A Lonely Christmas

four

"Are you gonna tell me now?" He pried.

"Your really annoying." I told him.

"I'm just curious." He shrugged.

"Is this a normal thing for you?" I asked, looking up at him.

He looked down at me with a confused expression.

"The whole- 'Hey look there's someone minding their own business let me bump into them when it's like ten degrees outside and make their forehead bleed and their butt wet!' Thing?"

"Well..."

"Are you serious?" I asked with a small laugh.

"No." He laughed back, "I bumped into you because I wasn't watching where I was going and I was in a hurry."

"Why were you in a hurry?" I asked.

"No reason." He shrugged.

"Huh? Huh? Why were you in a hurry Max?" It was my turn to pry now.

"Your really annoying." He mocked, us in my voice.

"Okay first off-" I pointed a finger at him, "I sound nothing like that."

"I sound- nothing like that."

"Okay I'm not gonna lie, that one was pretty good." I giggled.

"But seriously-" we both said in unison.

"You can go." We did it again.

I put my head down to hide the wave of pink I know just washed over my face.

"Are you gonna tell me why you have a huge bruise on half of your face and why your eyebrow is bleeding?" He asked.

"Nope." I said, popping the p.

"Not yet- at least. I don't even know you." I chuckled.

"So I'm guessing your not into the whole stranger danger thing?" He asked, cracking a smile.

I gently pushed his arm and apparently it wasn't as gently as I thought it was considering he bumped into the giant nutcracker Miss Morris has outside her small bakery.

"Cheese and-"

"Crackers." We said at the same time.

"How did you-?" And...we did it again.

"This is seriously getting weird." We both mumbled simultaneously.

"Can you not?" I asked, getting annoyed.

"No...can you not?" He mocked me again.

"Your the one mocking me!" I told him.

"When's your birthday?" He asked randomly.

I stared at him with a confused expression evident on my face.

"Well?"

"March."

He bobbed his head in a 'and?' motion basically telling me to continue.

"Twenty Ninth."

He bobbed it again.

"Two thousand four."

He stopped walking and stared at me with wide eyes.

"What? You asked." I shrugged.

"There's no way your fourteen."

"I literally just-"

"Yeah yeah I- I know but-"