Accidental Christmas Miracle

28.

Christi

I snuggled closer to the source of warmth and a small smile placed itself on my face. However, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was not my gray walls but instead the walls of the guest room and half of a sleeping face.

Instantly I was fully awake and shot up to a sitting position, my face aflame. Memories of what happened last night flooded back into my mind.

Well, nothing really happened. Miracle got drunk and I took her home.

Beside me, Miracle mumbled something, groaned and then turned over, pulling the covers over her head.

I chuckled softly, my face seeming to cool down on its own.

She then slowly rolled back around, her eyes wide. Quickly scrambling to a sitting position, she pulled the covers around her in a way that I guess gave her some comfort.

"What are you doing in my room?" She asked me.

"You don't remember?" I decided to answer with a question instead of giving it to her  straight.

Something I'm not. Ha.

My jokes are still terrible.

She shook her head and then winced. "No. But my head is pounding." She told me, clutching her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

"Ah. That would be because you took a fancy to a certain punch at the party. Did no one ever tell you that at least one person- if not more - spikes the punch?"

"That would explain a lot." Miracle said. After a pause, she gasped. "Oh my god. I didn't do anything crazy, did I?!" She asked me with wide eyes.

I laughed. "Nah, not really. Nothing worth mentioning other than the fact that you are so adorable when you are drunk." I smirked at her, making her blush some.

"Yes. And you two are adorable when you're asleep." Dot said, making us turn towards him and causing my face to get a bit hot.

He was leaning against the door frame, looking quite smug while Meg and Jules held up their phones that were opened on a picture.

Although, what the picture was of I didn't know.

"Shh. Talk quieter." Miracle told him, clutching her head again.

"This is why you don't drink a lot when you're lightweight, Miracle." Meg whisper-scolded her.

Mom then came into view behind the three of them and scolded the trio, telling them to leave us alone and let us wake up.

When they were gone, my mom gave me barely a glance as she immediately asked Miracle if she wanted anything for her headache.

Miracle nodded so fiercely that I was afraid that she had turned into a bobble head.

There goes my sense of humor again. I swear, I need to get myself some new comedy writers.

Oh wait, that's me.

My mom left as quickly as she came and I looked at Miracle again.