Nova is a recent law school graduate, clinging to her dream of becoming a sports lawyer through an internship with New York City's NHL team, hoping she can land a full time position. One problem though, the captain of the hockey team is someone she...
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"Merry Christmas!"
Lennon comes flying into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around me in a hug and nearly knocking me over as I refill my mug with coffee. Some of it splashes onto the floor, but I hardly notice it, returning her hug. The only reason holidays are still somewhat enjoyable are because of the excitement Lennon constantly has for them. With her around, I can never stick with my plan to be miserable all day, she would never let me get away with it.
I envy Lennon for her ability to always have a positive outlook. She never lets anything get to her, having the confidence to not care what anyone else thinks about her and I often find myself trying to strive for that ability, though I'm constantly lacking in it.
Chuckling, I say back, "Merry Christmas to you, too. You're never not going to act like a kid on Christmas morning, are you?"
She smiles, giving me one last squeeze before releasing me, "Nope, where's the fun in that?"
I grab another mug down from the cabinet, filling it with coffee and handing it over to Lennon who is sitting on top of the island in her fuzzy holiday pajamas and matching slippers. She truly never does anything half-assed.
"Not that you need it, but I know you'll have one anyway."
Lennon snatches the mug from my hands, as if I would actually refuse her the caffiene.
"Thanks. What do you want to do today?"
I smirk, "Pajamas and holiday movies all day?"
She jumps down from the counter, dancing around with her coffee, "Yes, please! That sounds like a dream compared to what I would have been doing with my parents."
I know that Lennon has a difficult relationship with her family, but I was surprised she didn't want to spend the holiday with them and instead decided to spend it with me.
"Are you sure you don't want to see them today? It's not too late to go to their gala."
Lennon's mother is an infamous fashion designer, and every year on Christmas, she hosts a holiday event, to which only the most prestigious members of New York's high society are invited. I've gone a few times, Lennon pulling some strings and bringing me as her plus one instead of Brady. I can't deny that I'm not too fond of it, everyone looking down their nose at you as if you're nothing and competing against one another for who has the most money and biggest reputation.
"Absolutely not. I put my foot down this year, and I won't be changing my mind. I hate that gala."
I chuckle, nodding, "Just making sure. Let the movie marathon commence."
I know there must be a story there, but I don't push her. If she wants to talk, she knows I'm always here to listen. That's always the type of friendship we've had, being there for one another even if we can't express our emotions.
