I'll Be Home For Christmas

Must Be Some Misunderstanding

~Amy

      In the car ride to the hotel I was staying in, Mark occupied my thoughts with his confident smile and kind chocolate brown eyes. I was lucky I had an idea of what to wear to dinner. I figured I'd wear something casual, like my long sleeve white blouse since it was cold and jeans with my black boots. When I arrived, I sifted through my belongings I had brought with me in my suitcase, picking out my outfit before taking a quick shower. I was wearing black skinny jeans since I liked them better as I dried my hair, putting on a little silver ring for decoration while applying some makeup before hopping back into the car, driving to the address Mark had told me

When I knocked on the door, I could hear a bark emanate from inside, meaning that Mark had a dog. "Hey." He cracked the door open, opening it up wider when he saw it was me. "Come on in." He invited, closing the door behind me. He was wearing a suit without the jacket, along with a red tie that matched his hair. "I made chicken and dumplings." He gestured to the pot sitting on his stove, delicious smelling steam swirling from it. "I've never had that before." I admitted as he pulled out my chair for me. I nodded in appreciation as I sat down, watching him take my bowl and fill it up. "Are you from around here?" He asked politely. I shook my head no. "I live....lived, in Boston as a graphic designer." "Cool!" He exclaimed, setting down my bowl of food in front of me. "Thanks!" I took a bite. Immediately I felt warm and comfortable, the chicken taste filling my mouth. "What brings you to LA then?" He sat down across from me. "I honestly don't know, just trying to look for a job I guess." I shrugged after swallowing. "What do you do?" I countered. "I'm a YouTuber, I mainly play games by myself, but I also do little skits with my friends." He answered. A golden lab padded into the room, tongue lolling out as it sniffed me. I giggled as I petted its soft fur. "That's Chica." He smirked watching her lick my hand. She quickly seemed to get bored as she laid down at Mark's feet. His gaze shifted over to my hand, his smile faded. "What's up?" I inspected my hand as well I didn't know what he was so upset about. "I think you should go." He advised, getting up from the table, startling Chica as she whimpered. "Mark-" "Please." His eyes that were humor sparked now were filled with hurt. His voice had also gotten softer to the point herd I almost didn't even hear what he said. I walked to the door, taking one glance back at him. He had tore the tie off, wadding it up and throwing it on the couch. I turned back around and left, feeling confused as I drove back to the hotel

~Mark

        At first I was worried when Chica entered the room that Amy was allergic to dogs or just disliked them, but it turns out that I was wrong. She gushed over her, letting her sniff and lick her. I was smiling until I saw something shiny on her finger. A diamond ring. She was probably married, and here I was having dinner with her. "What's up?" Her smile changed into a concerned expression. "I think you should go." I deadpanned, standing up as a knot formed in my stomach. I honestly wanted her to stay, but since she was married....I wasn't going to be the kind of guy to take a guy's wife from him. "Mark-" "Please." I cut her off, unable to meet her heartbroken gaze. She headed towards the door. I removed my tie, angrily balling kit up and tossing it on the couch. How could I be so stupid and think a beautiful woman like her wasn't already married?, I scolded myself as she left without even bothering to close the door. I slammed it shut after she was out of the doorway and started cleaning up the kitchen, not even bothering to finish dinner since I lost my appetite. I uploaded a pre-recorded video of Subnautica before crawling into bed without changing into PJs. Although I felt warm and comfortable, I kept tossing and turning, getting no sleep as I tried to think of anything else but Amy. Even Chica seemed restless as she would hop onto the bed, curl up at my feet, then abruptly jump back down and leave. By five in the morning, I gave up on sleep completely, wearily shuffling into the kitchen for coffee. Before the coffee finished, I heard a knock on the door. What kind of crazy person would be up at five in the morning a day before Christmas Eve?, I wondered as I opened the door. Staring back at me were two familiar faces I didn't expect to see, but did answer my previous question.

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