Double Take [Sequel to Bound]

31. Christmas Miracle Pt. 2

okay, yes, i'm probably the worst human being on this planet for disappearing on you guys for 3 damn months. i'm so, so, SO incredibly sorry i haven't been active on updating anything--i feel super shitty about it. i've been working on this chapter for so long only for it to come out not as good as i hoped for it to be, but i swear, i'll be writing more.

my writer's block slump had worsened and i was just in no mood to write whatsoever. honestly, to tell you the truth, all i've been doing for the last 3 months is binge watching Austin & Ally and The Office. yeah, it's the only disney show i still watch and cry over because i fucking love Ross and Laura, and Jim and Pam from The Office make my life too.

that's all i've been doing. writing didn't inspire me at all so i was a bit rusty when i began working on this chapter.

again, i am SO sorry. i promise i'll make it up to you with better chapters.

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Chapter 31—Christmas Miracle Pt. 2

Klara's POV:

When I tell people that I'm adamantly against relationships, most of them come to the conclusion that the only reason I dislike the thought of being in love is because I had somehow been hurt in the past that set me in this mindset. But, in all honestly, I simply didn't care for them. They never appealed to me, just for the fact that I didn't want to deal with the hardships of it. It was a pathetic excuse, I know, but when you're in a relationship with someone, you'll end up either breaking up with them, or marrying them. Why stress through it?

I see people in happy relationships, and I'm glad for them, but I just don't want to take part in that. Most couples annoy me, merely for the fact that they're so in love and just want everyone around them to be in love—it grossed me out. You're happy with someone, I get it, just don't try to shove that down my throat.

My parents' relationship, if I'm being honest, is one of the rare ones I don't mind seeing. The way they got together, their story, is unconventional, but it worked for them. Sure, they came together under tragic circumstances—under Grandma Klara's death—but they fought through it and after a few hardships, fought for each other. To this day, I still see people on the Internet and magazines talking about my parents and their bond, and I feel proud because Leah and I were the result of that.

Now, love is a strong word—a strong emotion. You can't just go around throwing it and saying it to whoever you want. I've only ever said I love you to my parents, sister, very close friends, and fans. I'm very picky with who I say it to, and don't take it lightly—I'm guessing it has to do with the fact that I just don't do relationships.

But here I was; standing on end of my living room as my eyes watched this boy from school—this boy I never really acknowledged until Leah brought him into our lives. He stood talking to Aaron, Wyatt and Christy, a happy smile on his face and a glass of eggnog in his hand. I'd never admit this out loud, but he looked good wearing jeans and a simple navy blue sweater. I hated it.

Inhaling sharply and feeling the tendons in my neck tense, I mentally debated on whether or not to walk over and talk to Vin. Leah was busying conversing with Dylan, Talia, and Riker, meanwhile all the adults in the room were doing their thing. Even Joshua was busy playing with his toy truck on the floor. In a room full of people, I was quite literally a fly on the wall.

"What're you doing here all by yourself?"

I stood straight, looking to my right to see Mum staring at me with a raised brow. "Uh, nothing," I cleared my throat lightly, fixing the hem of my black and red dress as I shot Mum an unconvincing smile.