Well I wish it could be Christmas every day When the kids start singing and the band begins to play Oh I wish it could be Christmas every day So let the bells ring out for Christmas “JUUUUUUUUUUUSTIN!” The blonde yelped as he had to hold the phone away from his ear, staring at it before warily putting it back to his ear, “Cyn?” he queried, voice laced with fright. If Cynthia was calling him at the diner then something must be wrong with Brian. The woman on the other end sounded hysterical. And it was only 8:30am. “HE’S GONE MAD! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” she yelled, the boy on the receiving end covering his mouth to contain a yawn as he rubbed his eyes, “I’ll be right there…” he grumbled, hanging up before he made his way out the door (throwing an apologetic look at Debbie) toward Kinnetik at a snail-like pace, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants as he trudged through the snow. He couldn’t understand why Brian was working today of all days. Then again. Why was HE working today? The fact he was very, very poor might have something to do with it. Sighing, the blond crossed the roads, trying very hard not to glower at the people singing on the street corners. He knew as soon as he woke up this morning that today would be one of his less favourable days. First he’d slept through his alarm meaning no shower fuck. Then he’d spilt Brian’s coffee on his t-shirt when he was making it. On the way to the diner a car had splashed slush all over him, making him wet. Now he was being dragged out the warm diner to go and see what Brian was getting pissy about. This was starting to seem like it was going to be a long day. Arriving at Kinnetik, he couldn’t help but frown at the tree in the corner. He was sure that it had been Cynthia’s idea (of course backed by the office) but still, he was sure Brian had been annoyed. Shaking his head, he grunted a greeting to said assistant before entering the office. Cynthia watched from her perch behind the desk, ready to smuggle Justin back out if she heard any yelling and breakages. What she hadn’t planned on was Justin hastily running straight back out and slamming the door, stopping Brian from getting out. Taking a deep breath, he looked about at all the smiling faces. It had been awful. The office had been decorated! All Christmassy. He even had a tree. Brian Fucking Kinney, had a fucking Christmas Tree…IN HIS OFFICE! It was all too much for Justin. All the Christmas cheer had completely bypassed Justin yet again this year leaving Justin avoiding the decorations everywhere like the plague. It was bad enough he’d agreed to escort Molly and Daphne to the mall later. Ted appeared out the door beside Justin, holding what smelt like a Gingerbread latte from Starbuck’s, a wide smile on his face, “Merry Christmas Justin” With an incredulous glare, Justin strode out the building, his parting comment still lingering in the air. “Bah-fucking-humbug”