❝IN WHICH, IT IS A COLD DECEMBER IN LONDON, AND SNOW ISN'T THE ONLY THING THAT'S FALLING. HE'S FALLING FOR HER AS WELL.❞
Will Delilah Fitch be nothing more than a dance to remember?
❝I'VE BROUGHT SOME CORN FOR POPPING.❞ ________________________________
Parker's bag felt heavier that day when he got into the bus to begin his duty.
He cordially greeted the driver, whom all the conductors of that route called 'Pickles', and he in turn, gave Parker his signature grin.
If this bus was her querencia, then he was going to make it a place where she could be as happy as possible.
If Parker's presence alone was enough to soothe her, then he would gladly spend every living moment with her.
So when she walked into the bus that day, Parker stepped forward with a smile.
Her own eyes glittered at the smile on his face, and she looked down at the floor of the bus.
"You okay?"
She smiled a little and nodded. "Now, yes."
Parker's cheeks burned up at her implications, and he gently brought down his hand and tugged on her fingers. "Come on."
He led them to her usual seat, and once she had settled down next to the window, he brought his bag up to his lap.
"You're missing out on something, Delilah," he said, with a teasing smile.
Delilah scooted forward to the edge of her seat, with a curious glint in her eyes. "And what's that?"
"The joy of the Christmas season," Parker said, as he pulled out a neatly packed gift.
"But I don't - " Delilah began, with a frown.
"But let's give it a try," Parker said, turning around to face her. "What if you end up liking Christmas?"
Delilah bit her lip, and then broke out into a tiny smile. "Oh, okay then."
Parker gladly proffered the gift, and she took it softly. Without any hesitation, she gently loosened up the ribbon and pulled the wrapping paper off.
Inside there was a small tube of burn cream, a travel size bottle of John Louis perfume, and a tiny note that said:
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It's six more days to Christmas!
- P
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"Look, you can return the burn cream if you want, but I just thought it would help, you know - " Parker vaguely gestured with his hand, and then scratched the back of his ear unsurely.
However, Delilah surprised him by sidling closer and enveloping him in her hands.
He stilled for a second, and slowly brought his hands out to hold her as well.
She turned her face slightly, and pressed her lips to his cheeks.
"Thank you, Parker," she said.
(that once shy, quiet boy in her math class was slowly turning into her knight in shining armour)
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a/n
it's official. I hate exams. im like done with life rn.
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