Dilemma

Early Christmas Present

Woo! The sequel's finally out! I hope you enjoy it as much as the first book.

:)

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Home.

I haven't been there in almost seven years. The last time I was home was the day of the funeral. I guess I felt that there was no reason for going back after mom was gone.

I was reluctant when Jess called and practically begged me to come home for christmas but Logan convinced me to do so. Hence why I'm currently trudging through the thick blanket of snow covering the driveway freezing my butt off.

God it's so cold!

"Stupid keys..." I mutter under my breath as I rummage around my bag for my house keys. "Aha!" I exclaim as my fingers graze their cold metallic surface. I pry them out and quickly unlock the door before my fingers start going numb.

A gasp escapes my lips as I step inside. It's like I've gone back in time to my senior year. Every thing is the same; from the pictures hanging on the walls to the warm aroma that welcomes you when you step inside.

"Wow..." I look around in awe.

"Beth!" Jess' voice tears me out of my reverie. She squeals and embraces me in a tight hug. I giggle and hug her back.

"Hey Jess." I say, smiling. She pulls away.

"I thought you weren't going to come." She says.

"I didn't want to but I'm glad I did." As I look around once again I realize that I've missed home more than I ever imagined.

"Where's loverboy?" She looks over my shoulder in search of my new beau but finds nothing.

"He's catching a later flight. He's at his mom and dad's, it's their 30th wedding anniversary." I explain.

She smirks. "Your future in-laws."

"Yep." I put my purse down and shimmy out of my coat and hat.

"Go put your bag in your room. I'll make us some hot cocoa and we can catch up." She states. I grin and nod.

"I'll be right back." I tell her, picking up my bag and purse from the floor. My heart flutters as I climb the stairs en route to my room. "Oh my God..." I whisper as I open the door.

It's exactly how I left it. The walls are still that familiar, now faded, shade of purple that I remember picking out when I was 6, as if it were yesterday. One of the walls is covered in pictures to the point where the faded purple is barely visible. 90% of the pictures are of Drew and I; as tiny newborns all the way to our very last days of high school and of our relationship. The other 10% are of mom, dad and I. My favourite hangs right in the middle. It's of my mother and my father. She's dressed in white from head to toe and is sporting a smile so big I'm sure her cheeks ended up really sore that day. He looks extremely handsome in the black Armani suit and bow tie he's wearing. Yes, my father wore an Armani suit on his wedding day. Even though he has his lips firmly pressed against her cheek, the huge smile on his face is quite evident. Their faces are glowing with happiness as are their eyes. I let out a puff of air through my mouth. I sure do miss them.

My bed is still covered in the quilted patchwork comforter mom made me before I was born and the old dresser I would sit at every morning for a good 15 minutes is still situated in the right corner of the far wall of my room where I left it. The white paint that covers it is beginning to chip, after all, it is almost 20 years old. The lilac curtains mom hung over my balcony doors when I was six are still there, blocking the little sunlight that remains in this cold November afternoon.