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“Go on. Ask him!” Jamie whined, tugging on his brother's hoodie sleeve. “We've still got time.” Kevin said with a chuckle. “Time for what?” “Granny said I gotta get ready soon.” Jamie mumbled into Kevin's sleeve. “Ask!” “Ask me what?” Gabe asked again. “Well,” Kevin smiled sheepishly. “Jamie wants to know if you'd be willing to be Baby New Year.” “What? No way.” Jamie detached himself from Kevin and looked up at Gabe with all the pleading energy a five year old could muster. “Please? Pretty please?” “I had to do it until you came along, Jamie.” Gabe said, which was mostly true. Kevin, being two years younger than him, had done it once, but had somehow managed to miss every New Year's Eve where it would have been his turn, leaving it to Gabe to fill in. “Why don't you want to?” “Cuz it's for babies!” “What?” “Well, it is in the name.” Kevin chuckled. Jamie nodded. “But if you don't want to do it since it's for babies, why me?” “Cuz you...

A collection of three Christmas stories I wrote and posted on Bluesky this year. A White Christmas Jake had always loved Christmas, but it felt a little silly for his mom to continue to insist the stockings were from Santa when he was a college freshman and his brother was a sophomore in high school. All the same, he smiled appreciatively as she handed him his red knit stocking. “And one for our guest. Santa never misses a beat.” His mom said, handing a stocking to Jake’s roommate Randy. “Oh, wow! Thanks!” He said with a chuckle. “Dig in, boys.” Jake did not need to be told twice, his hand plunging into the stocking. Oh, great. She put boxers right on top, he thought. He pulled them out and his face turned red. Boxers, they were not. It was a pair of white briefs! He quickly stowed them out of Randy’s sight and dug in. Ugh, another one. And another. Another! Another? Jake’s face grew more and more red as he pulled a dozen pairs of white briefs out of his stocking. Was there anything e...

“Wanna go another round?” Logan asked. “You're awesome as Ozai!” “Absolutely!” Jayce said, grinning. “I could play Capricorn all night long!” Logan got the game started, but Jayce could not focus on the loading screen of Lucia winking and blowing a bubble with her gum. Something was bothering him. Logan had always said friends could never, ever sleep over at his house and Jayce could not understand why. His parents seemed normal. They let them have pizza for dinner. Even Logan's little sister Kaylee wasn't that obnoxious as far as little sisters went. His little brother had to be at least ten times worse. “Shoot, this lobby's not active.” Logan leaned forward to reset and Jayce looked at the boy in his Capricorn onesie, a few dark blonde curls slipping out of the dark blue hood, his plump, pink lips tightened in focus… “I'm ready for my bedtime story!” Kaylee yelled through the closed door. Jayce watched as Logan's face paled. He turned to look at Jayce, wor...

“Ugh, forgot we're out of Choco Chunks.” Archie muttered, throwing the empty cereal box away. As if it wasn't bad enough that it had not snowed enough for school to be cancelled, now he did not even have his favorite cereal. “Frosty Sugar Balls or whatever it's called is just as bad for your teeth.” “Thanks, mom.” Archie said, flashing her a grin with a few spaces. He had just lost one of them a few days ago, so the hole still felt new! She smiled and was about to say something when the whole house seemed to shake. “Peppermint's here! Peppermint's here.” “Oh, Casper's up.” Mom said. “Maybe I should have proofread your-” Archie was already gone, eager to see what his stepbrother thought. “Archie!’ Casper exclaimed.”Look! He's up on the mantel thingy!” “I see that.” Archie said, not even sure if he could match Casper's enthusiasm. It seemed improper in a way for a boy his age to be nearly bouncing up and down. “I waited until you were here to read the ...

“And this is another hose.” Firefighter Mike said. How can you make a tour of a firehouse boring? Callum thought. Firefighter Mike was a big bear of a man with a booming, friendly laugh, but this had to be the most boring tour ever. Why were they even touring the firehouse? That was the sort of thing preschoolers did, not middle schoolers! “Guess I'll just make my own fun then.” He muttered as the class passed a hallway. He quickly darted down it, relishing the opportunity to rebel even slightly. Anything was better than being bored to tears. They didn’t even get to turn on the fire truck's sirens! “Now, what to do?” He saw a sign that mentioned the cafeteria. A snack was always in order! Mom and Dad were always so strict about when he could or could not eat, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right? Opening the door he thought led to the cafeteria, Callum came face to face with, not a snack, but a dog! "Ruff!” The dog barked. Callum held his hands up. “...

Colten had never really expected to enjoy Home Ec. After all, it was girl stuff, wasn't it? Homemaking, sewing, baking, all that girly stuff. It did not help that he was the only guy in the class. What were the odds of that? It just proved that it was girl stuff. His thoughts on it quickly changed as he realized he had a gift for baking. The teacher, as amazed as he was, constantly sang his praises. If he had been gracious in victory, it would have been fine, but each and every praise only puffed him up more. When the teacher announced that they would be holding a friendly competition to close out the baking unit, some of the other students decided that Colten had to be take down a peg. Or three. Colten got to class early to prepare his dough. He was going to make pecan hand pies and wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for them. As three of the other students walked in, he barely even looked up. Was it almost time for class already? "Hey, Colten." "Hey....

A story originally posted on my underwear-focused Twitter account Nick rolled his eyes as he got home from school to see his brother Evan once again sprawled on the couch in nothing but his tighty whities.  "Seriously?"  "What? I like being comfortable!" That much was true. Nick had witnessed Evan strip down to nothing but his juvenile underwear right there in front of the front door without even a second's hesitation.  "I meant the tighty whities."  "Like I said, comfortable." Evan grinned cheekily. Nick rolled his eyes and went to his room. Sometimes it felt like Evan was allergic to clothes, but it was the tighty whities that really bothered Nick. Didn't Evan know only losers wore tighty whities? It was embarrassing being that guy with a brother who seemed proud to wear them! "God, even at breakfast?" He muttered the next morning. Enough was enough! "Put some clothes on!"  "They're just underwear, dude....