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Nick took another glance at the digital clock on the night table beside his bed. 9:37 PM. He turned away, putting his head down and letting the strands of soft blonde hair fall in his face.

Everyone was so happy as they sat and mingled in the living room. It was Christmas Eve and Nick and 4 of his friends were throwing a party. Everyone was laughing and joking around. Everyone except Nick that is. He sat in his room, miserable and depressed. Nobody came to look for him. Nobody cared enough to. At least that's what he thought.

Nick got up from his seat on the bed and walked over to his dresser. He opened up the bottom left hand drawer, and pulled out a handgun. He sat back down on his bed, turning the gun over in his hands. Nick checked to see if it was loaded. Seeing the silver bullets put a smile on Nick's face. But only for an instant. The smile quickly turned to a frown as he got up from the bed and stood facing the window that was opposite his door.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Nick put the gun to his head and got ready to pull the trigger.

Just then Brian walked in the room. Seeing Nick with the gun to his head he gasped, "Nick don't!" Nick spun around to face Brian.

"What do you care?!" he snapped.

"I care plenty Nick!" Brian's heart was pounding, "Nick, please, don't do it..."

"Give me one good reason.."

"Because I love you Nick, you’re my little brother..."

"Bull sh*t!" Nick's answer was hesitant.

"NO! It's true! I love you, Kevin loves you, Howie loves you, as does AJ and many others!" Brian was becoming frantic, "Nick, please, give me the gun.."

"No."

"Nicky, please!" Brian began to sob, "Nick, please I'm begging you!" Tears poured from his pale blue eyes, Nick too, had begun to cry. "Nick, I don't know what I'd do without you...Nicky, please, listen to me.."

Nick closed his eyes tightly then opened them to look at his friend. His best friend. Who really did care.

Nick loosened his tight grip around the gun and let it fall to the floor. He then dropped to his knees and began to cry hysterically. Brian kicked the gun away with his foot then knelt down beside Nick. He took his sobbing friend into his arms and held him there tightly as to protect him.

As he held Nick, Brian thought of all the times he and Nick had been through, and whispered words of comfort to him hoping to calm him down. When the tears finally stopped flowing from Nick's deep blue eyes, Brian grabbed a tissue and began to lightly dab the stray, leftover tears from Nick's checks, and helped him to his feet.

Brian looked over to gun, that was laying by the door from where he kicked it. He picked it up, opened up it's chamber and dumped all the bullets out. Then Brian dropped the gun in the trash basket and looked at Nick who was now smiling. "C'mon bro," Brian took hold of Nick's hand and squeezed it, "We got a party to go to." He dropped his hand.

"Yeah," Nick said, "we do." And he and Brian walked proudly out into the party. Nick then, hugged everyone there and told them that he loved them. Everyone was a bit confused by Nick's gestures but hugged him back and told him that they loved him to.

Nick sat in the corner of the room and smiled a true smile. That Christmas Eve, Nick got something that Santa Claus could never give him, faith, hope, and most important of all, love.

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