Have A Christmas.

Chapter Five: You could give someone a seizure with those lights

Anastasia

I couldn't get the last thing Ignacio said to me out of my head as I decorated my own house. I was standing on a chair trying to hand a snowflake from the white ceiling. I heard a sharp knock on the door and I fell down from the chair. I quickly stand back up and dust off any stray tinsel and paper off my skirt as I walk towards the door. I opened the door and a gust of clod December air hit me in the face. Standing on my front porch was Ignacio holding a box of tinsel and ribbon. My heart broke.

"How did you find my house you stalker?" I whisper.

"It was the one with the most Christmas decorations. Hard to miss actually," Ignacio says as he adjusts his grip on the box. 

"Come on in," I say and hold the door open for him. 

He walks in and places the box of tinsel and ribbon on the floor. Ignacio stomps his black shoes off on the front rug. 

"You could give someone a seizure with those lights," He laughs, and then proceeds to choke. 

"Oh my golly, Ignacio don't choke. I don't know the Heimlich!" I scream at him. 

Almost as soon as the words left my mouth Ignacio started to choke more and a wheezing sound came out now. 

"Don't die, your my only friend here," I say to him.

As he pulls himself together he looks at me with a huge smile on his face. 

"I would have said 'do you have asthma or something?'" Ignacio said as he picked up the box. 

The large and oddly shaped box was thrown at my face and I caught it sideways and everything fell on the floor. 

"You are an idiot," He states. 

"Why did you bring all of the decorations back?" I asked him, quietly.

"The cats could eat them. Were you not at my house all day yesterday when they almost died?" He asks me as if I am stupid.

"No, I was," I said quickly.

"Do you have coffee?" 

"Um, yes," 

"Black?" 

"Yes?" I said, hesitantly.

Yesterday I had made him some coffee and he drank all the coffee in his house. I'm not sure I want him to drink mine.

"Does the coffee have to be in a black mug?"

"Preferably, yes," he says as he looks at pictures I hung on the wall.

I start to make coffee as Ignacio wanders around my house like I did to mine.

"Why do you have three Christmas trees in the same room and pictures of Christmas trees?" Ignacio asks. 

"Why is everything you own black?" I counter.

"Fair point," 

Ignacio

"Your coffee maker is old," I comment, walking into the kitchen.

Everything in her house is decorated with green or red tinsel. There's no way a cat could live here without throwing up tons of times. Which is obviously bad because you would have to clean it up and the poor cat.

I feel my backpack wriggle and I make a quick effort to calm it down. That's when I hear a meow from the bag. Anastasia whips around and looks at me.

"Did you just meow?" she asks.

"No. Of course I didn't," I say, trying to keep my bag under control.

Once again, you hear a meow and a little head pops out of the bag.

"Did... did you bring a cat to my house?" Anastasia asks.

"Um... um..." I stutter.

I grab Boo out of my bag and hold her while Anastasia stares at me in disbelief. She looks from me to my cat multiple times before opening her mouth to say something. Then she closes it and starts laughing at me and the weird look on my face.

"You have a problem," she says while still laughing.

"No I don't," I counter.

"You shoved your cat in your bag, went to my house to drop off the tinsel that it couldn't eat,  and then walked in and expected her to stay there the whole time,"

"But what was I supposed to do! Leave her at home?"

"YES! That's what cat owners do!"

"But she wanted time alone,"

"How do you know that? Do you talk to your cat?"

"Yes,"

She stops and looks at me.

"So, you love two things. Cats and coffee,"

"Yes. What else is there to love?" I ask.

"CHRISTMAS!"

"NO!"

"YES! IT STARTS WITH A C LIKE CAT AND COFFEE DO,"

"BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME C,"

By now I have this ridiculous smile on my face and Anastasia has tears in her eyes from laughing. Both of us just stop talking to stand there and laugh. A couple days ago, I would've been very annoyed with her right now.

She, all of a sudden, collapses onto the floor and laughs harder than she was before. Only now do I realize how hilarious her laugh actually is. It's pretty contagious, so I started laughing soon. After a while, we were both laying on the floor laughing.

"STOP IT! MY CHEEKS HURT!" I scream through laughter.

Both of us calm down and lay there for a while. We don't talk about anything, but we just lay there. That is, until Anastasia screams.

"SHE'S STANDING ON MY BOOBS!"

"Ew, tmi,"

"You're a guy. Shouldn't you like boobs?" She asks after pushing Boo off of her.

"Not your boobs," I say, mocking disgust.

"But everyone is beautiful and we should all recognize the beauty in mankind and how great every person is and how it's on the inside that counts like you and how you look mean and scaring but are just a normal guy obsessed with coffee and cats and-"

She starts wheezing and collapses back onto the floor.

"Short stop, you gotta learn to breathe when you talk," I say, staring at her while she gasps on the floor.

"I usually do,"

"But I take your breath away," I say, flipping my hair, fabulously.

She starts to laugh and buries her face in her hands.

"No. That's not it," she says.

"Well then why?" I ask.

"I just get so excited when I talk about things that I'm passionate about that I forget to breathe and it turns into one giant sentence and-"

"You're passionate about talking passionately?"

"Yes. Yes I am,"

"Well, good for you, short stop, good for you,"