To: Cassiope@gomail.com
From: Ash10@gomail.com
Subject: How can I be a damsel in distress, without actually being a damsel in distress?
Seriously Cass. It happened again.
The universe must be playing a joke on me. There is no way that every single time we try to do something together we get interrupted.
Is he setting up emergency outs like people do for first dates? Why keep hanging out with me if that's the case? I refuse to believe this is happening naturally!
This time he left me to go save some woman who, by the sound of it, had a pipe burst in her house. His solution, offer up his place.
I don't know what to do now. I've been in his place. It's a one bedroom. There's not much extra room for someone else, unless they sleep on the couch.
But is he going to make the pretty woman sleep on his couch? Unlikely.
Also, he clarified that we were friends today. Just friends. It didn't hurt as much as seeing him with another woman did. I'll blame the shock of it for my reaction. He eased me into it, buttered me up with hot chocolate and made sure I was comfy on his couch before he told me.
We really don't have much time left before Christmas, but I really want to do some baking. If he can taste all the deliciousness, that's got to help convince him to love the holiday. He's got a huge sweet tooth, so I feel like that's basically my best chance. It's my hail mary.
But will he cancel on me because he's with Brittany?
Only time will tell. If he does, I'm just going to bake anyways. The gingerbread in the kit I bought was truly shit. So was the icing.
Why didn't I make it from scratch like we used to do? Oh right, I didn't have you here to make it with, and it's just not the same.
Ash
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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
