Nathan
I cannot believe that Zola got drunk off of Hennessy. I should have taken the bottle with me.
"I have to go".
"Can you stay with me pretty please?" She said while caressing the side of my face.
"Bello".
"You know I never know why you always call me Bello instead of Zola like everyone else".
"And you call me Adams so I say we're even," I said putting her hand back on the bed.
"I call you Nathan sometimes".
"I have to go".
"You always avoid my questions".
"Because they are stupid ones".
"I overheard you two by the way".
"What do you mean?".
"Your mom said you don't have feelings for me anymore. So when did you have feelings for me".
Fuck. I didn't know she overheard that.
"Oh. I meant I never had any feelings for you".
"But that's not what she said".
"Yep. That's what she said. I have to go. I told your parents that you got sick so that's why I had to take you home so hopefully you do remember this".
I got up but Zola held onto my jacket.
"Bello. You are making this so much harder for me".
"But can you stay with me for 5 minutes".
I let out a sigh and sat back on the bed and held her in my arms.
"Even though you smell like alcohol, you still smell like vanilla".
"It's probably one of my hair products".
"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?".
"But I can't sleep because you didn't answer my questions".
"Bello. I am not answering your questions".
"But just one".
"No".
"Come on".
These questions are going to lead to very awkward places so I rather not.
"If you close your eyes and sleep, I'll tell you one".
"Okay".
10 minutes went by and Zola was fast asleep. Finally.
I wedged myself out of her embrace got up and went back to the party.
While I was driving, I thought back to Zola's question about why I always call her Bello.
If she only knew of the impact that it makes when her name rolls off of my tongue.
I got back to the party and everyone was still dancing and drinking.
"Is Zola feeling better?" Zola's mom asked me.
"Yeah. She's sleeping now".
She nodded her head and continued dancing.
I poured myself another alcoholic beverage and found somewhere to be by myself.
I then got a message and saw it was Zola. She fell asleep like 20 minutes ago.
Bello👺
You left me ☹️
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The Grump Who Stole Christmas
RomanceZola Bello is a 22-year-old writer who decides to spend Christmas with her family to get inspiration for her new book that she is currently writing. Nathan Adams is a 23-year-old who is the vice president of the marketing department for a software...
