❝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?
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❝FROSTY THE SNOWMAN❞ _________________
It was the day before Christmas Eve, and Pickles, the bus driver, had decided to deck out the bus with tinsel, holly and streamers. They had ten minutes before their shift could start, and they were really using it well.
"Bet you'd even put in a tree if you could," Parker said, teasingly, as he tied a silver streamer down the length of the bus.
"Look out side," Pickles said, with a wide grin.
Parker peeped out of the bus, to see a medium sized Christmas tree. He widened his eyes incredulously.
"There's no place for a chirstmas tree."
"Yeah," Pickles said, as he opened a pack of glittery white stars. "That's why I'm going to strap it to the roof of the bus. Adds to the Christmas theme."
Parker wore a flabbergasted expression. "That's - that's preposterous! And impractical!" He ran a hand through his hair, in a frenzy. "As a conductor of this bus, I forbid you from doing that."
"Conductor? You piece of shite." He stared at Parker with a mock look of frustration. "You only work as a conductor up until Lark Lane. After that girl gets in, you bloody forget the fact that you even work her, and to make things worse, you even sit next to her."
Parker's mouth opened but he couldn't seem to dish out a proper retort.
"It's okay, I was just kidding," Pickles said at now, breaking into a grin. "The two of you are adorable. And none of the passengers ever want to disturb your peace, so you've basically been letting anyone who gets in after Lark Lane to ride for free."
"I'm really, really sorry! Shit, I didn't know - I'm so sorry, I swear, I didn't know people were noticing - "
"Everyone noticed," he said.
Parker covered his face with his hand. "I'm sorry Pickles," he mumbled though the gaps in his fingers. "It's just, I can't stay away from her, she's - she's all I think about and - "
"Kid," Pickles said, as he placed a hand on Parker's shoulder. "I've been in love before. I know the drill. Now man up, and stop this blathering. Have you even asked her out yet?"
Parker shook his head miserably.
"You, dear boy, are in real soup," he said, as he began hanging clumps of mistletoe onto the roof of the bus.
Parker didn't protest when Pickles strapped on the Christmas tree onto the bus.
And later, as Delilah's eyes lit up, when she entered the bus, Parker thought it was all worth it.
(her eyes shone brightly, and the entire of London's glittery lights could not compare)
"This is beautiful."
"You're beautiful," Parker said, without a second thought.
Delilah's eyes widened, and a light blush blossomed throughout her face. She looked down at the floor of the bus, and tucked a stray lock of her behind her ear. "Thanks."
It was then, that Parker took a look around the two of them. Yes, people were looking. But not in a reprimanding way, no. They were looking at Parker and Delilah with pleasant curiosity.
Parker was better off without knowing that people were noticing them, for now he felt self conscious. Not wanting to spend another second in the aisle, he walked quickly to their seat, and Delilah followed suit.
"Londoners over do Chirstmas, don't you think?" she said.
Parker laughed, and the image of Pickles strapping the tree onto the bus flashed in his mind. "A little, yeah. But it's worth it."
"Of course. Everything is so happy and festive."
"You starting to like Christmas?" Parker asked her with a nudge.
She nodded, excitedly. "All I ever had were such gloomy Christmases. It does do you good to step out once in a while." She picked at a spot on her arm. "Like, imagine the state of this Christmas if I didn't meet you?"
Parker's heart swelled at her words, and he stretched out his arm to pull her closer to him.
Delilah had kissed him twice, and Parker had never reciprocated the act.
Yes, he was keeping count.
So he dipped his head down to the side of her forehead, and pressed his lips there.
"I really like you, Delilah Fitch," he said at last.
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a/n
hello loves! stay pumped because this is just the start of a plethora of really fluffy chapters.
trust me, it's only going to get better from here. ;)
as always, love you all so much.
aspir.
(on a depressing side note, I wish for all my readers to just take a moment of silence for the loss of the beautiful girl zainab.
zainab was a seven year old girl who was raped and later murdered and thrown into a dumpster in pakistan, two days back.
please keep her family in your thoughts, and please hope for the happy reposal of her soul)
