Trapped with my Badass Neighbour

19. Jingling Bells

It was 2 days before Christmas Eve.

My parents, Nora and I were just finishing up the decorations for Christmas.

It was our turn this year to be throwing a Christmas party for the family.

This was literally my mum's favourite time of year because she could see all of her brothers, sisters and parents. Considering that a lot of them live overseas, so we never really get to see them much.

My family is all over the place...

We have family in England, America, Canada and New Zealand. Then there's me... still living in the same country of which I was born, Australia. But I mean I'm not complaining at all! I love it here, and all that it has to offer for me.

My mum, Nora and I have just jumped into the car to go shopping for all the essentials, before the shops close.

We were running around grabbing vegetables for the roast turkey and some bonbons. This year we were having Kris Kringle, so I left them and searched for something nice to get my Auntie Emma. She was my KK this year. I know that she loves to cook so I decided on just getting her the latest Women's Weekly book.

I soon caught up with Nora and mum, down the herbs and spices isle. They said that getting her the cook book would be a lovely gift. Mum also did confirmed that she hasn't got this book yet, so that was a relief.

On Christmas day we were having my mum and dad's sides come over, but then on Boxing Day the gang and I were going to have a little celebration together. We still don't know what the fuck to do, but I'm sure that Talia and Britt would figure out something. Because the rest of us suck in that department, they love it, and if we left this job to the boys... let's be honest they would just decide to go out and get drunk. So they were the best option.

After we eventually got back home from a nearly two hour torture of shopping, I bolted up the stairs and barged into my room. Kicking off my vans and diving for my bed.

I was so knackered that I just wanted to go into hibernation then and there. The house was so fucking hot due to the summer heat and the state of a broken ceiling fan that I staggered over to the window, sliding it open. The cool and refreshing breeze wiped at my heated body giving me a nice sensation.

I really need a new fan...

As I stood there with my eyes closed, breathing in the sweet smell of fresh air, I heard my name being yelled from Matt's house. I opened my eyes to see Matt out of his window a bit tangled in Christmas lights...

"Des can you please come over and assist me with this because I'm tangled in this shit and can't get the fuck out." Matt pleaded as he tugged at the flashing red and green lights wrapped around his shirtless chest.

"Oh for fucks sack Matt!... Fine I'll be there in a sec!" I yelled out to him as I turned around and slipped on my black vans that I'd kicked off only a few minutes ago. I didn't even bother to tie the laces, I just tucked them down the sides.

I hoisted myself out of my window and jumped onto Matt's. I climbed inside and was greeted with Matt spinning around slowly in his desk chair, still tied up in lights "I've been expecting you." He said in with a smirk. I laughed and spun the chair around. "Whoa don't spin me around, or I will assure you that I will vomit some nasty shit."

"Ewww Matt! That's fucking gross." I complained as I shoved his shoulder and became a starfish in his plain black sheets. Matt let out a loud and exaggerated sigh. "Are you going to fucking help me or not?" He asked in an agitated tone. "If I must." I rolled onto the floor and slowly made my way over to Matt. He stood up and came closer towards me. "You know I really miss kissing you." He admitted as out foreheads met, "What do you mean? We kissed yesterday." "Yeah but that's just too long of a time for me..." He wined.