Have A Christmas.

Chapter Eight: You're friends with the Christmas lady?

Author's note:

Sorry this chapter might seem shorter. Technically I shouldn't be on the computer. Magic Pineapple is lucky I got on to type. I hate typing on my phone.

Anastasia

I finished putting on my lipstick and smiled into the mirror. I had twisted my hair up into a bun on the top of my head and was wearing and "ugly" Christmas sweater. The sweater had a cat on it with bells around the neck. Black leggings and grey ankle boots finished my outfit, I thought I looked pretty cute. The doorbell rang throughout the house and I sighed.

"Door's open!" I scream.

I hear the door open and someone walk in,

"I hate you, I hope you know that!" Ignacio's voice carries though the house.

"You love me Ignacio just admit it,"

"In your dreams short stop. In your dreams," He says. "And where are you?"

"Bathroom! I''ll be out in a second!" I call as I pick up my phone from the bathroom counter and turn off the lights.

I walk out of the bathroom and close the door behind me to see Ignacio standing by my Christmas tree.

"You know most people have a picture of their family in their house," He says looking around on the walls.

"Well, I am not most people," I say quickly.

"You are hiding something short stop,"

"Nope,"

"Yes you are,"

"No."

"I'm not going to stop until you tell me something,"

"We don't take family pictures," I say.

"Suuuure," He says pulling out the sure.

"Why don't we get ready to leave?"I ask.

"Cause I don't want to go,"

"It will be fun Ignacio."

I look down and see that his arms aren't covered with his sleeves like they normally are. Intricate tattoos and designs swirl down is arms.

"You have tattoos?" I say to him.

"Yeah,"

"How? Did they hurt?" I ask, fascinated.

"Eh, not really," Ignacio says, acting tough, "It's just a needle,"

"Why do you have them?"

"They're cool. Plus I may or may not have been drunk," he mumbles the last part.

"Oh my golly, you were drunk?"

"Yeah. I'm 23, what do you want from me?"

"I'm 22, but I'll never drink," I vow.

"Sure you won't," 

We just stand there for a bit, me still looking at the tattoos running up and down Ignacio's arms.

"Ready to go?" He asks me, breaking the silence.

"Yep!"

I start to walk out the door with Ignacio on my trail.

Ignacio

How did I let her drag me to this party? I'll probably end up staying in the kitchen the whole night while she goes off and makes new friends. What'll happen if she makes new friends, anyways? She'll probably forget about me in the meantime.

"Why are we walking to a party halfway across town?" I ask her, rubbing my arms to keep warm.

"Well, neither of us have cars. Plus, I hate public transport. It's so dirty and there's a bunch of shady people on there," she says.

"What happened to loving everyone?" I ask, jokingly.

"I can still love people and call them shady. It's like how you insult me but actually love me in secret,"

"What is it with you and trying to make me love you? Are you that obsessed with me?" I ask.

She just starts laughing and I join in not too long after. We continue to walk along as it starts to get dark. There's only a tiny bit of snow on the ground left from the snowstorm a couple days ago, but it's still cold. 

Even if I don't like Christmas, I still admire the lights. They look very pretty at night along with the snow. Well, it's not night. Technically, it's 6 PM, but that's about the time it gets dark this time of the year.

"I think we're here," Anastasia says.

I look to the house that we're standing in front of. It's a pretty big house with Christmas lights across the gutters. There's a tree in the window and some decorations in the yard.

"Well, let's go then," I mutter.

We walk up to the door and Anastasia rings the doorbell. Some drunk guy opens the door and welcomes us in. As soon as we walk in, I see an elf with some beer bottles around it. At least someone has a sense of humor.

Before we get too far into the party, I see someone I know, Braxton. I worked with him for a couple of years at the pet store before he got a job at a different store. I still hung out with him sometimes if there was nothing else to do. I guess we could be considered friends.

"Ignacio! I didn't expect to see you here, dude!" Braxton yells, walking over to me.

"I didn't expect to be here. Short stop over here," I point to Anastasia, "dragged me along with her,"

"Oh my god, you know the Christmas lady?!" He says, "Everyone in town has heard of the Christmas lady. She's like a town celebrity because of her Christmas decorations and personality,"

"Wait, really?" Anastasia butts in.

"Yeah, dude!" Braxton yells.

"That's pretty cool. I'll see you around, Braxton," I say as I walk into the kitchen.

Anastasia runs in behind me. I lean against one of the counters and she stands in front of me.

"Is he your friend?" She asks.

"I guess you could say that. We hang out sometimes," I say.

"Oh, well that's nice. I thought you didn't have any friends,"

I laugh a bit at her, "You're my friend,"

Her eyes widen bigger than I've ever seen them.

"OH MY GOLLY REALLY?!" she screams.

"Yes, yes. You don't have to yell,"

"Oh my golly, Ignacio!" She says again before practically jumping on me and pulling me into a hug.

I don't fully reject the hug. I kind of hug her back, but with less then half the force of which she's hugging me. After a little bit, I could've sworn I felt my shoulder become damp where Anastasia's face is.

"Are you crying?" I ask her while laughing.

"Yes I am. I'm just really happy," She mumbles into my shoulder.

I laugh a bit more and here a mumbled "Shut up" come from her. After a while, she pulls away and I let go of her. she looks at me for a second before saying,

"We are at a party. Come on, Ignacio, let's go dance!"

Before I can say anything, she has a hold of my hand and is dragging me into the main room. We ended up dancing for a long while until the party died out and we walked home. We went back to my house because Anastasia's is a good ten more minutes away and it had started to snow.

"Thanks," I say once we get back inside.

"For what?" Anastasia asks.

"For dragging me to the party. I would have to be lying if I said I didn't have fun,"