'Cause everybody's got somebody who's got their name on a shelf

His knuckles firmly pressed against each other, the green and red sweater almost too hot. Perhaps it was just his mind being paranoid but he couldn't help but wonder: What if everyone changed their minds about him? What if they weren't coming anymore? He had been waiting... What? Forty minutes? One hour? And not even Charles had showed up? It surely must be something wrong with-"Edwin!" The firm voice of his father took him out of his mind. "Dear boy, stop wasting time by the window and go help your mother and Phyllis on the kitchen." Edwin made a face; one his strict but dear father knew how to interpret immediately. "Stop worrying about Charles. You know deep down he couldn't leave you for the life of his." Once again, mister Payne was right. "I already told you what to do."

Or, Edwin invited his friends to the Payne's Christmas party! However there's just one he's actually waiting for, and he's so overwhelmed he'd rather lock himself in his room.