Chapter 6: Christmas Lovin'

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Claire's POV

I'm home alone and it's a lazy Saturday. I've been in bed all day drinking hot chocolate while watching Christmas movies. Lazy saturdays are awesome because i can stay in my sweats all day. Christmas is the best holiday ever, at least in my opinion. Five minutes into the movie 'Christmas Cupid' and I hear a knock in the door.

Reluctantly, I get up and answer it.

"Hey, Claire," Keaton says and smiles.

"Hey, Keaton. What's up?" I say, sort of confused that he's at my door.

"Wanna come over and hang? Wes and Drew are out and I'm alone." Keaton asks nervously.

I smile and reply,"Sure, hold up."

I get my sweater and come out.

We head upstairs in silence, it's not an awkward silence though, it's a comfortable silence.

"So, want to watch a movie?" Keaton asks and plops down on the couch. He motions for me to sit next to him and I plop right next to him.

"Sure, what movies do you have?" I ask, hopefully he has Christmas movies.

"Um, well, I have The Notebook, Dear John, Titanic, Fireproof, The Amazing Spider Man, Die Hard, The Expandables 2, White Chicks, The Lovely Bones, Training Day, LimitLess, The Pursuit of Happiness, Monsters Inc., Finding Nemo, Toy Story, The Dark Night Rises. Most of these movies are my mom's though, I have no clue how they got here," Keaton says while blushing.

I laugh when Keaton blushes, which causes him to blush even more.

"What's so funny," Keaton asks with an adorable smile.

"It's cute when you blush," I say, blushing myself.

"Oh," Keaton says," So, Die Hard? It does have Christmas in it..."

"Die Hard? I love that movie. I know it's all action filled and it's weird for a girl to like it, but I love it," I say and find myself talking to much.

Keaton laughs,"That's hot," and winks at me.

It's my turn to blush. He puts the disc in the DVD player and the main menu of the movie pops up.

"Hold up, going to go get some popcorn," Keaton says and runs to the kitchen.

He comes back with a bowl of popcorn and puts it in between us. He presses play and reaches for the popcorn bowl. Coincidently, I reaches for the popcorn bowl too.

Our hands meet inside the bowl and I quickly take it out. I slowly turn around and look at Keaton. He's blushing! Then, I do the boldest thing I've ever done, I grab his hand from his lap and intertwine my fingers with his.

He looks up and stares at me. We make eye contact for a while. I smile and he kisses my cheek.

~*~

Jessica's POV

I run to Claire's building, tears in my eyes. All I want is to talk to Claire, she understands me. I get to her apartment and I knock, no one answers. I go up to Wesley, Drew, and Keaton's apartment in a desperate attempt to find Claire. I knock and there's no answer, but the door opens a little. I open it all the way, slowly and I see Claire and Keaton, asleep and holding hands. AWW! This makes me forget why I'm crying. Oh, right I was crying. I still can't believe my uncle died. I just saw him this summer when I went to visit him in Germany. Sad or not, I have to take a picture of this adorable cute site.

*Click*

*Flash*

"What's going on?" Keaton asks in a sleepy voice while waking up.

"Yeah what's up?" Claire asks while looking over at me.

"You guys fell asleep while holding hands. I thought it was cute, so I took a picture. In fact, I just uploaded on twitter. You guys should get some notifications soon." I say and smirk.

"Ugh, whatever. Hey, babe? Why were you crying," Claire asks with a concerned look on her face.

"Uncle Tommy died," I say looking away. I hear Claire's footsteps and she embraces me in a hug.

"It's okay, wanna go to my place and talk about it," Claire asks.

"Yeah," I barely whisper.

"What's up guys?" Wesley says as he enters the apartment with Drew behind him.

Oh, crap.

I hide behind Claire, but he still sees me.

"Hey, were you crying?" He asks as comes up to me. He hugs me from behind and places his chin on top of my head,"What's wrong?"

I turn around and wrap my arms around his torso,"My uncle died," I say in between sobs.

He kisses me forehead and says,"Don't cry. When you cry I feel like crying."

-Authors Note-

Sorry, I had to repost this chapter.

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