Cold As Ice

Chapter eighteen

I woke up in the middle of the night. I took my phone and clicked on Cherie's name. I wrote her a text message.

Me: Are you awake?

I waited a couple of minutes, my heart beating really fast.

Cherie:  Yup. 

Me: ...

Cherie: ...

I couldn't write. I had to speak to her. Hear her voice. I called her. She picked up after one ring. "Hey." she said.

"You're going to leave me hanging there?" I asked.

She chuckled. "You're adorable. No wonder why Derek always kiss your cheek. You're... um... what's the word... kissable."

"Kissable?"

"Adorkable and kissable. And now I bet your blushing."

I giggled. "Yeah." I said, playing with my sweater paws. "You didn't answered my question. Are you going to leave my hanging there? Was it just your Christmas gift?"

"We'll see when I'll be back from my vacation."

"No. I want to know now... because- because I love you..." there, I said it. I said the 3 words.

"But Thomas, you just broke up from your relationship and-"

"My what? Relationship?"

"With Derek."

"Are you kidding me? You know we never dated, right?"

"Yeah. Well, um, we could try to make it work."

I smiled. "Okay."

"You're smiling aren't you?"

"Stop doing that!"

"And now you're putting your sweater paws on your face, hiding the blush."

"Good night." I said.

"Good night." she said. "Oh and by the way..." there was a silence. "I love you too."

R.I.P Thomas. Cause of death: Explosion due to Love.

I giggled nervously. "I-I... yeah... Ok, good night."

"Good night."

And the phone call was over. 

How was I suppose to sleep? 

*Derek's P.O.V*

I was alone in my bedroom. The bed felt so empty without Thomas.

He finally got to kiss Cherie. When we were saying goodbye to her family, Cherie just kissed him and wished him Merry Christmas. He looked like a moron. Mom then told us to go to sleep. Thomas got to one room while I got to mine. Normally, I would be teasing him about it but now... now he wasn't there. I hesitantly got up and walked to the guest room. I stood in the door frame, looking at Thomas. 

"What?" he asked coldly.

"Can... can I come in?" I asked.

"I think you're fine where you are." 

I looked at my feet. "So... you and Cherie finally kissed."

"How do you know?"

"I was there." I said. Didn't he notice me?

"Ah, I didn't know."

I stayed silent for a couple of seconds, words couldn't come out of my mouth. "I... never mind. " I took a deep breath and walked in the room. "You know, you're kind of acting weird." I said.

"And how do you think you're acting?" he asked.

"I mean, you're mad because I broke a promise, but when I come back to you, you don't want me."

"Look." he said. "You have a boyfriend. I'm fine with it. But I don't want to step in your relationship. What I mean is that we almost acted like a couple. Do you know how many people thought we were dating?"

"You liked it."

"I never said I didn't." he got up and stepped in front of me. "I'm only saying that I don't want your boyfriend to be jealous."

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. "You're an horrible liar."

"I'm not lying."

"You are, you're argument is invalid." I said, shortly pressing my lips on his forehead. "You're adorable." I said, walking away. 

"I am NOT adorable!"

"Sure, whatever you want to believe." 

We probably woke everybody up. I went back to my room, alone.

The next day, I went shopping. I wanted to find a Christmas gift for Jaydon. What more original then a book! So I went to the book store and found one that I thought he'd like. The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight.

As I was walking out of the mall, I saw a Christmas sweater. It was green and had the Grinch on it. It made me think of Thomas. I knew we were in a fight but whatever. He would finally have his own shirt. I bought the sweater and head back home. Oh, and I also bought something for Penelope.

For Christmas, I chose to spend the 24th with my family (we usually opened our gifts on the night of the 24th) and go on a date with Jaydon on the 25th. 

It was the 22th and our Christmas tree wasn't even up. My family was horrible at Christmas. We always forgot to make the tree and sometime, our dinner on the 24th, was a fail. We usually ended up ordering Chinese food or pizza. 

"My dear family?" I asked when I opened the front door.

"You know you don't have to make a scene every time you come home." Thomas said, sitting on the couch.

"You and your grumpy personality." I said, putting my purchases on the floor. "Please don't look in the bags, there's something for you." I said to Thomas. 

"Yeah!" he sarcastically said. "Presents."

"Why are we fighting again?" I asked, 

"You remember the promise you broke?" 

"Ah, yeah." I said, walking to the stairs. "Yo family, are you there?" I shouted.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm here." my little sister said, walking down the stairs... well... more like running down. She jumped in my arms and I put her on the floor. 

"Mother? Father?" 

"Yes?" mom and asked. 

"We should make the Christmas tree!" I said.

"Aren't you going to go see your boyfriend?" Thomas mutter.

"And jealous Thomas strikes again!" 

"Boys, will you stop please?" mom said.

"Yeah, let's make the tree." my little sister said. 

So we made the Christmas tree all together. Even Thomas was smiling. 

"Thomas, can we do the Christmas tradition please?" I asked.

"Say what now?" 

And there was a silence. The whole house went soundless. "I asked if we could at least do our tradition. You know, when we hang tinsels around the house. I'm on your back and we just... ah and never mind. I'll do it on my own..." I said, taking the box of golden tinsels. I kind of wanted to cry. 

"Come on you twat." I heard Thomas said. I lift my head up and there he was. I jumped on his back and we decorated the house with tinsels.