"Merry Christmas, George."

"OH MY GOD thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou YEY." The eighteen-year-old skipped around his batch of presents, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. "A BIKE and some other stuff that I haventreallyopenedyet I LOVE YOU TUNA." Tuna sucked in her breath as he threw his arms around her stomach and squeezed her. "Love..you...too." She couldn't help but grin - he acted like a six year old who still believed in Santa. And, as a matter of fact, he was. Just trapped in a post-pubescent body. George looked up into her face, his eyes alight with glee. "Now open my present! When's Bale gonna wake up? When's Her and Key and Nnnnnox gonna get here? H-"

"ALRIGHT, alright! Let me open one of mine first!" The blond grinned and pulled one of the larger presents towards her. "I let Bale sleep in, but you can go get him, if you want." George jumped up with a bright smile and dashed down the hallway. Tuna paused, listening for the thump and the yell she knew was coming, and laughing when it did. Then she looked at her present. "To Tuna, from George. Ex oh ex oh." It was a small box, and it felt light, wrapped childishly and donned with a big pink bow. The blond turned as Bale staggered into the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes, with George close behind. "Morning. Uff." He sat down heavily on the couch next to her. George grabbed his arm and leaned next to him. "Merry Christmas, Uncle Bale!" The older man smiled vaguely. "Merry Christmas, George." Tuna raised an eyebrow. "Oi, you're forgetting me." He was about to respond, but she silenced him with a kiss on the forehead. "Shhh. Lemme open this."

George was nearly wetting himself with excitement. "OPENITOPENITOPENIT." Tuna nodded and dug her fingers under the paper, ripping it off dramatically. The little box was plain, but she felt her excitement building as well as she pulled off the lid. Inside was a little cushion, upon which...

...

"George. Oh my god. GEORGE."

The little locket was as beautiful as it had looked in the store window. The blond pulled it out slowly, letting it fall to the end of its long chain. It was a stunning gold heart, complemented by lock and key charms. Tuna felt her face contorting into a grin up to her ears. Slowly, she turned to George, who was tapping his fingers anxiously. "I saw you looking at it atthestore and I thought you m-might like it. Dooooo you like it?"

"Why wouldn't I?" She pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank you, babe. Thank you. Who knows, you might have outdone me on this one." She laughed, her little brother joining in. Bale was asleep again on the couch. Tuna was just about to hand him another present when the doorbell rang. "Can you get that, hon? I gotta wake up Sandman here." The brown-haired boy agreed, skipping to the door and throwing it open. Tuna was shaking Bale's shoulders when a little tan ball of energy cannoned into her stomach. "MERRYCHRISTMAS. MERRYCHRISTMAS. LADEEDADELEEDA." Her squeezed her middle. The young lady grinned. Perhaps this Christmas would be nice, after all.

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Hi guys. cB I realized I've never written about George before. So. -goes back to eating lunch-