"Blair, did you just tell me you've never been kissed before?"
My throat goes dry as I sheepishly look back to Damon, shifting in the seat that was turning cold. "No, I haven't."
Expecting him to be looking at me in disbelief or laughing even, he...
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The snow continues to fall, not lightening up but only coming down harder as the night draws on. I struggle to light my cigarette; the flame from my lighter keeps going out with the frosty wind blowing.
It's January 1st. New Years and here I am, in some random alleyway behind a small bar. Smoking a pack of Marlboro cigarettes in a horrible attempt to try and relax.
I just want to relax, but I can't.
Finally, I get the cig lit and bring it to my lips to inhale. Cold air along with tobacco smoke fills my lungs.
It's always bad on New Years.
*Flashback*
Jan. 1st, 2008
The whole neighborhood is still lit up with sparkling lights from Christmas time. My parents and I are in our small red Pontiac, driving around to look at the decorated houses. A tradition we do every year.
We slowly pass a yellow house with brown shingles. Theres a big blow up Santa mounted on their lawn, string lights lining the entire trim of the roof, and a little lamp projecting snowflakes on the windows. They even had little candy canes fencing around the perimeter of their home.
"Look at this one, daddy!" I beam. My eyes bright and a toothless grin on my face as I point one of my pudgy fingers to the glass window. "I think this one is the best yet!"
Their head turns to admire, "That is a pretty house." Mom replies in awe.
We came to a halt to take pictures, when I notice a little girl about my age just laying in the snow next to a built snowman. She wore a puffy pink winter jacket and her long dark hair messily stuck out from under her knitted hat that had a cute little pom pom.
She sat up, her wide eyes meet mine. I shyly wave through the fogged up window as we continue to drive.
I watch the house from the rear window to see the little girl glowing underneath all the lights. I thought she was the most angelic looking girl I've ever seen. A wide smile wore my face when I saw her small mittened hand wave back as our car rode off.
