Lost Titles is a collection of short stories that celebrate diversity in writing with stories of several different genres, sub-genres, lengths and styles. Whether you enjoy Romance, ChickLit, Teen Fiction, Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Mystery, Paran...
A/N: This is a submission to 'Holiday One Shot/Short Story Contest' organised by talkthepoc. The prompt was to write a story an interracial friendship or love story set around the holiday time. Along with this prompt is merged another prompt, which was to write someone learning about/celebrating a new holiday, with a spin put on it.
I hope you enjoy this story! Thanks for reading! :D
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It's The Spirit That Matters!
[Genre: General Fiction, ChickLit, Romance]
The last day of college before the commencement of winter break was spent being restless and impatient by most students and for Saisha, it was no different. She was drumming her fingers softly on the wooden desk in front of her as she stared at the balding man—who stood at the podium giving a lecture to uninterested students—with furrowed eyebrows. Her puckered lips would move to take a new shape every few seconds as she rolled her tongue inside her mouth, seemingly finding that to be the most interesting thing she could do in that moment.
Saisha's phone buzzed on the desk and she quickly grabbed it, making her fellow peers sitting beside her give her a glance, since they were equally as bored as her that a simple buzzing couldn't go unnoticed.
Wyatt turned back to look at his professor while watching from the corner of his eyes as Saisha—rather giddily—replied to whoever had texted her. The gleam in her eyes and her hidden smile told him that if she could, she might have just danced around the room because of her happiness. Despite himself, he felt slightly jealous of the girl in that moment.
In the three semesters that they have spent being friends, he came to know Saisha well enough to know that it wasn't a boy's text or an announcement for a sale that got her this excited. No, it was the fact that she would finally be going home that brought this smile to her face. And Wyatt was jealous of exactly that. The thought made Wyatt pull out his own cell phone and promptly go to the photos.
"Hey," Saisha whispered to him, elbowing his arm gently as she leaned over to glance at his phone—she was nosy like that, so Wyatt had learned. "What are you looking at while looking so forlorn?" she asked him, pulling at his hand so she could get a better view of his phone. She smiled once she did and took his phone from him, scrolling the screen to the right to see the next picture. "This looks beautiful!" she commented, making him smile at her.
"Yeah," Wyatt said softly, matching her low voice to not gain the professor's unwanted attention. "My sister sent me the pictures today. I wish I could be there with them to help with the decorations," he continued, looking down at the picture which was of the christmas tree his family had put up in their living room.
