"Wake up, wake up, wake up! It's Christmas!!" I shook Martin viciously a few days later.
"Phil! Seriously? You do this every year!" He scolded. "I'm not getting up until at least 8:00."
"But Maaaaaarrrrttttinnn!" I dragged out his name. He pushed me off the bed and I fell to the ground.
"Wake me up in 2 hours!" He yawned and flipped over. I groaned and got up off the floor. I was the only person in my house that was in the Christmas spirit. I went up to my room, not even bothering to try waking my parents.
I sat down on my bed and closed my eyes. A tapping came from my window. Like stones on glass. I got up cautiously and looked out my window.
Dan. Of course it was him.
I pulled on the jacket Dan gave to me such a long time ago. He loved it when I wore it. So I did.
I ran downstairs and out the door. Dan was standing right next to my house in our side yard.
"Hey there." He said, walking over, his hands in his pockets of his jacket. We hadn't seen each other in a few days. I had been in Manchester until the day before and my parents wouldn't let me leave.
"Hi." I replied as he got close to me on the front lawn.
"Happy Christmas." He smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Happy Christmas to you too." I put my hands in his back pockets and kissed him in the cold.
"Is this going to become a thing? You coming over every Christmas at, like, six in the morning?" I asked after pulling away.
"It is our anniversary. So why not?" He said.
"I guess so." I shrugged, laying my head on his shoulder. "It's so cold... Do you want to go inside? Nobody'll be up for another hour or so."
"Sounds good." He replied. I took my hands back and he threw his arm around my shoulders.
I got us inside and we went to the kitchen.
"I like your pajamas." He said, pushing me.
"Oh! Um...Thanks." I said, looking down at my clothes and blushing.
By that time, we had become so comfortable with each others houses that we knew we could take what we wanted without asking. So he grabbed 2 glasses and filled them with orange juice.
I took one from him, sitting on my counter and staring at him.
"Thanks." I said.
"What if I wanted two glasses of juice?" He joked, sounding offended.
"Well that's too bad then, isn't it?" I stuck my tongue out at him and took a sip. He did as well.
"This is why I love you." Dan told me, coming to sit with me on the counter.
"I love you more." I said, kissing his cheek.
Still, after all that time, I still couldn't grasp the concept that Dan liked me. And even loved me? Love? Me? I just didn't get it.
"Why do you like me, again?" I asked after a minute of silence.
"What? Why wouldn't I? You're smart and funny and a hell of a script writer, and not to mention- you're super hot." He said, scooting closer to me. I blushed.
"Shut up, no I'm not." I mumbled.
"But you are, so I guess you're just wrong this time." His dimples popped up as he grinned.
