Isabella
Christmas. The time of year for spending time with family, friends, and getting fat. Three things that I cannot do.
Being a model is all about maintaining a perfect body, size, and weight, meaning I'm forced to be a vegetarian by my agency. I'm made to spend the holidays eating vegetables and tofurkey. Yay.
I have no family. Well, technically I do, but I avoid them at all costs. They hate me and I hate them, simple as that.
Friends are an unknown luxury too for me. I don't go to school. My only friends are Cameron and Maya, who I met on the red carpet.
You probably get it: my life sucks ass. Get over it. It's harder than it sounds.
"Bella, the neighbors are here. You ready for caroling?" Cameron asks me, taking my hand.
I can't sing for shit, but I go with him anyway, "Yeah."
"Are you okay? You seem upset. Remember you can tell me anything."
We've been dating for five months now, he's my first boyfriend, and I just struggle to be open with him because of my past experiences in friendships.
"I'm okay. It's just hard, my first Christmas without my parents." I tell him, smiling weakly.
He knows all about what they say and do to me, so I don't go into depressing detail about it.
We head outside and sit around the fire with his family and neighbors. For once I feel comfortable, like Libby and Victor are the parents I never had.
The clock reads 11:59 and we finish singing Christmas In Los Angeles.
"Alright, everyone. Have a great Christmas!" Cameron's parents say bye to all the neighbors and people start leaving, taking my energy and holiday spirit with them.
Maya jumps up with something behind her back, "Wait! One last thing!"
Everyone stops and stares at her as she holds some sort of plant over mine and Cameron's heads.
Just my luck. Mistletoe.
"Do I have your permission, Miss Carpenter?" He chuckles, tucking a strand of my red hair behind my ear.
I don't answer him, he doesn't wait for me to either. He puts his hand under my chin and brings my face to his, pressing his lips softly onto mine, letting Maya have a fangirl attack next to us.
Cooing adults make me cringe when I realize I just kissed my boyfriend in front of his parents and about 20 of his other friends. My face probably looks like a tomato.
"That was a pretty good gift, if I'm being honest." He adds, putting an arm around me.
Cameron isn't my first kiss, but he's the first kiss that mattered.
I look back up to the clock. 12:00am.
He pecks my lips again, leaving my stomach doing backflips and my heart having some type of cuteness breakdown, "Merry Christmas, beautiful. I love you."
Maya squeals. I laugh.
Christmas just got a little bit better.
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11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story
Fanfiction'She wished for me to be happy, but never felt the emotion herself. I was all she had, Bonnie, and she was my everything. Now that she's gone I have no interest in relationships. I don't hate you, okay? I just don't know how to like you.' *** WARNIN...
