Allison laughed as she recorded Kara dancing to 'Christmas' by Mariah Carey.
"I love this song!" Kara yelled. "It reminds me of Dylan." She pouted.
"Are you gonna sing it?" Jessica teased her.
"Absolutely!" Kara nodded.
She didn't miss a single word of the song. Allison recorded all of it. She made sure she sent it to Dylan. He'd enjoy it just as much as Allison had recording it.
They finished off their drinks and continued on with their nights. It was nice to catch up.
Until the next morning. Allison woke up to someone kissing her face. She groaned, rolling over. Connor shook his head. He settled on licking her face. She gasped and shoved him away. He was laughing.
She shot up and looked around her room. Kara had stayed the night and Allison did not want her to freak out. Her room was Kara-free.
"She's gone, everyone's gone." Connor told her, brushing her hair from her face. "Probably because it's two in the afternoon."
"I had a long night, okay?" She frowned, sitting up.
"I know. I heard about it." He teased, leaning in for a kiss.
"Oh, god no." She held him back. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
He rolled his eyes, grabbing her hand. "I don't care." He pressed his lips to hers.
"You disgust me." She grimaced at him.
They spent the day in bed. Allison's mom was doing all her last minute Christmas prep. She always did last minute Christmas prep.
Allison slept most of the time. Connor just kept his arm around her. She woke up around nine. They started watching some shitty movie on TV.
"Al," His voice was soft. She looked up at him. "Do you think I'll need more time?"
She gently brushed over his broken collarbone. "I think you're progressing really well, but you should wait a little longer." She told him.
"Why?" His face scrunched.
"To make sure it's healed. I just don't want to see you hurt again." She frowned.
"We'll see." He said, focusing back on the movie.
"Please don't be crazy. You're not invincible, Connor, you need to give yourself time. The doctor said eight weeks is best case scenario, and it's only close to that. Don't push it." She told him.
"You don't get it, Allison!" He screamed. Her brows raised as she sat up. "It's so fucking frustrating to be injured and kept from doing the thing you've surrounded yourself with! I've given up so many things for this fucking sport and I keep getting shit on!"
"Wah, wah, I'm Connor McDavid and everything isn't going my way." She mocked. "You're one of the best fucking players in the world and you're only eighteen, Connor! You're acting like a complete brat because of a fucking injury, a minor one! Be thankful you'll still be able to play after!"
"Minor? My fucking bone broke! That's minor to you?" He gasped.
"Compared to people who break their necks and end up paralyzed? To, to the people who die from head trauma? Yeah, this is really minor." She chuckled.
"Do you even fucking care about me?" He laughed.
"Right now, no." She flipped her blanket off her as she stood up. "You're being a fucking jerk."
"Forgive me for being worried!" He called after her.
She stopped at her bedroom door. "I'm worried too!" She screeched. "That's why I told you to wait until you're fully healed! But your big, fat, thick skull is fucking empty!"
She slammed her bedroom door shut behind her. She stomped upstairs and into the living room. Her mom wasn't home so she was alone. Connor didn't come check on her. She was glad. She probably would've punched him.
She laid on the couch, texting everything that had happened to Taylor. She couldn't talk to anyone else about it. No one else knew about what was going on with her and Connor.
Allison slept on the couch that night. She woke up with a pillow and blanket from her bedroom. That made her angry. He didn't need to try to be nice. She didn't want to be okay with him. But she was going to have to go get ready in the same room as him.
She showered in the main bathroom instead of her own. She walked into her room in a towel and her bedding. Connor was laying on her bed watching TV. She threw the bedding at him.
"Did you sleep alright?" He cleared his throat.
"Nope." She popped her 'P'.
He didn't ask her anything else. She did her routine. She moisturized before she got dressed.
She dropped her towel right in front of Connor. It wasn't like he had never seen her naked. She grabbed underwear and a bra and put them on. She had her back to him the entire time. He was watching her. She was naked, of course he was watching her.
She started going through her clothes. She decided tights and a wool sweater were good for Christmas Eve drinking. She slid them on and sat at her vanity to start doing her make up.
Connor watched her do that too. She didn't care. It was Connor. He didn't bother her. Except when he was being an idiot like he was last night. She huffed at the thought of it.
"Are you really gonna ignore me all day?" He whined.
"I'm trying to." She stated as she rubbed her primer on her face.
"Why do you put so much crap on your face?" He asked, standing up and walking over to her.
"To look good." She made a face as she said it.
Connor watched her. She poured some foundation onto the back of her hand and then started patting it on her face with her beauty blender.
To him, it just looked like she was rubbing face paint on herself with a sponge. He picked up her foundation bottle and started reading it.
"So you put face paint on to look good?" He spoke as he read it.
She growled, taking it from his hand. "If you're gonna be an asshole, just go home." She hissed.
"Hey," He leaned down to kiss her. She turned her head away from him. "I'm sorry. I just don't get make up." He breathed, kissing her jaw.
"You don't get anything." She exhaled. "Just let me do my make up and go get ready yourself."
"What am I getting ready for?" He furrowed his brows. "I'm not here as your boyfriend. I don't need to impress anyone."
She noticed the tone in his voice. She turned and looked at him in disbelief.
"Was that a shot?"
He shrugged. "I guess." He said as he started taking his clothes out of his bag. "I have to act like we haven't spent the last three months together tonight just because you don't want your friends to yell at you. It's weird."
"I wouldn't have to worry about that if you hadn't kissed your ex, so." She mocked his shrug and stood up.
"Allison," He sighed, running to stop her from storming out. "I don't want to fight with you tonight." He said, rubbing her shoulder.
She glared up at him. "Then stop talking to me." She shoved him away, walking over to her vanity again.
