Confessions of a Teenage Rebel (OLD)

18.Confessions of a Teenage Rebel-Christmas With The Strikers

Hehehe, I have imagined this chapter in my head sooo many freaking times!! More than any other chapter ever! It's the Christmas chapter!!! XD Hopefully it will be longer than all the others... but oh well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see!

WARNING!! This chapter has some kissing action... nothing TOO serious. But if your offended by it, SORRY!

18. Christmas with the Strikers

Confession #18: I love old, cheesy cartoons.

When Christmas finally rolled around, I boiled up a cup of hot cocoa and marshmallows, and sat on my couch, staring at the place where our Christmas tree should be. But there was no tree. Just another blank spot in my life.

Josh and I had planned to hang on Christmas, but ever since the fight, we'd become completely anti-social with each other. So I was stuck alone on Christmas. No gifts. No nothing. But I could still enjoy the Holidays, right? I didn't need people. I could survive on my own.

I grabbed the remote and turned the T.V to cartoon network. I was sure that there would be some old corny cartoon to watch. Even though I was a senior in High School, I still loved all the classics. Tom and Jerry, Looney Tunes, and even SpongeBob.

For some reason they'd just never gotten old to me, even when I'd seen the same episodes 20 times. It was just so nice to escape reality for a half an hour, and pretend to be a worry free child again.

At about 11:30, I started to dose off, incoherent thoughts rushing through my mind.

I should've been scared out of my wits about the stalker, but Josh wouldn't hurt me. And now that I'd figured it out, surely he wouldn't continue on with it. Or would he?

I was in a state between awake and asleep when I heard the doorbell ring. It jolted me awake, my whole body alert and ready for anything. I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

I got up and walked towards the door, peeking through the window to see that it was just Matt. I quickly opened the door and ushered him in, not wanting to let the cold air in.

"You look comfy," he chuckled, taking in my appearance. I was in a shirt three times my size, and a pair of old sweat pants. I must've looked quite unappealing.

I blush. "I look a hobo," I say, making him laugh again.

"You don't look like a hobo," he reassures me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. His lips lingered on mine for longer than I'd expected them to. I pressed my body against his, deepening the kiss. And then he pulled away.

"Are you afraid of making it to second base with a girl?" I ask him jokingly, grabbing his hand and lacing my fingers through his.

He chuckles. "No," he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. "I just don't want to ruin us by going too quickly."

Just that one sentence made my insides flutter. "So you're alone on Christmas?" He asks me, becoming sympathetic.

I shrug. "I was supposed to spend the Holiday with Josh, but...." I trail off.

"But?" He asks.

My eyes fill up with tears. I bury my head against his chest, not wanting him to see me cry like this. It feels so stupid and childish, even though I know it really isn't.

He pulls me over to the couch, and sits me on his lap, letting me cry until there are no more tears. When my eyes dry up, he asks "Will you tell me what happened, please?"

I shrug against him. "We got in a fight. But I think it's him, Matt."

He hugs me close to his chest, and kisses me gently on the forehead. "Whether it's him or not, you know I'm not going to let anything happen to you, right?"