"Hurry up, bro!"

I sprint as fast as my embarrassingly short legs can carry me. Even at the speed that I'm running, my brother is still faster. "Wait up, Jacob!" I yelp. All I see in front of me are more and more people shoving each other around. I sigh, and sneak past a woman who's pushing a baby stroller and, like magic, the wave of people part.

"Bro?"

I hear my brother's unmistakable deep voice in front of me. "Jacob!" I find the taller boy standing in front of the huge Macy's building, looking at a leather jacket that's 30% off in the window. I hug him, happy to finally see a face that I know. Whenever I'm around the older boy, I feel more protected by him, like his presence scares off other Black Friday shoppers.

"Did you get lost again?" He asks me, wrapping his arms around me.

"More like you went ahead of me, leaving me in the dust." I mutter.

"Sorry, bro, but I need that designer leather jacket!" Jacob exclaims, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the huge store.

Soon, I find myself alone in the Macy's, even though I'm surrounded by people. Jacob, you did it again, my brain tells me. I roll my eyes, trying to ignore that nagging feeling that tells me that Jacob is trying to get rid of me. "Jacob!"

"Are you okay?" A boy with white hair and a red fedora walks up to me. "Who's Jacob?"

"My stupid brother." I whisper.

The white-haired boy smiles. "You don't like Black Friday very much, do you?"

I shake my head. "I keep getting lost."

"I can tell. I can't really relate to this scenario very much, but I can help you find your brother." He smiles at me.

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"Jacob!" I run up to my brother, who's paying for the leather jacket and about fourteen other jackets.

"Where were you?" He exclaims.

"Right where you left me!" I yell. "This always happens. You try to take me out Black Friday shopping, we go into a store, you leave me behind, and some stranger has to help me find you!"

The older boy sighs and just walks out of the store, leaving me standing there, in tears.

The boy with white hair, Nicholas, wraps his arm around my shoulders and makes a face. "Some people are just idiots." He mutters, then turns to face me. "Now, listen here, buddy. I have to get back home, but you don't have to keep following your brother around everywhere. Just find something you want to do. Don't listen to your brother." He kisses me, smiles, then runs out the door.

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This works for both Thanksgiving and Black Friday. It was Thanksgiving narrating the story, and Black Friday was his older brother. The white-haired boy will appear in another oneshot. Maybe.