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"Well, you grew up in Manhattan, didn't you? Ergo, city boy~" Ellery laughed as he explained, reaching out to poke Fredrich's arm as he called Fredrich a city boy again. "Oh man, I'd love to see you at my grandparent's ranch back in Oklahoma. You're so manly here, in your element, but at the ranch, I bet I could kick your butt."

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"Come with me, then, and I'll show you," he said in reply. "I'll bet that, if put up against each other, I could finish all the chores and still have time for a nice glass of lemonade and a dip in the creek before you're even close to finishing!" He reached out to poke Fredrich's shoulder, smirking. "And I'd do it all in a hat and boots, too!" His claim was twinged with a light, almost undetectable accent.

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"Cocky for a reason, city boy," laughed Ellery in reply, sticking his tongue out at the man and waling alongside him. He almost froze at the sounds of family, but continued on, trying not to let his spark die. But it still hurt, remembering all those Thanksgivings back home, with Basil and Lock fighting, Anna in the kitchen with Stepmother, cooking, and Father and he drinking a light beer int he living room, yelling at the football game as if the players could hear them. Shaking away the memories, Ellery walked a bit faster. "I'll bet you can't even ride a horse."

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"If you think you have the time," he said, taking off the coat, his gloves, and his jacket. "I'll probably be up cooking all night so that we'll have everything finished in time for tomorrow's late Thanksgiving. Would you mind stopping out for a minute and getting everything? Oh, and get a large turkey and a smaller one, just in case." Ellery reached into his coat and pulled out a notepad and a pencil, checking off several things. "I was thinking that you and I have a mini-Thanksgiving tonight, just to keep with tradition, and tomorrow, we invite everyone and have a family get-together before I go on tour. I already called Liam and he said that he'll talk to Cameron and Julian, Lock's busy with interviews and all that, so he and Ethan will be staying in Korea with Ethan's family and celebrating there, and Daniel should be home by tomorrow afternoon. Does all that sound alright?" He set the notepad down and started rolling his sleeves up, looking to Fredrich for approval.

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"Haha, really funny," he called out as Fredrich left. Ellery walked over to the door, locking it. He stood still, staring at the knob in thought. That kiss... He tried to get it out of mind, but he couldn't. In one moment, he'd discovered so much about himself and how he felt for Fredrich. It was like he was incapable of denying it now. What else could he do but suffer back in silence? Ellery walked back to the couch, picking up the coats and carrying them to the closet. He hung up his own first, smoothing down the front before hanging up Fredrich's. Unable to stop himself, he leaned in and held the fabric, still warm from its wearer. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the scent that was purely Fredrich's, then ripped himself away, shutting the door and leaning on it. What was he doing? Was he trying to break his own heart? No. No, things couldn't happen this way. He had to leave. He had to get out of there!
Ellery walked into the kitchen, starting to prep for the full night's work he was about to instigate. The tour was finally close, and that would be nearly two weeks of no Fredrich. He could handle Lock, now that he no longer loved him romantically, but could he handle so long with Fredrich or Daniel? Yes. he had to. "Damn it!" he cried, slamming his fist onto the marble counter and bowing his head. Why couldn't things ever be simple?

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"I'm right here!" answered Ellery as he walked in from the bedroom, holding his left hand up to his chest. "I accidentally cut myself while cutting up vegetables and was looking for a band-aid. Couldn't find any, though." He reached for a couple bags with his uninjured hand, looking through them and smiling. "This is perfect! Thank you!" He scooped up a few bags, carrying them into the kitchen while holding up his bleeding finger in an attempt to stop the bleeding. "Can you find me a band-aid so I can keep cooking?"

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"If you're sure," he said, holding his hand to his chest before walking off to the bathroom. It look a little over five minutes to locate the band-aids and get it on, but soon enough, he walked back into the kitchen, ready to cook. "You don't have to help, you know," he said, reaching both hands up to tie his hair back. "I'm used to cooking by myself. Besides, there are football games on, aren't there?"

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"Oh? And what teams do you like?" he asked, pulling out the ingredients needed for stuffing. "My grandfather always liked the Cowboys and the Sooners, but mostly because of the colors. Never knew a thing about the game. He only watched it because my grandmother loved it. It was always nice to see them both yelling at the television, only one of them knowing why." He laughed near the last, tucking his hair behind his ear. "Did you have any traditions?"