Dream Boy

Chapter Six

Saturday December 24th (Christmas Eve): Last minute Christmas shopping, mall day!
Sunday December 25th (CHRISTMAS!!!): Christmas it upppppp!

"No way. He was about to kiss you? I am the worst best friend in the whole world." Taylor slouches down in the passenger seat, and I sigh as we turn out of the Rainette's guest driveway.
"No, you're not. It's okay."

The rest of the party had been fun. We got to eat triple chocolate cake, and then I somehow managed to try three cupcake flavors and four cookies. How I didn't explode, I don't know. Taylor had grabbed my arm, and pulled me away from Evan towards the dessert. I looked back, apology in my eyes, and he just shrugged. It was almost as if he was saying, "hey, maybe another time." Oh, I do hope so.

During my sugar fest, Christian complimented me on how much food I can consume (thanks, I guess?) and then proceeded to ask me for my number. So I guess the night went better than I expected. Except, he's not the boy I've been dreaming of. But maybe, just maybe, that's how it's supposed to be.

"Sarah! You just drove past the turn!" Why do I have to have such a vivid, distracting imagination?
"Oh, shoot. Sorry. Let's just go this way. We can go Christmas light seeing!" Turning a negative into a positive--that is why I have such a vivid imagination.
"Okay. Turn onto that street there. I can see the glow reflecting off the pavement." I put my blinker on, and turn onto a street lined with beautiful colonial houses.
"Wow. This is so pretty. It looks like it belongs in a Christmas movie!" I slow the car to ten miles per hour, and we creep along the street, gawking at the beautiful homes.

"Hey, is that Christian?" I look past Taylor's finger to where she is pointing.
"I think it is. He must live there?"
"Wow. Impressive. You should marry him. Maybe he'll inherit his parent's fortune."
"Taylor!" I roll my eyes.
"What? I'm just saying."
"Oh no. Did he just see us? Is he walking over here? No no no no--"

"Roll down the window!" I sheepishly grant his request, and roll down the window so that he can talk to us. "What, couldn't get enough of me?" He smirks, and I shake my head. "Did you follow me home?"
"No, no!" I respond too quickly, causing his smile to quiver slightly. "No, I mean I missed a turn, and we decided to go Christmas light seeing while we were out here."
"Uh-huh. Good story." I gasp, wanting to smack his sarcasm away, and he just smirks.
Taylor clears her throat. "Hey, lovebirds. It's getting late. Remember, we have to be home by midnight." I blush, and playfully smack her, satisfying my desire to smack Chris.
"Ooooh, sounds like Cinderella. You have to give me your shoe." Chris holds out his hand.
"What?" I stare at him, bewilderment in my eyes.
"Give me your shoe, so I can come find you again, like in the story. You know--"
"I know, I know. Fine, here's my shoe." He smirks, and then leaves, waving goodbye with my black heel in his hand.
"Well, that was strange."
"Maybe he has a shoe collection?"
"What, from all the girls he's flirted with?" I receive an eye roll from Taylor. "Whatever. Let's just go home."

"Girls! It's 12:03. You are three minutes late!"
"Mooooom."
"I'm kidding, only kidding. Did you have fun?" I roll my eyes at her stereotypical mom questioning.
"Yes, we had a lot of fun. And a lot of cookies. I'm stuffed and tired. Tell you more tomorrow?" With that I start heading towards my room, but Mom notices what I am rushing to hide.
"Where is your left shoe?"
"Oh, um--"
"I have it in my bag, she was driving barefoot and only grabbed one back before running inside because she was cold and couldn't wait another second." I shoot Taylor a thank you with my eyes.
"Okay...well, I'm going to bed, so see you in the a.m.!"
"Goodnight mom! Love you!" I give her a quick hug.
"What? A one armed hug? Is your other arm in her bag too?" I shake my head at my giggling mother.
"Oh, you're so funny. Goodnight." She shoots me a smile and heads up to her room.
"I love your mom."
"You do, Taylor? Why don't you be her daughter instead?" We laugh and head up to our room.