The Matthews were known as nice, quirky, and just plain perfect. But even they have their secrets, and their biggest one is me.
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Hi! I'm Delilah Matthews. The "troubled child," the "bad girl," the Matthews' darkest secret. Every "bad...
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"Merry Christmas!" Lucas cheered handing me a gift box. "Lucas..." I growled, "I thought we agreed no gifts." "No, you agreed no gifts," he booped my nose, "I have to get the perfectest gal in the world a gift, it'd be a crime not to." I kissed his cheek. "And now I feel bad I only got you a candy cane and a card," I pouted. "Don't be," he waved it off, "you being my girlfriend is the best gift I've ever received." I fake vomited at that.
"That was the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," I laughed. "Hey!" He whined. "Remember when you told me to let you know when you were too cheesy?" I asked. He nodded cluelessly earning a look from me. "Oh," he realized. "It's okay, it's cute, I'm just not used to it," I admit. "So what I'm hearing is, I'm your first boyfriend," he squealed. I raised an eyebrow at him. "First one that counts anyways, though you're not my first kiss, Kenny Parkinson beat ya to it," I informed him. "Stupid Parkinson," he muttered. I laughed at his reaction.
"Glad to see you're amused by my hatred, now where shall we go?" He asked. "Anywhere, I've been dying to leave the house," I answered. He took my hand and we walked along the street. "No 5 + 5 is ten which means 5 + x is ten because x = ten," I explained. "Except x = ten so 5 + x = 15," Lucas explained. I stood there for a second absolutely gobsmacked. He laughed and I laughed too. "I'm horrible at math," I told him. "Yea, I'm starting to get that," he said with a raised eyebrow.
"Now come on, open it," he urged. I laughed, "Aren't we supposed to wait til Christmas like good boys and girls?" I asked teasingly. "Yes, but I'd like to see you open your gift," he argued. "Alright Mr. Impatient, here we go," I said opening the gift to reveal a charm bracelet. I gasped, "Lucas," I cried. "Oh no, did I do something wrong?" He asked, "I can take it back we can exchange it." I shook my head, "It's perfect, it's the most perfectest Christmas gift I've ever received," I informed him.
He kissed me right on the lips making me blush as we continued walking down the streets. It's Christmas Eve Eve and Lucas and I were spending all day together because tomorrow we were going to be with our families. "I think this is the best Christmas I've ever had," I informed my boyfriend. "And it's not even Christmas Eve yet," he laughed. "I know right," I agreed. We kept laughing until we made it to fiesta where we spent the rest of our day before reluctantly going to our respective houses.
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"Honey, this is my first year hosting the holidays," Topanga started, "is your mom gonna go easy on me?" "You want comfort or truth?" Cory asked. "Comfort," she answered. "It's gonna be hideous," Cory said. "She said comfort," I told him. He rolled his eyes, but still hugged her while repeating his earlier phrase. I groaned. My father is an idiot. Riley started going on about how she needed Christmas to go well for Maya and I scoffed. Why does Riley get her friends when Auggie and I don't get to have ours over?
