First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 36

December 24th, 2015 / Thursday

Ah, Christmas!

The most happy, joyful time of the year. The houses on my street are covered with so much festive decorations that they look like Santa spilled his guts over them. There are tons of smiling snowmans, reindeers with red noses, creepy looking elves and a numerous amont of fake snow and blinking lights that can easily blind you in you stare at them for more than a minute. It seems that my lovely neighbours feel obligated to go all-in this year, because literally everyone are wearing felt Santa hats with a tiny bell at the end and those hideous sweaters with Rudolph on them. I swear I saw a 2-months old baby with reindeer antlers. I think that my taste in fashion is more precise and sophisticated in comparison to the ugliness they are putting on every day. But let me add some "holiday spirit" to the picture. It looks like the channels on the TV are more than glad to play Miracle on 34th Street, It's a Wonderful Life and Jingle all the Way repeatedly for the next few days. Ugh, and don't get me started on the carols. I admit that these songs are good for about twenty minutes tops. However, in large doses, they tend to induce insanity. So I came to the conclusion that if I hear Jingle Bells, Silent Night or Mariah Carey screeching just one more time, I'll be forced to jump from the undecorated roof of my house (I don't know if such word even exist, but it suits the situation).

If you still haven't get the idea that I'm absolutely not in the mood to celebrate Christmas this year then I really don't know how else to describe it to you. See, my parents promised to be back from wherever they are now for this particular holiday and guess what... They didn't! It's shocking, I know. Actually as I think about it now, I'm not surprised at all. It's not the first or the last holiday that we spend away from each other, but it's the first Christmas. Every year my mom and dad always managed to get home in time even for a day or two. Until now. For the last two days I kept repeating to myself that this would be just another normal day, but the irritatingly colourful picture, I already described to you, was poking my eyes so much that I gave up pretty quickly.

I practically had to kick David out of my house so he can go see his family, but not before I told him a hundredth times that there is no chance I can be mad him for having a good time with them when I can't do the same with mine. He was calling and texting me so frequently, that after the eighteenth text of "Are you sure you're ok?" I was so pissed off that I had to turn off my phone. I desperately needed a distraction and the best thing I could think of and ended up doing was to make sure I buy enough supplies of junk food to get me through a zombie apocalypse. So, let's sum up the situation. It's 11:30 PM and I'm still hiding in my room with the laptop on my lap, my bed covered with every brand of junk food you know and I'm planning to continue watching the last season of Pretty Little Liars until my brain turns into a grey, gooey mush. I find it kind of funny how I can relate with those glamorous four girls. Although the scary things, happening to them are totally fictional when mine are as real as it gets. 

But my heavenly lazy time is rudely interrupted by the annoyingly loud ringing if the door bell. I groan as I force my body to stand up from the bed, still with the spoon full of Nutella in my mouth and slowly make my way down the hall and to the staircase. Imagine the shocked expression on my make-upless (this should be a word too) face when I see a giant Christmas tree waiting for me in the living room, stylishly decorated with red and golden ornaments and garlands with a sparkling golden star on the top.

"Do you like it, princess?" I feel David's body pressing to my back while he rests his head on my shoulder, his hands sliding around my waist. In this moment I can only nod, because a huge lump is suddenly stuck in my throat and if I say something the tears, threatening to come out of my eyes will flood my house. "I just couldn't leave you all alone on Christmas eve." He says with a soft voice and I immediately turn around, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

"It's perfect, thank you!" I mutter and he kisses the top of my head, his grip tightening.

"And it's going to get even better." I pull myself from him, giving him a questioning glance. He gives me a cheeky grin in reply and points to something behind me. "Look closer." He whispers, turning me back around and slightly pushing me towards the tree.

It takes me a few seconds to notice it and when I finally do, a loud squeak echoes around the room. I have to kneel down and reach under the tree to grab the beautifully wrapped with purple wrapping paper square present.

"You can open it now if you want." David sits next to me on the floor when he sees the excitement in my glowing eyes. That's all I need! A brief second later a cream white carton box lays in my hands. I slowly take its lid off and my eyes widen in amazement as I see hundreds of letters secured together with a purple ribbon. With shaky hands I carefully unwrap them and take one.

"Every letter here has a different purpose." He says, pointing to the box and I notice the letter has something written on the back of the envelope.

"When you feel sad"

"Whenever you feel sad or lonely or just want something to make you happy and I'm not beside you at the moment, you can find the specific one and just read it. It's not much, but I promise you I mean every word I wrote. There are 150 letters in the box and every one of them contains a piece of my love." By the time he explains the meaning of his present, my mouth is slightly open and I feel the tears pricking in my eyes.

"I... I... don't know what to say." I whisper, stuggling to find the proper words to express my emotions. "In times like these I wonder if you are real! It's really confusing!" I look at his smiling face and my heart melts a little.

"You don't have to say anything. I'm glad that I made your day a little brighter." He cups my face and places a soft, tender kiss on my lips. It takes me a little while and I use all my strength to pull myself from him.

"Your gift is waiting for you in my room." I manage to say, panting heavily.

"Oh, I bet it does!" His eyebrows wiggle devilishly and I roll my eyes.

"Not like that, you perv!" I slightly slap his chest. "My present is not as good as yours, but I think you'll like it. I made you a YouTube channel, so you can upload all the stuff you record. I know you wanted to try what I do, but you never did anything about it. So, I did it for you. You can check it on my laptop upstairs." He stays silent for a few seconds, his eyes as big as pancakes staring at my face.

"I love you so much, Liza!" He simply says before kissing me again, but this time the kiss is more greedy, full of fiery passion. I wrap myself around him in attempt to pull him closer, to feel his warmth. He groans with pleasure at my action and I give myself a mental high five for the effect I have on him. It still amazes me that every time we kiss is like our first, the way our bodies are longing for each other, our mouths tickling from the electricity going through them. And the best part is that the feelings are mutual. It's addicting, overwhelming and I think I could never get enough of him.

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A / N

I owe you a huge apology for posting so late, but I promise you it's totally worth it.

At the last minute I decided not to post the chapter I had already written, but to write another one.

Also, I am still editing the previous chapters, because the amount of cringyness in them is more than I can take.

So, I really hope you liked this one.

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