Christmas Love Story

A Christmas Love Story ❤️

I ignored what he said.

Instead of arguing and embarrassing myself I look at his friend Porter and try my best to come up with a welcoming smile. I never was good with showing emotions through body language... well through anything really.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." I say smiling like an idiot.
I look over at Charlie and tilt my head opening my eyes trying to alert her that we need to keep moving.

"Charlie, we kinda need to be somewhere?" I whisper trying to get her attention off the boys towering over us, but she wouldn't even look my way.

I can feel his eyes sink on me so naturally I cowardly shrink and keep my head down facing Charlie. "I'm sorry" I whimper "We really need to get going Charles."

I would literally do anything to get away from here and into somewhere warm.

It's bad enough my social anxiety snuck up on me. I can't do anything right now and just the thought of these strangers eyes on me is only making it worse.

Well they aren't strangers now but it's not like I know them.

My body starts reacting to the cold and the anxiety. I try to convince my brain to not embarrass me but it's too late...

"Traitor!" I accidentally mutter.

"Are you alright?" Jonathan says noticing my  horrendous shaking and not what I said...thankfully.

Trying my best to not look up at his face I calmly reply with "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine, you actually look pretty awful."

What. The. Fuck.

I can tell he instantly regretted his choice of words but it was too late for him, my insecurities took over and I had no choice but to listen to them.

My body acted accordingly and took me away from the situation happening before me.

I maneuver myself around them and plan my next set of directions. It's probably best if I just walk to Denny's now.

"Charlie!" I angrily shout " I'm leaving with or without you!" still getting no response.

What's with that guy, that was not something I expected to happen to me today.

I mean I know I'm ugly I just don't want to accept that yet.

I picked up my speed and as I turned around, I was confronted by Jonathan and his worried eyes.

He reached out for my hand and I pulled away stunned not knowing what to do next but he insisted and reached for my hand pulling me toward him.

"I'm so sorry" he stammered "I didn't mean it like that it's just that you're covered in my drink and you're pants are all ripped up, it had nothing to do with how beautiful you are or... I mean it had nothing to do with your face or anything."

What. The. Fuck.

I stand there frozen literally and figuratively.

Already forgotten about our first encounter I look up into his eyes once more, and was trapped just the same.

My face relaxes from what I can only imagine it looking like a disgusting confused shocked face, to just a confused one.

We stand there, his hand still holding mine and by the looks of it he's still waiting for me to respond, but I don't know what to say because I don't even remember what's happening... what's happening?

I definitely look like an idiot and I've been standing here for a good silent 15 seconds mesmerized by this human.

"What?" I managed to reply shaking my head trying to shake some sort of sense into me, or some knowledge of how to breathe.

He stayed silent while looking at me.

The corners of his mouth start to rise turning into a gorgeous smile. I sheepishly follow his actions and return the favor. He starts to laugh and then everything that happened returns to my brain and I mentally smack myself. I immediately turned around to walk away forgetting he still has a grip on me.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Somewhere you won't be!" I reply offended by this entire meeting.

Still I turned away from him, I took a deep breath and weakly yanked my arm away from his grip and speedily walk forward.

I'm so embarrassed, why did I have to smile back?

I'm so fucking dumb oh my god.

WHYYYYYY?!

TO BE CONTINUED 💚