Silverpine is the perfect place to live if you love Christmas. Snowcapped mountains are the backdrop of our little town in the state of Oregon.
The whole town is decorated with Christmas decorations: lights, trees, garlands, and figurines.
When you live this close to mountains, pine is an everyday scent that you love to breathe in first thing in the morning. It settles in your soul, making sure that you know that the day will be a good one.
Or that could simply be me manifesting a good day.
I am always focusing on the positive side of things. If you believe that the day will be shit, then you have already set your day up to be a disaster. Yet, if you believe that you will have a marvelous day, then, baby, you will have a fabulous day.
If only I could manifest both Colt and Theo in my bed.
I sigh, leaning back in my chair, smiling at the little glass snowflake that Lanie bought me one year, when she saved money from walking dogs.
I may be gay, and kids were never a thought for me, but I see her as my own, and she will always have a piece of my heart. Family does not have to be blood to mean something to you.
A knock on my door breaks my thoughts as Lanie pokes her head around the door.
“Mrs. Bartlett is here.”
“Thank you, pumpkin. I will be right there. Can you see if she would like a hot drink, please?”
“Will do.”
I stand up and step to the mirror that I have on the wall to check my hair and face. My hair is a mousy brown, longer on top with a wavy volume to it, and shaved sides that fade into my light facial hair.
Makeup has always fascinated me, but I learned a long time ago that adding too much makes me look terrible, and I cannot have my handsome face turning people off, so I always wear a light brush of mascara, with eyeliner and some lip gloss.
Making sure that I still look good, I step out of my office. Adjusting my chubby dick in my pants, I walk down the hallway onto the floor, praying that none of the ladies here can see the bulge in my crotch.
“Diana Bartlett, looking gorgeous as ever.”
Three
THEO
Walking down Main Street, with my grandmother hanging on my arm, I take in the overly stimulating Christmas decorations. The whole town is something out of a cheesy Hallmark movie.
My dad called and told me that my Grandma Patty had taken ill, and if I was able, could I come and stay with her over the holidays. Of course I said yes, as both of my parents are currently in New Zealand working with a company on building off-the-grid eco housing.
Even though my parents were, and still are in high demand with their company, they were still there for me through most of my childhood. It was only as I got older that they would leave me for weeks, sometimes months at a time, and I was okay with that.
I was a loner, anyway, not having many friends growing up. Being a nerd tends to keep people way.
I had always found it hard to make friends. Being socially awkward made it almost impossible to go up and speak to people of my own accord. My tongue would tangle, my mind would race, and I’d start to wish I could simply melt into the floor.
Sometimes I’d watch groups of people laughing together and feel there was something wrong with me because I could not join in.
Instead, I found comfort in video games. Playing and then moving on to designing. It is why I am able to come here and help my grandmother. I own part of a huge software company, and I can work remotely if needed, thanks to my set-up.
Three friends from college and I came together to start our software company and we make plenty of money. We have always had a good relationship because we all behave the same way and were very freaking lucky to have found each other.
We, as a company, always give our employees ten days off for Christmas, so I was only going to be lounging around my condo, junking out, and catching up on some TV.
So, when my parents asked me to stay with Grandma Patty, I jumped at the chance. Aside from my parents, she has been the one constant in my life and accepted me when I told her I was gay. Hell, she even tried to pimp me out when she came to visit me.
Being gay and a socially awkward nerd leaves Theo Moran averyold virgin. At twenty-eight, I have only ever kissed two men and received one blowjob, and that was sloppy. But my company took over my life, so everything else was put on the back burner.
Maybe in this festive, glittering town, where everything seems so open and inviting, I can find a way to step a bit beyond my comfort zone.
