Mistletoe
It was Christmas, a time of year people would be with their families. but this year I was alone. Hurrying through my work and sorting out my new house is unquestionably tiresome. This Christmas I was asked by one of my colleagues, duncan. He asked me if I wanted to spend Christmas with him, and as most of his time was spent working. He was located in a block of flats, near his job he was in the same boat as me.
Duncan is a jerk, a real jerk but one of the most admirable people I know. So when he asked me to spend Christmas with him I was more than startled but still, I was content with his request. While I sorted out my makeup I imagined sitting at a cramped, confined table with his girlfriend, inspecting my every move like a hawk. The Silent judgements of my gifts and appearance. I shook myself back to life. It will be fine.
I straightened up my hair and applied my fiery red lipstick.
I wandered to his flat on the fifth floor, I inhaled a large breath. I knocked the door, I saw it open and a festive gentleman with a blond chaotic Maine of hair. "Hey kimothy. Merry Christmas!" Duncan said giving me a warm large bear hug to break the tension. "You too dunc!" Suffocating in his tight grip. I pondered in to the decorated living room with my sac of presents placing them under the tree. "So where's your girlfriend?" I questioned reclining my weight on the the sofa. Duncan glared at me sharply and shrugged. "Duncan, what happened?" Duncan sat down in a near by wooden chair. "It was September..when she got tied up with work and the stress of keeping a relationship, paying rent was too much." I shuffled over to him as he looked up at me. "I'm happy kim, I have the Yogscast, my friends in Devon and...you." He smiled and looked at the clock. Duncan got up, I glanced up at him, as something else came in to view. My eyes became fixated above. Duncan also stared at the mistletoe, suspended by a piece of thread. "Du-duncan why did you. Put that up?!" I nervously giggled as I felt my stomach wrench with butterflies that did backflips. I turned away. "So are w_" Duncan grasped my wrist as my body fell in his arms. As he removed a strand of hair out of my eye and held my flushed cheek. I felt my breathing get harsh and my heart accelerated. As his face drew near to mine "Merry Christmas kim.." Duncan whispered in my ear, I closed my eyes as he lifted up my chin and kissed me gently.
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أدب المراهقينIt was Christmas, a time of year people would be with their families. but this year I was alone. Hurrying through my work and sorting out my new house is unquestionably tiresome. This Christmas I was asked by one of my colleagues, duncan. He asked...
