Little mints surrounded the outside of my gingerbread house, looking as a base for the structure. I smile in satisfaction, looking back at the finishing product with confidence. I push it back a little and grab my phone, preparing for a picture.
"Oh, gingerbread!" I hear Scott say cheerfully, exiting his room and strolling over to the counter, peeling a piece from the cookie mailbox and tossing it into his mouth.
"Hey!" I shout at him. He stops moving. "I just finished this house, Scott!"
"And it tasted fabulous," he says with a smirk. I sigh and pull myself out of the chair, lightly smacking his arm. "You can't be mad, I decorated the whole apartment yesterday while you were on a date."
"A date? I was with Avi, sweet cheeks," I reply sarcastically. Scott chuckles.
"So, a date?"
"Maybe, if we entered an alternate universe where Avi was actually gay. Plus, I didn't even tell you to decorate, you did it without me knowing, remember?" I ask. He shrugs.
"Someone needed to prepare for the Christmas party we are throwing tonight," Scott says. I roll my eyes. "Speaking of Christmas," he starts, reaching over and grabbing a small mistletoe from the counter and dangling it over the two of us. "I've spotted a mistletoe." He points at it. I take the mistletoe and chuck it at him. He laughs and puts it back.
So Scott had a giant crush on me, and it's been obvious for a long time, so he ended up telling me. And I like him to, I told him that, it's just, I didn't want to be in a relationship. Not now, at least.
"We confessed our love like a month ago, can we please kiss already?" He says with a sarcastic tone.
"We never 'confessed our love', we just admitted to our feelings!" I remind him. His smiles at me. "And I need to start getting ready for the party."
"Mitch, its four." He says. I nod. "And it starts at eight o'clock..."
"Yeah, I know! I'm running late!" I say and disappear into my room.
•••
The first guest showed up at around 7:30, but the apartment quickly filled by 8:45. It was overcrowded with people in ugly Christmas sweaters and lots of alcoholic eggnog in people's red solo cups.
I make my way around the room, adjusting my Santa hat every few seconds. I settle on a small group of people, my closest friends. Kirstie wraps her arms around me, as her other one hung around Esthers waist.
"My two favorite girls!" She shouts, pulling us tighter to her. She whips out her phone and gives it to Jeremy who was nearby. "Picture!" She says. I chuckle and prop up my leg, smiling brightly for her camera. I watch the flash go off, falling from my pose when Jeremy hands the phone back to Kirstie. She pulls up the photo and and squeals. "So going on Instagram later!" I chuckle and allow myself to disappear from the group.
I continue walking through my apartment, groaning when I saw people I didn't even know smoking in my home. I storm over to them, grabbing the cigarettes and tossing them into the drinks they were holding.
"Let's save our health, and my apartment from being caught on fire, thank you!" I say sassily before walking off. I feel myself being tugged to the side by someone, pulling me into Scotts room, I think they just chose the closest door to go through. He sits me on the bed, sitting next to me.
"Okay," he starts. I finally take a look at who it was. My ex boyfriend who was still madly in love with me. I silently groan. "So, I was thinking that I'd win you back tonight, yeah?"
