🎁 Blake Christian – Dec. 11, 2014
Surprisingly, the rest of the day went by quickly and it could’ve been that for once, I wasn’t miserable with my job. I would greet kids, asking them if they’ve been a good boy or girl and when they replied with a yes, I would smile because Liam was right, kids are my weakness. It also could have been because of Fae and Joe and how I’ve gained two new wonderful friendships that I know we’ll keep even after this season is over. Then there is Liam, and despite the fact that he annoyed me during our first interaction there was something about him the drew me in and I may have noticed that the following day.
It was like any other day, at least I thought. I woke up and got ready before sitting with Fate at the table to eat breakfast – none other than cereal because Fate told me that making breakfast would only spoil me more, it’s the truth. Then I would give her a goodbye and walk to my car, greeting our neighbor Tawny on the way, before driving to the mall. I would usually arrive before the mall opened with about fifteen minutes to get dressed and such. Then we all would walk out toward “Santa’s Wonderland” just as the mall opened. This time, however, we arrived to the mall getup about ten minutes early.
“I don’t understand why we couldn’t wait in the dressing room like we always do,” I complain while folding my arms. I was sat on the steps leading up to Santa’s chair just staring ahead and watching as a few shops opened.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Fae questions before sitting down beside me, glancing behind her before nudging me. “Go talk to Liam.”
“What the hell, no.” I narrow my eyes at her, only to have her grin widen. She definitely fits the role of an elf. She nudged me again and again – so many times that I eventually huffed and stood up, walking toward Liam who sat on the chair, beard pulled under his chin and gaze locked on his phone. “Hey.”
He looked up, noticed it was me, before locking his phone and sitting up from his slouched position. “Hey, Blake.”
“So… you have a neck beard now?” I questioned awkwardly, gesturing to the fake beard he had pulled down. He creased his eyebrows before looking down, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looked back up to me. “I’m sorry, it’s really weird not arguing with you.”
He stared at me for a moment before patting his lap. “Come here, love. Tell me what you want for Christmas.”
“Um, how about no,” I say with a frown. He frowned back at me, eventually making me cave. I awkwardly sat on his right leg, my legs between his right and left. His hand rubbed my back as the other laid itself on my knee. “This could be taken as sexual assault, you know.”
“But you like it,” he says smugly before clearing his throat. He met my eyes, “So what do you want for Christmas, Blake?”
I pursed my lips, ignoring how Liam glanced at them before meeting my eyes again. “I can’t take you seriously without the beard.” I tugged it back over his lips, which I had taken various glances at.
“Blake.”
“Okay, okay,” I sigh, “I guess I just want… something memorable to happen.”
“Challenge accepted.” I think I heard him whisper.
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(A/N): so, there weren’t any comments on the last chapter and it was pretty upsetting but I hope by having more #Lake, there will be more thoughts. I really, really love this story so it will really mean a lot if everyone commented giving me feedback because I had made this story as a Christmas present for you all. I really hope you liked it!
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