Mistletoe

Prologue

I clenched my towel beneath my arm as I ran across the lawn. A cold breeze blow across my bare legs, making me shiver. I look around me, no sign of that ass. I clench my towel tighter and run faster across the snow covered lawn towards my house. And BAM! The lights in my house goes on and I have to duck beneath bushes. Damnit. The bushes scrape at my skin and a puff of air appears in front of me. I hold my breath and wait for the lights to go off. After what felt like forever, they lights go off and I continue to run across the grass and towards the backyard. I inspect the wall I have to climb to get to my second story bedroom window, which I thankfully left open. I tuck the towel in even tighter and start climbing the plants that grew against the side of the house. The towel started slipping.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I climb faster. I reach my window just as my towel got stuck on a plant.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I struggle with the window, feeling how the towel is slipping even more. I can't let go of my hold on the window, otherwise I'm going to fall. My window edges open slowly, and my towel falls off and flutters to the ground.

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

I slip into my bedroom and shut the window. Shivers run down my entire body and I rush towards my closet. I grabbed and hoody and a pair of tights. I pull them on and curl up on my bed, waiting to die of embarrassment.

Now, let me tell you how this all happened to me. It's save to say life always needs a piece of mistletoe, a bad boy, a best friend, and a group of guys at a Christmas eve party that your parents have organised.

And when you get one to many beers in, life gets a little blurry and you do things you never thought you'd ever do, and hear of it the next morning because you can't remember what happened.

Lucky for me I live in a small town.

My name is Milly Roth and this is my most embarrassing and most epic adventure ever. And it all started when we got new neighbours.

Okay, it's not so lucky anymore to live in a small town.