(Edited 7/31/18)
Green.
Blue.
Black.
Bright, bright green and vibrant aquamarine blue. Like my birthstone. And a black circle right in the middle.
It's beautiful, really. And then the colors spoke:
"Merry Christmas Eve, doll."
Oh, an extra amount of husk in that voice.
Yum.
"Get out my face." I roll my eyes, pushing his face out of my view and rolling over onto my back, tucking my arms under the pillows.
Of my bed.
It's Christmas Eve. The night that all the kids wait up for Santa, but then they hurry up and try to act like they're knocked out so he won't skip their houses.
But I don't think about Santa because that was crushed when I was 6. With my father being in a gang, it made me grow up real quick.
I was taught to kill Santa for breaking into our "damned house"—as my father said—in the first place.
I wasn't taught to stay up and wait for him. I asked my dad if Santa would be visiting and he said, "Visiting? The fuck? You crack that son of a bitch in the head for breaking into our damned house."
I've never seen Christmas the same, except for the fact that Jesus was born on that day. My mom thought I mine as well know some kind of religion, so I won't immediately crash into Hell when my time comes.
Ah, well...
I've went shopping already and everything...I even got something for my mother whenever she gets back.
Liam did tell me to make up with her. He's a hypocrite, but we'll work on him later.
I got Kaitlyn a gift too.
We plan on bringing everyone over and having this big Christmas party. Get wasted, open gifts, give some head...
Kidding.
Or am I?
"Nose deep." His voice pulls me from my thoughts and I focus on the pretty freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose.
"Nose deep?" I repeat, confused on what the hell he's talking about.
"I was nose deep in your titties this morning." His minty breath fans my face and I adjust underneath his weight.
From what it feels like, I'm in between his legs. Then his words hit me. "Woah what?" My eyebrows raise all the way to the top of my head.
"Yep. You smell good by the way." He winks his cheeky wink.
"You know we have to cook today right?" I start to memorize every freckle on his face and I look at his perfect eyebrows.
He sighs, laying his head on my chest. "Give me a minute."
"No, get up. I need to take a shower." I run my fingers through his curls.
"I don't wanna." He whines.
"Well you're gonna." I roll my eyes, "we have a whole lot of whole lotta to make for tomorrow, Alessandro."
"Did I tell you how much I love when you say my middle name?"
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The Player in Him
Teen Fiction"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in o...
