To: Cassiope@gomail.com
From: Ash10@gomail.com
Subject: There is a chance this ends with me swimming in a frozen lake
Cass,
I have been so, so wrong about a particular individual in this town.
He doesn't hate me! This news makes me happier than I have any reason to be. Or do I?
Mr. Tall, dark and grumpy and I have made a wager. I bet I will make him fall in love with Christmas this year, and if I do, he's joining the Polar bear dip on January 1st. If he doesn't, I'm the one taking the dip. He no longer hates me (never did, apparently), but he's still a grump, so I've got my work cut out for me.
At the very least, I will have stuff to post on instagram this year. I won't look quite as sad and people can stop whispering about me and my sad life without the-reason-I-think-some-animals-need-to-be-castrated. Fleeing to Miska gave them enough reasons to call me a coward, but I'm going to show them.
I will have a picture perfect Holiday season, with the help of the best looking man in Miska. (We haven't negotiated terms of his face appearing in the photos with me. So those bragging rights might be contained to Miska.) I've got to start planning.
No one will ever know I actually spent the whole holiday completely alone, with a fake instagram boyfriend. No, an unwilling Christmas participant. No, a Holiday tribute. No, a stubborn acquaintance. That sounds most accurate.
How pathetic am I? Don't answer that.
I predict this can end one of 2 ways:
1) I have fun, get over a bunch of shit, have awesome instagram photos again, and he falls in love with the magic of Christmas
2) I end up in the lake on January 1st. Shivering and neglected, never again leaving the shadow of my humiliation
What could possibly go wrong?
YOU ARE READING
Can't Love Christmas
RomanceA young woman tries to escape her past by moving to a new town and bets a renowned Christmas-hating local that she can get him to fall in love with Christmas. 85-90,000 words
