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The Most "Wonderful" Time of the Year {Angus Tully x Reader}
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Summary: Despite a nice trip to the art gallery and ice skating rink, sometimes, Andy Williams just gets it wrong.
Part 8 of ?? (Masterlist)
Warning(s): Swearing, description of nudity (on art), suggestive conversations, minor sexual harassment, a father has issues, fighting, Reader has a knife, and ANGST.
Heyyy guys (senior year, once again, has been kicking my ass and I also started a new mini-series that should be done soon). Again, I'm so sorry for how long it took me to upload and write this, and I know this chapter is short, but I swear it's got good shit in it. It's also fitting to have more chapters around Christmas time since, you know, this be a Christmas movie (yes, Alexander Payne, this can be a standalone movie, but you set it during Christmas so....) Anywho, I hope you like it (and that it breaks your heart :)
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You hated to admit it, but you actually like history museums. Even though your father always dragged you to them from childhood to adulthood, you didn’t really mind them. Your father’s additional commentary only added to the experience as you walked through the Greek section. It didn’t really for Angus.
“Are we almost done?” He asked.
“Quit whining.” You reprimanded him.
“I’m not.”
Your father chuckled. “What’s your hurry? I thought you liked Antiquity?”
He sighed. “In class, maybe. But I never think about it unless I need to.”
Humming, your father pointed to a casing of ceramics behind you. “Here, what do you see?”
You and Angus turned. Of course, he said. “A bunch of pottery.”
“Look at that one.” He pointed.
You certainly weren’t expecting to see a man diving his dick into a woman as she bent over to pick something up on an ancient Grecian artifact, but there you were in the Boston Fine Arts Museum, jaw on the floor.
“Amy look, a Candy Cane!” Angus teased.
“I hate you.” Was all that managed to leave your lips.
Your father chuckled, shaking his head. “Children, there’s nothing new in human experience. Each generation thinks it invented debauchery or suffering or rebellion, but man’s every appetite and impulse, from the disgusting to the sublime, is on display right here, all around you.” He gestured around the room filled with art. “So, before you dismiss something as boring or irrelevant, remember that if you truly want to understand the present, or yourself, you must begin in the past. History is not merely the past; it’s an explanation of the present.”
Angus nodded. “See, when you say it that way, and throw in some pornography, it’s a lot easier to understand.”
Mr. Hunham glanced over at you, surprised at your lack of outburst. “You’re not going to comment on that?”
“No,” you shrugged. “porn helping men understanding things checks out.”
Angus snorted, turning back to the teacher. “You should try talking more and yelling less in class. You know, most of the kids pretty much hate you. Teachers, too. You know that, right?”
“Hey.” You glared at him as if to say, ‘Lay off’.
Your father nodded, obviously trying not to show the hurt that was apparent on his face. “Well, I appreciate your frequent candidness, Mr. Tully.”
“Sure…” He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down.
It was then you realized another thing about Angus Tully that reminded you about yourself: You only noticed how horrible your words were as soon as you were done saying them.
The rest of your time at the art museum wasn’t as awkward as that entire scene, thankfully. The sun had completely set by the time you had exited, and the three of you made your way to the park. It almost made you laugh how quick Angus was to the booth to rent ice skates.
“Have you been ice skating before?” He asked as you both sat on the bench, tying up your skates.
“Once when I was eight, I think. You?”
“I played hockey until high school.” He finished tying his and stood. “And I go every chance I get when I’m in the city.”
“So, you should only fall if I push you, right?”
“Right.”
You smiled after double knotting your ice skates and approached the entrance to the rink. “My feet feel weird.”
“Yeah, you haven’t been skating for almost ten years.” He teased, walking past you and standing on the ice with ease.
Sighing, you took a step out and immediately started flailing. Still, the two of you laughed when you retreated back to solid ground. “Nope.”
Angus begged. “Come on.”
“Nuh uh, not going to do it.”
“Your dad paid a good two dollars for us to skate, and you’re going to waste it?” He joked.
“Two dollars doesn’t mean anything to my father if I’m dead!”
“You’re not going to die.”
“But-.”
He said your name with the right amount of sincerity and playfulness. “You can hold onto me. I’ll cushion you if you do fall.”
Grinning from ear to ear, you still held onto the side railing, but stepped out onto the ice. Taking a deep breath, you began walking.
“You don’t want to do that.” Angus skated by your side at your pace.
“I’m alright.” You struggled to say.
He scoffed, holding out his hand. “Yeah, I can tell. Come on.”
You stared down at it as if he had never touched you before. Still, you took it. You expected him to pull you out into the center and leave you there for dead (or try to figure out how to skate on your own), but instead, you stayed by the wall.
“Okay, you’re gonna want to lean forward, and just glide; don’t walk.” He explained, showing you.
“I’ll fall.”
“No, you won’t. Just trust me.”
Against what your nervous system was saying, you decided to. Leaning forward, you tried to copy him; and it worked for like a few seconds before you started tripping over your own feet. He caught you, of course.
“Hey, not bad!” He held you up so you could stand.
“I almost died.”
“You’re standing on your own though!” He backed away, and you still were. “That’s a good start.”
You wanted to fire a nasty retort at him, but you could only girlishly giggle. You don’t know how long you spent on that ice skating rink with him. Yes, there would be times when your feet would ache, or you’d be a mix of sweaty from the physical labor of skating and freezing from the cold, Massachusetts air. Yet, as you finally gathered your footing, you felt as if you could compete in the next Olympics.
You couldn’t, of course, but you sure had the confidence to do so.
And it was fun to laugh and talk with Angus. It always was, but it felt as if you were both on an actual date as you skated together. To everyone else on that ice rink, you were. When Angus had completely fallen onto the ice (you didn’t actually push him down, he fell on his own), pulling you down with him, you’d nearly forgotten that your father was chaperoning you two as you laughed.
After leaving the rink and taking your skates back, you walked up a set of stairs with your father and Angus, discussing where to go for dinner when-.
“Paul Hunham, is that you?!” A man and a woman approached the three of you with a gleeful look. “It’s Hugh. Hugh Cavanaugh.”
Your father’s face fell for just a moment before laughing. “Yes! Yes, of course. Wow, Hugh Cavanaugh. Oh, how are you, Hugh?”
“Oh God, what’s it been? Thirty years?” He turned to the woman beside him. “Oh, uh this is my wife, Karen. Honey, this is Paul Hunham; we went to Harvard together.”
She smiled, shaking his hand, then yours, then Angus’. “Hello.”
“Yes,” your dad nodded at Hugh’s comment. “yes we did. Uh, wow; what have you been up to, Hugh? Still in the area?”
“Oh, uh, yes-yes I’m still in Boston. Cambridge.”
“Harvard.” Karen said proudly. “He just got tenure, statistics. He won’t blow his own horn, I have to blow it for him.”
“Okay,” Hugh said to change the subject. “what about you, Paul?”
“Oh, still teaching, we have that in common.” He nodded. “History, ancient history.”
“That’s great, that’s great. Where?”
“Abroad mostly.” Your father lied through his teeth on each word. “On fellowships. Privately funded fellowships. Universities and private academies. Mostly fellowships, you know. I’m currently posted in Antwerp. Just back here for the holidays.”
“So, are these your kids?” He pointed to you and Angus.
“Well-.”
“-I’m his nephew, Laurie.” Angus cut in, then looked at you. “This is my cousin, Amy.”
Karen smiled. “It’s nice to meet you both.”
Hugh squinted his eyes as if to see you more clearly. Then, he chuckled. “Paul, do you know who she looks like?”
Your father hummed. “I would hope me.”
It was weird to hear your mother’s full name come out of a stranger’s mouth. He went on. “Do you see it? Same nose, same hair; you are the spitting image of beauty, young lady.”
Snickering, you didn’t even think of thanking him. “I’ve been told I have more of her temper than her looks. Although, our mouths are the same.”
“I have no doubt.” He laughed. “Paul, do you remember that one time freshman year?”
“Oh yes!” Your father pretended to. “When she-it was that one time during Roman history when Nolan-.”
“-Wouldn’t call on her when she was the only one to raise her hand,” Hugh looked back at you as if you didn’t know the story from the set up. “so she fed all the boys in the room the wrong answers for the rest of the class!”
“Yep,” Mr. Hunham nodded. “even I fell victim to it.”
Hugh was the only one who had relatively been amused by the fable. “Never put you and her together.”
“A lot of people didn’t.”
The group fell into a strange silence after that. Thank God for Angus Tully.
“He’s writing a book now.” He titled his head toward your father. “Tell them about your book, Uncle Paul.”
“My book.” Your father snickered, then immediately played it off. “It’s not a book, really. Just a monograph. Nothing special.”
You decided to jump in. “Don’t be so modest, dad. It’s about, uh, cameras, right? Ancient cameras?”
Hugh hummed, a quizzical look on his face.
“What she means, of course, is the camera obscura.” Your father explained. “You know, the optical and astronomical tool that dates back to, um, the time of Anaxagoras.
“Tell him the title, Uncle Paul.” Angus went back, and you masked your smile for one of curiosity and not at the misfortune of your father.
“He’s not interested, Laurie.”
Hugh smiled. “Sure, I am.”
Sighing, Paul Hunham said with the perfect amount of enthusiasm and disinterest. “Lights and Magic in the Ancient World.”
Hugh nodded before turning back to his wife, and then to your father, clasping his hand on his shoulder. “Well, Paul, I’m so glad you landed on your feet. You look swell.”
“You too. So, swell.”
“I’m sorry about your mother, Amy.” He said to you.
Thinning your lips in a tight smile, you said. “Thanks.”
Him and Karen walked away hand in hand, but he turned over his shoulder. “And we’ll keep an eye out for your book, Paul. Won’t we, honey?”
 She nodded. Of course. Merry Christmas, Paul. Bye, Leonard and Amy.”
You all wished them ‘Merry Christmas’ as you three also left. Angus wasted no time turning to you.
“What the fuck just happened?!”
“You’re asking me?!” You matched him. “You sprung into ‘Tell them about your book, Uncle Paul!’, ‘What’s the title, Uncle Paul?’.”
“I had to think of something!”
Your father sighed. “I appreciated your efforts, but I would’ve been fine on my own.”
Rolling your eyes, you asked. “Can we get dinner now?”
“I need to pick something up from the liquor store first.”
Sighing overdramatically, you and Angus stumbled behind your father. That was when you looked at the boy beside you. “Also, Laurie and Amy? Really?”
“What? They’re like brother and sister. If I said you were Jo, then that would’ve been weird.”
Oh my god, he wasn’t even halfway through the book.
You wish you had a camera solely to capture the look on your father’s face as he turned over and stared at both of you. You wonder if that was when he found out about you and Angus.
Shaking your head, you didn’t know whether to laugh or scoff as you said. “Unbelievable.”
“What do you mean ‘unbelievable’?” Angus questioned. “Jo and Laurie get married in the end, right?”
“Unbelievable.” You repeated but smiled this time.
“Right?!”
Your father sighed as you finally made it to the store. “Look, the fact of the matter is, what happened, happened, and we should just pretend it didn’t.”
Angus furrowed his brow as you all walked in. “I thought Barton men don’t lie. Don’t get me wrong, that was fun, but you just lied through your teeth.”
He held up his hand, not having it. “What I say during a private conversation is none of your goddamn business. You’re not to judge me.”
“It wasn’t a private conversation; your daughter and I were there. Besides, he brought her into it.”
“I’m right here.” You announced yourself.
“Why’d he ask if you landed on your feet?”
Your father glanced up from searching through the shelves. “What is this, Nuremberg?”
“You’re the hardass constantly telling everybody not to lie and going on about the honor code!”
Looking up at both of you, Paul Hunham sighed. “There was an incident at Harvard with my roommate.”
You gave him a look. “I’ve never heard this story before.”
“He accused me of copying from his senior thesis. Plagiarizing.”
“Well, did you?” Angus asked.
“No! He stole from me.” Your father relented. “But that blue-blooded prick’s family had allies on the faculty. I mean, their last name is on a library, so he accused me in order to sanitize his treachery. And they threw me out.”
“Holy shit,” you breathed. “you got kicked out for cheating?”
“No, I got kicked out of Harvard for hitting him.”
Angus asked. “You hit him? Like punched him out?”
“No, I hit him with a car.”
“You got kicked out of Harvard for hitting a guy with a car?!”
“By accident,” he approached the counter, talking to the cashier. “Pint of Jim Beam, please.”
You piped up, still in astonishment. “Mom said you left because your grandma was dying.”
“She was, it was just perfect timing to go and help take care of her.” He shrugged. “But my roommate broke three ribs. Which was technically his fault, because he shouldn’t have been in the road.
“Two dollars, please.” The cashier said.
Your father took his wallet out, continuing his story. “Also, he shat himself; which was the greatest indignity.”
The cashier handed him the wrapped-up bottle. “Here you go, killer.”
You couldn’t help your laughter at the sudden statement. As the three of you left and walked down the darkened, cold roads, Angus said.
“So, Mr. Hunham never even graduated college? Holy shit, you didn’t even finish up somewhere else? Who else knows?”
“Did mom even know about you hitting the guy?” You asked.
Your father nodded. “Of course she knew! She gave me an earful on the phone the first time she called me after I left. It was only Dr. Greene who knew it after that. He’d always believed in me, so he gave me a job. Adjunct faculty: zero respect and even less pay, so nobody batted an eye, and I’ve been at the school ever since.”
“Are you ashamed at how things turned out?” Angus questioned.
“Not at all. I’m proud of my work, I love history, I married the smartest and kindest woman on the planet, I helped raise a spitfire of a girl, I love Barton. Barton is my life now. I don’t know what I’d do without it.”
“Then why did you lie to that guy?”
“Because I knew he’d relish the fact that I’m a washout and never left my own high school. And he’d probably repeat that story to everybody we used to know. So, I figured he’s not entitled to my story. I am. “
Angus nodded. “Yeah. Fuck that guy.”
“Exactly. Fuck that guy!”
“Fuck him, I hope his car slides on black ice and crashes into a lamp post.” You chimed in.
“Woah,” Angus gasped.
Your father said your name scoldingly.
“What?” You scoffed. “It was weird as hell when he talked to me about my mom like he knew me.”
“I’ll admit it was strange and unnecessary.” Your father tossed his arm around your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
He looked at both you and Angus. “But you’ll keep this quiet, right? No one is to know.”
“Entre nous, sir.” Angus nodded. “Entre nous.”
Your father nodded then chuckled, poking you. “‘Ancient cameras’. Where’d the hell you come up with that?”
“I tried my best!” You whined. After the men ceased in their laughter, you then said. “Can we please get dinner now?”
“Alright, alright.” Your father snorted. “Where would you like to go for your absolutely atrocious food concoction?”
“South Street.”
“I figured.”
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And that is where the three of you went. It shouldn’t have surprised you it was packed the day after Christmas, which was also a Saturday. It had to have been a miracle you managed to get in line only when it was starting to go out the door; a few minutes after you arrived, the line had started to curve around to the nearest streetlight.
The diner was filled with life once you got in; families pushing tables together, friends absolutely drunk off their asses laughing, even half of the staff seemed to be enjoying the sheer joy from others. Of course, a few were understandably stressed and annoyed from the number of customers and their behavior.
The three of you were soon sitting at a booth. When Angus sat close to the window, instead of sliding into the seat across from him, you took the one beside him. Leaving your father alone on the other side. To ordinary people, it perhaps didn’t mean anything; but you still felt as if it was a signal.
“I can’t believe they’re still playing Christmas music.” Your father grumbled as The Ronettes sang about a sleigh ride and he slipped off his jacket.
You giggled, copying him. “It was just yesterday.”
“I know, but still.”
“I like this song, thank you very much.”
He held up his menu as if to hide his disgust. You and the boy beside you chucked as Angus said. “I feel like I’ve been here before.”
“You don’t know if you have?” You asked.
“It feels familiar. Maybe when I was a kid?”
“We’d always come here when we’d visit Boston.” You looked at your father. “The owner gave me a free banana split when I turned twelve, he knew us so well, right?”
That managed to pull a laugh out of him. “That he did. If he’s here tonight maybe you could get a free dinner for us.”
You and Angus looked down at the menu before you, and soon enough, an exhausted waitress came by to take your drink orders and lay down silverware. Immediately, you asked for French fries and your favorite milkshake.
“There’s no way that’s going to be good.” Angus pointed out.
“Oh, ye of little faith.” You scoffed.
“That’s not faith, that’s fact.”
“What you’re speaking of is an opinion, not even a theory. If you ever want to make it in this world, I suggest you learn the different between those two before you can even begin to comprehend what an actual fact is.”
“And what is an actual fact?”
“You’re an idiot.”
He smirked despite the fact you insulted him. You also couldn’t hide your own smile. It was apparent from anyone in that room, it was not a smile of victory; it was one synonymous with the feeling inside of your chest as it felt like your own heart would burst forth like light.
Your father had felt this feeling before, so it was not lost on him.
“You seem awfully happy to have your entire statement dismantled, Mr. Tully.” He said to Angus.
The boy looked up, still with a smile but one not as euphoric. “I mean, I wasn’t that serious about it.”
“Oh, and I didn’t think you were. It just astounds me how close you two became in a matter of a few days.” He said. “Wasn’t it only yesterday you both were at each other’s throats?”
You stepped in. “No, that was the first few days, actually. I mean, we were the only kids at Barton after that, so it’s probably best we figured how to deal with each other. I guess we both liked some of the same things too, so that made it easier.”
“Yeah.” Angus nodded.
Your father straightened his gaze between the two of you, but then smiled, getting up from the booth. “I have to use the facilities; don’t go anywhere.”
“No papa,” you teased. “we’re going to go do a line of cocaine with the homeless man a few blocks away.”
“You know, I’m beginning to believe that you’re the bad influence on Mr. Tully and not the other way around.”
With that, he left the two of you by yourselves as he walked to the back of the diner. Once he was gone, you and Angus cackled to yourselves.
“Do you think he knows?” You asked, a hint of concern mixed in with delight.
“I don’t know, probably.” He shrugged, still chuckling. “Is that so bad?”
“I mean…I’ve never had a boyfriend before.” You admitted, smiling shyly.
Even though the rest of the diner was booming with Christmas music and leftover excitement from the holidays, it all fell silent between you two. The boy who was once radiated in the happiness you shared with him, now covered in a shroud of terror.
Well…in reality, he was alarmed, not terrified; yet, that is all you saw.
“Shit I-!” You realized what you had just said. “I didn’t mean-I mean, we don’t have to be together, I just meant that I’ve never had someone like me back when I’ve liked them, and even then, it didn’t happen very often-.”
“-Hey, hey.” He stopped you. “No, I’ve never had that happen either. I mean, I’ve been to all boys’ schools since I was fourteen. I think…yeah, I think I’d like to give it a try.”
“Really?” You felt the weight from your shoulders loosen as your face brightened.
He nodded, glowing with you. “Really.”
You glanced up at the bathroom door, and when there was no sight of your father, you took his face into your hands, pulling him into a kiss. It wasn’t as intense as your previous ones, but not as quick as the one you gave him outside the bookstore.
He pulled away first, and before you could say anything about it, you saw the waitress leave from the corner of your eye. She had brought the drinks, including your milkshake and fries. Turning back towards the table, you immediately picked up a fry and dipped it into the milkshake.
“Oh my god, you weren’t joking.” Angus said with no emotion behind it.
“I know I’m funny, but this I would not joke about.” You talked as you ate. “Try it.”
“No.”
“I’ll kiss you if you do.” You took another fry.
“You’ll kiss me anyway.”
“I’ll kiss you like how the French do.”
“You already do that.”
 “I’ll do something different.”
His eyes grew, and he huffed out a surprised laugh. “‘Something different’?”
“Yeah.” You dipped a third fry. “I don’t know what, but I’ll do it.”
 “Not that you have to, but fine I’ll try it.” Angus reached for a fry, then dipped it into your milkshake and ate it.
Angus’ face went through more arrays of emotions in a short time since you met him. You grinned from ear to ear. “Well?”
“Fuck off.” He tried to hide his smile as he took another fry.
“I’m sorry, what?” You taunted.
“It’s not the best-.”
“-I’m sorry, what?!” You repeated louder, and you both were talking over each other. “It sounds like-!”
“You don’t have to be so-!”
“It sounds like you actually like it!”
“You’re so loud.”
You finished with laughter, and then kissed his cheek. You returned to your milkshake and fries as Angus talked about something funny that happened back in the fall. You can’t remember what he said to this day, because a familiar voice entered your ears as it entered the diner.
Angus kept talking to you, but it was in one ear and out the other as you tried your best not to show your discomfort at the man who laughed a little louder than the rest of the people in the diner. When you thought Angus wasn’t paying attention, you glanced over your shoulder at the entrance.
There he stood; a man around the same age as your father with a woman perhaps ten or fifteen years younger than him, holding a baby on her hip, and clutching her seven-year-old daughter’s hand.
Despite what Andy Williams was singing from the jukebox, this was not the most wonderful time of the year.
Angus tapped your shoulder, and you drew your eyes away to look at him.
“Hey, I hate this song, I’m gonna go change it.” He said. You got out of the booth for him to stand, and once he did you sat back down. Only for him to then say. “Okay, scoot over.”
You frowned. “What?”
“Scoot over.”
“You didn’t even change the song.”
“I changed my mind, it’s not that bad.”
He was bullshitting you, but you scooted over anyway, and he sat beside you. “What’s going on?”
You scoffed. “You’re the one that got up and sat down again.”
“Is that guy Daniel?”
“Angus-.”
“-Tell me.”
“Is he bothering you?”
Both you and Angus looked and saw the man from the entrance stand before you with his hands in his pockets. You dropped your gaze.
“No, he’s not.”
You had no idea what you hated more that night: hearing a man you never met say your mother’s name, or hearing a man you knew too well say yours.
“If he is, just say the word and-.”
“-He’s not bothering me.” You hissed.
Angus slipped his hand into yours as you kept your eyes down, but he kept his trained on the man standing in front of him.
He sighed, shaking his head. “Look, I just didn’t expect you to actually show up.”
You didn’t say anything, so Angus did.
“Could you go? She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He ignored him, still angling on you. “Look, sweetie, you don’t have to, and I get it if you don’t want to, but I’d really like it if you came and meet them. They’re all right here now; Carol, Maria, and Frankie. He just turned one last week-.”
“-Can you just fuck off?” You finally looked at him.
He tilted his head and raised his brows before looking at Angus. “Young man, could you give her and I some privacy-?”
“-No.”
The man looked at you, scoffing. “Jesus Christ, what’d you do to make him so fucking head over heels for you? Was that the issue just now between you two? Under the counter action?”
Angus stood. “Fuck you, what’s your problem?”
You pulled on his sleeve, hissing his name and kneeling on top of your seat to try and get him to sit back down. The man continued to taunt him.
“My problem is that you don’t know what’s going on boy, and you’re being a little prick about all of this.”
“Get the fuck out of here or I’ll…”
“‘You’ll-you’ll what?’” He looked over at you. “I can’t tell if you picked the bravest or the stupidest kid to fool around with, Eurydice.”
You were always a strange child growing up. Perhaps it was that there are times in your life you picture music whenever a certain emotion arose within you.
As you heard him say that name, a name that you heard last when your mother was dying in her bed, a name that was only for her to use and her alone…You heard Danse Macabre by Camille Saint-Saëns.
You don’t even remember grabbing the stupid butter knife from your silverware, just raising it up above you and believing it would cause any harm. As Angus held you back, the man reached over you to grab your hair.
Chaos ensued for a moment in the diner as you cried out when he pulled the ribbon out of your hair, and both him and Angus engaged in a battle of expletives. Most of the diners held back and watched in shock, while only two of them came up. A man stood between him and Angus, and the wife of the yelling man pulled him away.
“Daniel, what the hell is going on?!” She hissed.
“Yes, Daniel,” all eyes fell onto Paul Hunham, who was behind Daniel. “what is the meaning of this?”
You shrunk back in the booth, Angus hugging you tightly against him as if to hide you from Daniel. Both of you stared at the scene before you.
“Paul…” Daniel nodded, standing taller and holding his wife’s hand.
Mr. Hunham nodded back. “Your Christmas went well I take it?”
“It was fine; yours?”
“Just peachy.” He gave a tight smile, looking around at everyone else. “Family matters everyone, I sincerely apologize.”
Hesitantly, the crowd went back to their own business; or they were at least good at pretending to as they eavesdropped. Mr. Hunham continued.
“Why’re you here exactly?”
“The same as you.” Daniel explained. “Dinner with my family.”
He hummed. “And you thought it wise to inform the child in the scenario but not me?”
“Now wait a minute-.”
“-I assume your wife also didn’t know about this or the letters and money you sent?”
At the mention of her, Daniel’s wife scowled. “Danny, what’s he talking about?”
He shook his head. “Hunham, you should just mind your own-.”
“-Well now you see, I can’t do that, because her mother trusted me to provide and care for her.”
It was only then did Angus Tully understand what exactly had been going on. As the adults fought, he looked down at you in his arms. It was as if it were the first time he had seen you, and it was the first time he noticed that he could not find a trace of Mr. Hunham.
The eyes he thought you had gotten from your mother stared up at him with dread, and when Angus looked back at the man seething with unspoken rage, he saw them there too.
“Look,” Paul sighed. “I don’t want to cause another scene, so let us handle this like men. You will not make contact with her again, and we can walk away.”
He took a heaving breath before responding. “Fine by me. Come on, Carrie.”
Daniel began to lead her away from your booth, but Paul stopped them. “I believe you have something of my daughter’s.”
His eyes trailed down to the ribbon in his hand. He let go of his wife to walk back to Paul who held his hand out. Instead of giving it to him, he turned to Angus, smiling. He handed it to him.
“Keep her on a short leash, boy. She’s got her mother’s mouth.”
With that, he and his wife and children left the South Street Diner. You only pulled away from Angus when he did from you. No tears had fallen onto your cheeks, but that didn’t mean they weren’t stinging your eyes as you tried to keep them at bay.
You took the ribbon from Angus only for it to hang loosely at your side. Paul softened his gaze as he began to put on his jacket.
“I think we should just settle on room service tonight.” He said gently. “I can get them to bag up the fries and let you take the milkshake glass?”
You could only nod, not wanting to look at either of the men with you. You all put on your coats in silence, and Angus, though not hugging you, hovered as Mr. Hunham spoke with the staff; both about not wanting to report the incident, and also on paying extra for you to take the glass.
It was so cold out, and everyone was so tired from not just the events of the night, but the entire day, that Paul splurged on a cab for the three of you back to the hotel.
Angus also didn’t feel shame in trying to hold you hand in front of your father; or…stepfather. You limply held his hand back, but you leaned against him as you sat in the cab, staring at the Boston Christmas lights as the city passed by you.
When the cab made it to the hotel, you led the way in a tired haze to the elevators. It wasn’t just the three of you in the elevator; there was a somewhat large family that piled in, all merry and jolly and reeking of chlorine from the pool they had just swum in.
It was as if God himself was rubbing salt into the wounds, tempting you to lick them.
When you made it onto your floor, you also led the way back to your connecting rooms. There was no ‘Goodnight’ or ‘Can we stay up just a little longer?’ to your companions; you simply opened your door and shut it in their faces.
Setting the milkshake down, you tossed off your jacket and pulled your shoes off. Collapsing on the bed, you looked down at the ribbon still in your hand…and you cried.
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jodielandons · 8 months ago
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LUPITA NYONG'O presenting DA'VINE JOY RANDOLPH's nomination for Best Supporting Actress for The Holdovers at the 96th Academy Awards
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2024 Academy Awards Best Picture Nominees as VHS tapes by @ShawnMansfield
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He used to be fine. He was better than fine. He was great. He was my dad. Then about four years ago, he… started acting strange. Erratic, forgetful, saying all this weird shit. My mom took him to a bunch of doctors, and they put him on medication. But that just made it worse. He got more confused. Then he got angry. And then he got… physical. That was it. That was the last straw. They put him away. And she divorced him… without him even realizing it. That’s why she wants a whole new life. And it’s easy to just stash me away in boarding school. Like half of us are just stashed away there. And I get it. She never has to look at me. Because maybe when she looks at me, she… she sees him. Maybe she’s right. I can’t keep it together. I lie. I steal. I piss people off. I don’t have any friends, real friends. I’ll probably get kicked out of Barton too. And when I do, it’ll be my own fault. Get sent to Fork Union and maybe to youknowwhere. And nobody will care. The funny thing is… I wanted to see him so bad this whole time. But I also didn’t, you know? Because I’m afraid that’s what’s going to happen to me one day.
The Holdovers (2023) dir. Alexander Payne
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The Holdovers (2023)
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favorite Angus Tully's quotes, The Holdovers (2023) dir. Alexander Payne
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The Holdovers (Alexander Payne, 2023)
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THE HOLDOVERS (2023) dir. Alexander Payne
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The Holdovers (Alexander Payne, 2023).
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DOMINIC SESSA as ANGUS TULLY THE HOLDOVERS (2023) | Dir. Alexander Payne
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Best Actress in a Leading Role for "Poor Things" US actress Emma Stone, Best Actor in a Leading Role for "Oppenheimer" Irish actor Cillian Murphy, Best Actress in a Supporting Role for "The Holdovers" US actress Da'Vine Joy Randolph and Best Actor in a Supporting Role for "Oppenheimer" US actor Robert Downey Jr. pose in the press room during the 96th Annual Academy Awards
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the holdovers (2023) dir. alexander payne
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THE HOLDOVERS (2023) dir. Alexander Payne
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Timothee chalamet for the working class
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The Holdovers (2023) dir. Alexander Payne
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The Holdovers was a little movie that we made in Boston, about three people that came together to form a little family.
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