Young Love & Other Things Like... Getting Famous! (DISCONTINUED due to laziness)

Chapter 20- Apologies and Miracles: Christmas Edition

I wake on a nice, cool and crisp winter morning.

Me: (yawns like a baby dinosaur)

I look around. It's 6 o'clock in the morning.

Then, I see my calender. A date is circled... December 25th.... OMG its CHRISTMAS!!!

I jump out of my bed and run downstairs, well more like trip down the stairs but same thing....

I look at the Christmas tree and the presents. YAY!

Me: MERRY CHRISTMAASS EVERYBODY!

My parents begin to come grogily down the stairs.

Mom: Merry Christmas!

Me: (hugs mother) Merry Christmas mom!

Me: Merry Christmas Dad! (hugs Dad)

My mom went to the kitchen to fix breakfast as I began to open my presents...

I got a couple of clothes and shoes and two envelopes.

I open one and inside was.....

Me: Wow.... a $100? Thanks!!

CHA-CHING! 

(Guess who is about to go shopping!!!)

Then I looked at the other envelope. It was addressed to me of course, but there was no stamp or sender address.... hmmm.....

I guess I should open it...

I slowly ripped open the envelope. I pulled out the folded paper. 

Oh my..... I smile slowly spread across my face.

Inside the envelope was a drawing of me. I knew who sent this. Drake.

On the paper there was an absolutely beautiful drawing of me. Wearing a Santa hat. On the bottom in fancy letting it said Merry Christmas. I turned it over and on the back there was a short note. It read:

Merry Christmas, Bianca.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Hope you are having a wonderful holiday. See you around.

Aww..... 

Wait.... no, no, NO. I promised myself not to fall for anything anymore.

But I should apologize too, right??

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Omg, its so cold out here. Why did I do this?

Me: (knocks on door; shivers)

Drake: (opens door) Oh.. hey. 

Me: Hey... I got your picture...

Drake: (silence)

Me: Thanks. (reaches out to hug)

Drake: (dodges)

Me: (stares deeply into his eyes) 

Drake: Sorry just--

Women's Voice: Who's at the door?

Drake: Uhh.... (whispers to me) Well....

Me: (whispers) I don't know... 

Drake: No one.

Women: Who are you talking to then?

Drake: No one mom. Just myself. Getting some fresh air.

Me: (whispers) Maybe we can meet later? Text me?