It Started With Pub Golf - Chip

Chapter 7: I'd Love To

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--Ella's Pov--
Kelsey and I wrap up a video for our channel before dramatically falling onto our couch, "why did that take so much longer than I should have?" Kelsey asks as I stare at our camera sitting, in the tripod.

"Cause it kept shutting off again. Hopefully, we have semis decent clips," I complain flipping off the couch onto my feet. I grab the memory card and my laptop off the table, "Is Arthur still coming over tonight?" I ask turning my head to see her walking over.

"I was going to head to his place. He offered to drive me to the airport," she says taking a water bottle from the fridge.

"I'm excited for you," I tell her as I hit pause on the video clips.

"You know you can still buy a ticket and come with me right? You're basically family and spending the holidays alone isn't the same," she says trying to convince me for the hundredth time.

I shake my head and lean back in the chair, "I'll be fine. If I get bored I'll just go to a bar or get Chinese food," I tell her with a soft smile.

"Alright. I should probably finish packing," she says walking to her room, "When were we uploading this?" She asks before shutting the door.

"The goal is by Christmas Eve. Which gives us....what four days?" I ask not sure what day it is.

"Yeah. That's dope. Just send me the finished clips and then I can add all the other shit," she says as I give her a thumbs up.

After a couple of hours of rewatching our lips and lazily posting them together, Kelsey walks out with her suitcase, "my car is waiting downstairs," she says as she walks towards the door, "I'm gonna miss you even if it is for only a week," she says making me laugh.

"Have a good trip and text me when you land," I tell her. She nods her head giving me a big hug before running to the hall closet. She grabs a square-shaped gift and puts it in my hands.

"Open it after I leave. Merry Christmas Ella," she says before walking out. I stare at the box in my hands and wonder what's inside. I sit down on my bed slowly unwrapping it seeing a black box.

I rip the tape off and open it seeing a picture frame. It's a picture from last Christmas when Chip, Kelsey, and I went to the mall and got a picture with Santa. It was right before the mall closed and we were all drunk. I'm still surprised that he didn't end up puking on Santa's lap. A small note falls from the wrapping paper, written in blue pen says: text him it's Christmas.

I put the note back down, picking the picture up. I fall back on the bed and stare up at the photo. We were all so happy. Our cheeks were still red from the cold air when we went outside to see if the car was there. That poor Santa didn't know what was coming. I take my phone off the nightstand and stare at Chips contact. His contact photo staring back at me. Why did I let him pick the photo? I click on our messages and type out a message. It must have been twenty minutes before I decided in a simple.

Hey

I stare at the delivered under the message nervous for when it changes to read. I walk into the kitchen again and grab my laptop and camera before getting comfy in my bed. My phone lays abandoned at my side as I try to ignore the growing pit in the bottom of my stomach. I see a small notification at the bottom of my screen. He uploaded a video. I log onto YouTube and click on the thumbnail. It's a video of him and the guys doing a Christmas themed challenge video.

Halfway through the video I check my phone seeing a text from him.

Hey

Oh god? How do I respond to that? I'm overthinking everything? When did texting a guy get so complicated?

Are you going home for the holiday?

That's simple and easy....not too dry and not too nosy. We used to talk everyday...this shouldn't be so nerve wracking.

No, I'm going back after the new year. What about you?

Same. Would you want to spend Christmas together? Unless you're doing something else than that's cool

I run my hand over my face trying not to cringe at how much of a loser I am. My heart drops when I read his next message. This is the answer I was hoping for but I can't help but feel like I made a big mistake.

I'd love to