Have A Christmas.

Chapter Two: Are you wearing eyeliner?

Anastasia

"PERFECT!" I shouted at boy. 

He had really black hair that was spiked all around his head. His eyes were black, it wasn't a natural color, I could tell. The clothes he was wearing were all one color scheme- dark colors. He doesn't like colors I guess. 

"So um, hi. My name is Anastasia! I'm new here, love the town by the way. So what's your name, what is your favorite Christmas cookie, what is your favorite Christmas song, why are your eyes so dark, OH MY GOLLY ARE YOU WEARING EYELINER!"

The boy sends me a shooting glare and I smile back at him. He stands there in silence not moving at all. He puts his hands up to face and covers one of his eyes with his finger, while his hair covers the other.

"OH MY GOLLY YOU ARE!" I scream at him.

He stands there in silence with a blank look on his face. It was almost as if he was trying to block the world out from his face. Was I being too forward? I don't think I was. I had never met a person who was so silent and so stoic all the time. Maybe he was in a contest to see how long he could go without showing emotion. That would be dumb though, and it would be during the Christmas season. His glare broke my train of thoughts and I was annoyed with him.

"Excuse me?" I say to him putting my hands on my hips and staring at him. 

He sighs loudly and continues to glare at me. I start to tap my foot on the snow covered ground to the tune of Jingle Bells. His eyes move from my face to my feet as if he can make me stop doing it. 

"What is your problem? I know you can talk," I say, almost mean. 

I pull my hands up to my mouth and tears start to form in my eyes. I was being mean, I probably ruined his day. Oh my golly, I am an awful person. Tears start to roll down my checks and I probably look like a mess. 

"Ugh, fine. Just stop crying for f*ck's sake," The boy says.

I wipe my tears on the sleeve of my coat and try to pull myself together. The wind started to blow harder making chills go up my spine. I take a long sip of my Peppermint Mocha and grin at it's taste. The boy looks at me with angry eyes and sighs loudly again.

"Ignacio," 

"What?" I say, almost missing him saying the word.

"My. Name. Is. Ignacio," He spits out at me. 

"Excuse me, Ignacio, what is your problem. I am just trying to spread Christmas cheer and merriment," I say and wave my hands in the cold winter air.

"I'm just trying to spread Christmas mother f*cking cheer," Ignacio says, mocking me.

"What is your deal? Could you at least answer my questions?" I retort back at him. 

"I don't feel like it," He says coldly.

I gasp, there is something seriously wrong with Ignacio and I was going to find out. I stepped closer to him and he started to back away from me. I run towards him and start to circle him. I pick up his arm and examine it. 

"Get your f*cking hands off me woman!" He screams.

"OH MY GOLLY, YOU DON'T LIKE CHRISTMAS DO YOU?" I scream.

"TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH TO FIGURE IT OUT!" He screams back. 

Ignacio

Oh my god. This girl is a nut case! Absolutely insane. There's got to be something wrong with her because there's no way she can just be like this all the time.

"HOW DO YOU NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS?" She screams at the top of her lungs, making people stare at us as they walk by.

Two adults, screaming at each other about Christmas, outside a pet store with a banner that says "F*cked Up Pets". Life is very weird.

"It's stupid. People obviously made it up just so that they could have gifts without having to buy them," I say to her, rolling my eyes and starting to walk away.

I take a deep breath as I see the girl go running past me. She stops in front of me and I look down at her before just walking around. I, surprisingly, get pretty far before I hear loud footsteps behind me. I don't turn around.

Suddenly, I feel a weight on my back. I scream a bit before falling on my face. I groan as I roll over and push something off of me before sitting up. I look over to see Anastasia laying on the ground next to me. I sniffle and wipe my nose to see blood.

"Nice going, short stop," I growl at her.

"Well, I expected you to be stronger than that," She says, in an almost hurtful manner, before saying, "OH MY GOLLY! I'M SO SO SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU OR YOUR FEELINGS!"

I wipe my nose on my sleeve before standing up.

"You scream really girly, like," She says while giggling.

"You scream really loudly,"

She gasps for a second and I give her a questioning look. 

"You're crying!" She says, really loudly.

"I'm not. Don't you know anything? You get your nose bashed into your skull and your eyes will water!" I yell, before groaning at the pain in my face.

"Your makeup is running down your face," She says, trying to wipe it off.

I swipe her hand away before she can get any off.

"How do you get this stuff off?" She asks, looking at her fingers and then back at my face.

Fingers. Face. Fingers. Face. Fingers. Face. Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.Fingers. Face.

"STOP!" I yell, "Enough. That's enough,"

"What was I doing? Oh my golly, I was being annoying, wasn't I? I don't know why I'm so annoying, it's just the way I am and have always been and will always be andIcan'thelpitandpeoplegetmadatmeforitandIdon'tmeanttobeannoyingit'snotlikeIwanttobeannoyingitjusthappensand-"

I cover her mouth with my hand and sigh as she continues to talk. After a while, she stops talking and looks at me. I stare at her for a bit before taking my hand off of her mouth.

"You got some blood on your face," I say in monotone while pointing at her face.

She doesn't even say anything. Instead, she jumps and hugs me. I stumble forward a bit because she has a hold of my neck and she's about seven inches smaller than me.

"You DO actually have a heart! It's just three sizes too small! Like the Grinch, which is actually my favorite Christmas movie of all time! Sure, it's old and you know the story after one time and even if you haven't seen it you know the story but it's just so good," 

"Oh my god, stop. Please, stop talking about Christmas," I say, whining a bit.

"But... but what else will I talk about then?" She asks.

"I don't know. Now, I'm going home," 

I start walking away, but turn around a bit when I feel someone tap on my shoulder.

"I'll see you around? I must," Anastasia says.

"Maybe, now bye," I say, giving the slightest wave so that she'll let me go.

"BYE BYE!" She yells from behind me, "AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

I groan at her mention of Christmas and continue walking towards my home. I shove my hands in my pockets and put my headphones on and stare at my feet until I reach my home. My beautiful black house. Probably the only one in the area. I step inside and take off my jacket and go to the bathroom to wash the blood off my face.

This is going to be a long ways until Christmas if I really do see that girl again.