Day 3: Christmas morning

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Claires POV

As soon as I opened my eyes I was meet with the bright sun shining into my room. 

Kayla took Vanessas old room. 

After Sam and I kissed I headed to my room and shut out everybody...Including Sam. 

He begged to talk to me but I kept the door locked. 

I sat up and looked at the ground. 

2 more days and then we leave. 

I grabbed a hoodie out of my suitcase and threw it on not paying attention to which one it was and walked downstairs. 

As soon as my foot hit the bottom step the smell of bacon and pancakes reached my nose. 

There were a few presents under the Christmas tree and all the lights were on. 

I walked into the kitchen to see Aspen and Carlos making breakfast. 

"Morning kid" Carlos smiles. 

"Morning" I yawn. 

"You're the first one up out of all you kids so just go sit in the living room and watch TV" Aspen explains. 

I nod my head and make my way to the couch. 

I flop down on the couch and turn the Tv on. 

As I change it to "How the Grinch stole Christmas" I hear footsteps walking down the stairs. 

I ignore it and continue watching the movie. 

  "Hey...." Sam says, sitting next to me. 

"Hey.." I sigh. 

"Listen I-" 

"Claire can you go wake up everyone up, breakfast is ready, Sam can you help set the table?" Aspen asks, Coming around the corner.

I nod my head and get up "We will talk later Sammy" 

I start walking upstairs and go to Kaylas room first. 

"Wake up!" I shout opening her door. 

"No" She whines. 

"There's food" I state. 

"Okay" Kayla mumbles getting up. 

"You too Zach" I laugh. 

Zach sits up and smiles "How did you know I was in here?" 

"Your room door was open" I laugh. 

He rolls his eyes and gets up too. 

When I walk over to Emmets room his door is already open and he was just walking out. 

"Breakfast I ready" I smile. 

"Cool" He mumbles, walking past me. 

He was not happy with what happened last night. 

And I feel horrible about it.

I walk over to Jacobs room, knock, and open the door. 

"Wake up-" 

"I'm already awake" He laughs. 

And he was standing there with only a towel around his waist. 

Great.

"Sorry" I blush. 

"It's fine" He smiles, he looks down at my hoodie and his smile drops "Isn't that my hoodie?" 

I look down and notice it was his. 

Shit.

"Uhm...yeah, sorry I-" 

"It's fine, keep it" He laughs. 

"Thanks" I sigh. 

We stand there awkwardly for a few seconds just staring at the ground. 

"Well...I'll let you um get changed" 

"Y-Yeah see you down at breakfast" 

We say, talking over each other. 

We both laugh and I exit the room and close the door. 

I knew I had a stupid grin on my face. 

I'll be honest here. I still like Jacob. But now Sam and I kissed. and....I don't know....I think I might like him too. And I know Sam likes Emmet. This is just a mess, I don't know if I like Sam for sure though. 

I walk downstairs and sit down at the table. 

We all start eating and soon Jacob joins us. 

Breakfast is filled with conversation but I mostly stay quite along with Sam. 

By the end of Breakfast we all were sitting in the living room. 

We handed out presents and we started opening them. 

I got everybody a present, including Jacob, But his was kind of last minute. 

I didn't want him to be the only on to not have a present from me. 

I got him a collage of pictures from the past football season. 

When he opened it he smiled and said he loved it. 

By the end of gifts I noticed everybody got something from everybody. 

That worked out perfect. 

After gifts a few of them left to go skiing and Sam and I stayed behind. 

"Can we talk now?" Sam asks. 

"Yeah..." I mumble. 

"I am so sorry for kissing you, I shouldn't of, I know that now" He states. 

"Sammy it's fine, lets just forget about it, okay?" I give him a fake smile. 

"Okay" Sam smiles. 

"Has Emmet talked to you?" I ask. 

Sam shakes his head. 

"No. I don't think it's gonna work out" Sam states. 

"I'm sorry" I state. 

"It isn't your fault" He mumbles. 

And then we fall into a comfortable silence. 

  

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