Life Unexpected

Christmas Parties

In November of 2016 I was grounded for lying to my parents about where I was. I got my phone and car taken away, so that meant no more seeing Corie. Not even a week after being grounded, Corie came over to my house. We both had an early out from school that day and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to see each other. But my dad saw Corie leaving and I got in even more trouble. Thanksgiving passed and we were going on 3 weeks without seeing each other. After a lot of good behavior and begging, my mom let me go to a Christmas party that Corie was hosting. It was actually really fun. I was finally able to see her and spend the night. We talked and talked and talked. It was as if nothing happened. I remember falling asleep that night, thinking that I could learn to live with this. I could stay friends, just friends.

I woke up the next morning as Corie and her sister got ready for their softball practice. I left that morning and went to work later that day. Later that week, Wednesday, I had a rough day. It was Emily’s birthday; December 15th. On Friday, I was talking to Corie. I told her that I’d give her one last night. That after MY Christmas party, the next day, we could no longer be friends. I was serious this time. I couldn’t handle the feelings anymore. I know she didn’t mean to make me feel like shit, but it hurt. And if I wanted to stay alive, I couldn’t stay with her. She wanted me to stay, but this time I was stuck my ground. I just couldn’t do it anymore.

Finally it was the day of the Christmas party. It was Me, Corie, Maddie, JJ, and Riley. We all hung out, ate, watched movies, and eventually the night had come to an end. The entire time I was acting as if nothing was wrong, towards Corie. I smiled, laughed, and joked around. I was hoping that she wouldn’t hate me when the time came.

It was the end of the night. Everyone was snuggled up; Riley and JJ on one couch, Maddie on the chair, while me and Corie were on the other couch. We were laying face to face, in the dark. Kissing each other on the nose (something we always did). I moved my way down, kissing the indent in between her nose and upper lip. I stopped, looked at her, and asked, “Do you want me to keep going?” Hoping she’d get the hint that I wanted to kiss her. Hoping that she’d want me to keep going. She said yes and I asked her about twenty more times if she was sure. And after waiting 1 ½ years, I finally kissed her...