Being in the play gave me such a rush. I loved it. When you do something new and you love it, you just want to do it again. Zayn Peterson is my sidekick. Or is it the other way around? What do you think? I’m not sure now. Mrs. Baker couldn’t stop talking about how were the stars of the show. That we work together so well. I need to give Zayn something huge for all the things he’s done for me. He does almost everything for me so, I think it’s my turn. But I’m not sure what I should do.
The first snow fall has happened and the ground is gone under seven inches of snow. This is normal for it to snow. Mom put all the fall decorations away in Kaitlyn’s house. We start putting our Christmas decorations up. The door-bell rings and I rush to the door. I swing open the door and I see face of a cold Zayn. His cheeks are rosy red from the cold. Sadly, it makes him more attractive to me.
He smiles in his goofy way. “Are you going to keep staring or are you going to let me?” He asks winking at me. I feel my cheeks flare up and I let him in. I hear him lightly chuckle. I groan shutting the door. “You should just move in.” I mumble. I grab the fake snow and I set it along the window seal. “What are you doing Violin Violet?” He asks.
I feel his breath against my neck. The smell of peppermint and clean laundry fill my nostrils. My heart flutters. I gulp trying to ignore the feeling. “I’m putting snow on the window seal so I can get ready to put a village on here. What are you doing Zayniwannie?” I ask. “I’m looking at you.” He whispers. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.
I slowly turn around towards Zayn. I stare into his warm chocolate brown eyes. I gulp nervously. “Why?” I mutter. I watch him smile and his eyes linger on me. He leans towards me and I’m very aware of his lips. “Because you’re beautiful.” Zayn whispers. My eyes widen and I run away. I run upstairs and into my room. Zayn’s laugh echoes through the house.
Irritation rushes through me. “Not cool Zayn!” I scream. I walk back downstairs to the basement. I grab the villages and villagers. I run back upstairs. “That was pretty fun though.” He smiles brightly. I shake my head disagreeing with him. “Oh, come on.” Zayn says. “No.” I laugh. Zayn smiles and takes some of the houses out of my hand. I smile lightly.
Together we put up the village, nativity set, Christmas tree, stockings, etcetera. Kaitlyn and Mom come downstairs. “Well, look what they have done.” Kaitlyn laughs. My mom smiles. She seems to be a lot happier in this house then the one back home. Maybe it’s because of Kaitlyn. I know that when I’m gone to college I know that my mom will be okay.
Zayn holds something above my head. I glance up to see a mistletoe. My blood boils against my skin. “Now you’ve done it.” I groan. I grab Aaron and shove him underneath the mistletoe. I laugh now at Zayn. He laughs and throws it away. “Alright Little Flower, go throw on your warm clothes we’re going out.” He says. I narrow my eyes.
I put my hands on my hips. “No, we are not. Zayn, you put on some warm clothes because I’m taking you out.” I glare. I figured out what I want to do for Zayn. I’m taking him to a Penguin’s game. I run upstairs to change. I change into a pair of black leggings, a maroon sweater, a maroon and black scarf my mom made, and a black button up jacket. I slip on my gray boots.
I run back downstairs to be meet a dashing Zayn. He’s wearing something similar to me in fact almost the same. He is wearing dark jeans, a maroon shirt, a black button up jacket, and a maroon beanie. “I have to get a picture of this.” Mom says holding up her cell phone. “Nice outfit Little Flower.” Zayn says. I roll my eyes turning towards Mom’s cell phone.
Zayn wraps his arm around my waist and I do the same not knowing what to do. I feel lighting coursing through my body at the touch of Zayn’s arm. I try to ignore it and I smile brightly. Mom snaps the photo and we look at the photo. “Send that to me.” Zayn and I say in sync. We laugh and walk out the door. “So, where are we going?” He asks.
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Teen Fiction"There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after." ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit Violet Valentine hides e...
