"We're going to the party," your friend Lily states, adding the finishing touches to her flawless makeup. "Why do I have to go?" You ask, trying to reach for your confiscated laptop sitting on Lily's desk. She smacks your hand away before you touch it, and you whip your hand back. "Because," she says, running a hand through her silky hair, "you need to have some fun. You haven't been out in days!" "You haven't either! You're only going to this party because you know Darron's gonna be there." "It's Dallon, and that's— not the only reason. He might not even be there for all I know." Lily waves a hand in the air dismissively. Yeah right. "Ok, so what excuse do you have to drag me along?" "You. Are. Coming. To support me. To be my date. And I'm serious you need to get out of the house. And it's almost Christmas for crying out loud." You protest with everything you've got, but it has no effect. Next thing you know, foundation is being painted on your face and you're coughing on loose powder. "What's baking? Does it hurt?" Lily sighs and rolls her eyes. "You're almost a lost cause. Luckily, you have me." Despite your previous protests, the makeup and your red sweater and black skirt which you decide to wear motivates you to actually have fun tonight. You step out your front door in confidence, excitement adding an extra spring to your step.
The excitement wears off the moment you start to near the house and your nerves hit you with full force. "Lil, I don't wanna do this." "It's fine, Y/N, don't worry. I'll stick with you most of the time." "Most of the time?!? That doesn't make me feel better in any way whatsoever. Maybe I should I just go home—" "No. You're coming with me." Lily grips your arm and drags you along on the pavement. The door opens after the fifth time ringing the doorbell, and a not-quite-sober looking girl opens the door. The first thing you notice when you walk in is that there is definitely alcohol involved. Champagne bottles and glasses are on every available surface you can see, and people are laughing loudly with their friends. The furniture is moved up against the wall, and everyone is standing up and either talking or singing (screaming) along to the cheesy Christmas music. You turn around to ask Lily what the hell you're supposed to do now, but instead you're face to face with a good looking guy who looks about your age. "Hey," He says, grinning. You try to make conversation for the next five minutes, and fail, rather miserably. So when another girl comes near, his eyes automatically fix on her and you're out of the picture. Suddenly you feel stupid. Why come here and wear all this makeup when you can't even talk to anybody? And your sweater is probably a huge turn-off. Everyone here seems to be wearing a dress. You find the bathroom and wash all your makeup off, wiping away the last trace of eyeliner. You look yourself in the mirror and frown. You continue to search for Lily's but you end up on the balcony over looking a large swimming pool. This house is a lot bigger than you thought. You call Lily again, and luckily this time she answers. "Ok, I'm coming. I'm with Dallon by the way, and a friend of his. See you soon." Soon enough, Dallon, Lily and another guy are stepping into the balcony. "Hey, Brendon, now you won't feel like a third wheel," Dallon chuckles. Brendon puts on a hurt look and says "I thought Lily was the third wheel." He then turns to me and says "I'm Brendon." "I'm Y/N," you respond quickly, not in the mood for a chat. But unluckily, the rest seem like they are. Dallon sits down in a chair directly in front of the door, blocking your exit. You would ask him to move, but Dallon and Lily are engulfed in a conversation about pugs. "I love your sweater," Brendon says, breaking you out of your trance, "I think it's the best thing I've seen today." This makes you smile, and you notice his Christmas jumper and laugh before you can stop yourself. Brendon knows immediately what you're laughing at, and raises his arms in defence. "They said it was a Christmas party, so I wore what I thought was appropriate. I even came in with this—" Brendon pulls out a Santa hat, "—on, but I decided it was two much about thirty seconds in." He puts it on now though, and pulls a face. You laugh again. "I wish I had one now," you say. Brendon's eyes light up, and he pulls out another hat. "I brought this for Dallon, but he refused to wear it. Jerk. But now it's yours." Brendon leans over and to your surprise, puts the hat on for you. "Perfect," he says. You absentmindedly swing your head, and the pompon at the end of your hat hits your nose. It's Brendon's turn to laugh. What happens next is a miracle to you: you talk. Like two ordinary people, who've known each other for longer than five minutes. Brendon's smile makes you melt on the inside, but you try not to stare at him. "So in conclusion, Frank Sinatra is awesome." Brendon says. "Agreed," you respond. Then you notice the balcony is abandoned. It doesn't matter though, besides the fact that you melt every time Brendon smiles at you, you're not that nervous. Nope. Not at all. You stand up and look down at the swimming pool, and Brendon stands next to you. Suddenly, there's a knock on the glass door, and you turn to see Lily and Dallon, both wearing mischievous smiles. They are gesturing upwards, and for a second you just stare at them in confusion. But then you get the messages and look up.
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A plant is hanging directly above you off the dangling light on the ceiling: mistletoe. When you process what mistletoe means, you look back to Lily and Dallon, who smirk and pull the curtains shut. I glance quickly at Brendon, who smiles sheepishly. "Well, I mean, it's not really up to me at this point," he says. "I guess not," you respond, surprised at your confidence. Brendon looks relieved, and then happy. Then, without warning, he kisses you. You kiss him back, wrapping your arm around his neck. You're interrupted when you hear a bang, and the both of you look back to the glass door to see Dallon through a gap in the curtains, rubbing his forehead. Then you notice the mark on the glass. Brendon laughs, you laugh, and through the glass, Lily laughs. After recovering, Dallon comes in after Lily, and Lily smirks at you, clapping excitedly. You roll your eyes, hoping no one can see you blush. Brendon puts an arm around your waist, and keeps it there for the rest of the evening. You don't want to leave when the party comes to an end, but Brendon asks for your phone number and texts you immediately, asking if you'd like to go watch a movie that you too had been fangirling over earlier in the evening. You respond with a 'yes', and he gives you a hug. You walk along side Lily, both of you grinning from ear to ear, and you remain smiling until you fall asleep.
Hope you enjoyed this one. It was a bit long. -E xxx
