It was hard to keep a straight face when you were with Drew. Add Margaret and Annalise into the puzzle and you've got yourself a perfect day. I don't remember the last time I had laughed this much. I don't think I had ever laughed this much in my entire life. And it felt really good. My ribs were literally hurting. I was actually starting to feel like part of something... part of a family. With people who cared me, who supported me. Sometimes I would wake up thinking it was all a dream, and then to reassure myself that it wasn't, I would race to the nearest person's room, which happened to be Annalise. When she recognized me and was her usual nice self I would sigh in relief and go about my day like normal.
"I'm serious though," Drew said still laughing. "The last time I stayed up so late. My parents had no idea I had hid in a corner. When I saw them start to pile up the presents under the trees and in the stockings, I nearly had a heart attack."
Margaret spit out the coffee she was drinking, letting out a loud laugh. "Andrew, I've been trying to drink this coffee for twenty minutes now. Please let me," She begged, wiping tears out of the corner of her eyes.
Everyone else laughed in response. But Drew continued. "Let me finish the story at least."
"When I really lost it was when they sat at the table and began to swallow the cookies and milk that had taken me four whole hours to make. I cried my eyes out."