Home for Christmas.

Chapter 9

I opened the door and was greeted with hugs and kisses by my relatives.

People were saying, "Oh you've grown up so much!!"

I was already ready to go home, especially with Isaiah on my mind. I told my family I was really tired, I mean there is a 3 hour difference in PA. I started walking in more and smelling pumpkin pie, and seeing pointsettas. The the Christmas tree was put up, full of decorations. Sugar cookies filled the table, so did delectible food and the smell.. paradise.

I went and picked up my bag, and threw my stuff onto my bed in my room. Then, myself, sprawled onto my bed and slept, like a pig. I was so tired of driving, and moving, and talking, and anything.

I slept for 3 hours or so, when I was woken up. My mom. She told me someone was here for me.

I went downstairs to see Isaiah. I was breathless.

I stuttered, "Why are you, here?"

He said firmly, "I knew I couldn't live without you."

I started to blush. My face turned as red as a firetruck. I walked closer to him and looked him in the eye. He reached for my hand, and I let him. Everyone left us in the room together. His lips started to move as he reached his hand to my face.
"You're an amazing person, and I knew ever since I met you"
I looked up at him and smiled.
He started to talk again, "You're perfect"
I looked down at my feet and said
, "why, why would you like someone like me. I'm just a jerk you met in Nevada. I'm just a jerk that ran away from you."
He looked at me at picked up my chin.
"I don't care what you have done, all I care about is now"
I felt a rush of happiness run through me, maybe this Christmas might be good.
I responded with an ok.
He looked at me, eye to eye and leaned in. After he stopped we noticed. Everyone. Everyone was listening and watching us. They had gleeming faces on. I felt so embarrassed but filled with joy. My family came over and started talking to Isaiah and asking all sorts of questions.

I just wanted this Christmas to be great. I guess it did.