink alone and I messed up your vehicle. I'm sorry.
That? It's nothing. I just wish you would tell me why you feel ....he was cut off by a sudden open of the door.
Merry Christmas babe. Those cliché words were said by Lucy.
You are here again Huxley. Lucy's first words were so cruel.