25 Days of Jordan

Anna's Christmas

~Age 6~

"Jordan!" the voice of my friend Rebekah, who was spending the Christmas holidays with me, hissed from the darkess of my room.

"Huh?" I mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"You said we were gonna stay up for Santa, go downstairs and wait for him! But you falled asleep! So I waked you up so we can go see him!"

"Oh, yeah! Get the blankets!"

About seven minutes later, we were behind the Christmas tree downstairs in front of the window, lying on blankets. We had only brought three, and I had the third wrapped around my shoulders.

"Jordan, what if Santa sees us from the windows? He won't come down the chimney then!"

I considered it. "What if we hid behind the chair over there?" I proposed, pointing to the big white chair that was in the corner of the room. There was enough space behind it for the two of us.

She nodded. "That's good. I'll go get pillows from the den so we can sit on the wall."

We had two pillows against the wall which we sat against, two blankets laid across our laps and the third still around me.

"Jordan, I'm cold," my pretty blonde friend whispered to me. I unwrapped one side of my blanket and handed it to her. "Thanks." She smiled and tucked herself in, snuggling close to me. She smiled kind of like my mom did when she put me to bed and kissed me goodnight, and I thought Rebekah was going to. But she didn't.

We waited for a long time. So long that Rebekah fell asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. I wanted to stay up for her, tell her what Santa's laugh was like and whether or not he liked the chocolate chip cookies we left out for him, but I started to doze off, too, my head on top of hers.

~Age 12~

"Jordan?" the very same Rebekah asked from the other end of my bed.

I looked up from the book I was reading. "Hm?"

"Well, see, the floor is kinda uncomfortable to sleep on, even with a sleeping bag," she gestured to the one she had been sleeping in for the last five days, "and I was just wondering if you would mind me sleeping in the bed with you?"

"No problem. Wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable," I answered.

She smiled shyly. "Thanks."

She was even more pretty than she was six years ago. Her face was small, kind of narrow, and her hair was in a bob cut. I kind of liked her, I suppose. I wasn't sure how exactly to say it, though. So I wasn't going to this Christmas, just like I didn't the six Christmases before.

We managed to get comfortable. I only had a twin sized bed, so it wasn't the optimal thing for us, but we managed. I was facing the wall, but Rebekah tapped my shoulder and I flipped over to face her.

"Remember all those Christmas nights when we would stay up, waiting for 'Santa', but we would always fall asleep before he came?" she said.

"And how we would always wake up and see the new presents beneath the tree and see the cookies gone and know that he came and we missed it," I finished.

"Suspension of disbelief is a wonderful thing," she mused. "I wish it lasted."

"It lasted until last year, when we saw my mom putting the gifts under the tree, eating the cookies."

"Are we still going to get gifts from Santa, do you think?"

"No. I told my mom about seeing her and she spilled."

Rebekah pouted slightly. "That's a shame. They're like bonus gifts, I love them."

"Maybe we could give each other some sort of bonus gifts, or something?"

"All I want from Santa is my parents home for once, and no one can get that for me."

"Where are they traveling this year?"

She sighed. "Italy. They travel every Christmas, and it kind of annoys me now. But it makes it up a bit, spending it with you, y'know?"

I nodded, alomost dreamily. Did she like me back? "Yeah. Spending it with you."

~Age 16~

Four more years of Rebekah's parents, traveling from country to country. Mexico, Spain, Russia, and, this year, France. I had gotten a more reasonably sized bed now, so we could sleep together in comfort. Though at this point we had learned that "sleeping together" had a bit of a different meaning to it, the kind of thing we wouldn't be telling our other friends at school.

We had made it a habbit to be honest with each other at this point. We'd been friends for ten years, ten years of spending winter break together at my home. Even though she could stay home alone at this point, she chose to stay at my house, and neither me or my mom turned her down. She said it was because she didn't feel comfortable being alone for two weeks, but I thought it was something more than that. This Christmas, I was determined to find out.

"So, what do you want from Santa this year?" I asked, as had been the habit since the conversation when we were twelve. Generally, the answer was the same as it had been that year, and this time was no exception.

"A normal Christmas celebration with my parents."

"There's another thing I was wondering, Rebekah."

"What's that?"

"Is there another reason you choose to stay with me, even now?"

She didn't answer for a few seconds, then turned towards me. "Oh, what the hell. So sense in holding it off forever."

"Wha-"

She cut me off, wrapping her hands around my neck, and kissed me. Probably the best kiss I had ever and will ever experience in my life. The kind that makes you forget to breathe, occupying your mouth so much. I didn't know what to do for several seconds, but I got in the rythm. I brought my hand to her face, touching her chin lightly. They moved lower, to her shoulders. Then lower, to somewhere my mom would probably kill me for. They lingered there a bit too long, truthfully. Then my hands settled at her waist, pulling her towards me. One of her thumbs pulled at the collar of my shirt a bit, while her other hand slid down my back and did roughly the same to the green shorts I wore to bed.

At the end of it, which was a fair amount of time later, she was laying on top of me. As if on autopilot or something, my hands started to grip at the hem of her shirt, but she pushed them down and sat up in a straddle, signaling the end of our make-out session. She fell back down into her origional position beside me.

"That was amazing. You're amazing, Jordan."

I shrugged. "I've never done it like ... that ... before."

We looked at each other, and a smile spread across Rebekah's face. "Again?"

"Yes."

"Your mom would kill us if she finds out somehow, you know."

"I know."

"Don't care?" I shook my head. "Brilliant. Neither do I."

And again, we kissed each other rather intensely. A few of mine landed a bit lower, on her neck and shoulders. The desire to take it all a step further was driving me mad, but I at least knew better than that.

It died down after way longer than it probably should have, Rebekah sighing in content.

"Well, merry Christmas to us," she whispered.

I kissed her one last time, on the nose. "To us," I agreed.

*****

Trying to keep this PG is difficult. You have no clue.

This was going to be a bit more cute and childish but I don't know where my mind went. Personally I love it. Love it. Though I'm not entirely sure if the rating should be bumped up or not?

Whatever

Hope you liked it, hope you like Nikki's Christmas Tale, and Merry Christmas!

-iluvpb22