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Chapter 15 - Merry Christmas!

this chapter was so much longer than i had anticipated for it to be.

but consider this your christmas present ;D

hope you enjoy it because i loved writing this ofmgdjxm

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Chapter 15—Merry Christmas!

{ a u t u m n }

          Like almost everyone else, Christmas was my favorite time of the year.

          It was so festive; Mum would spend a lot of time in the kitchen making cookies and then the two of us would make a gingerbread house and decorate it. Then, on Christmas Day, we’d have a dinner with my grandparents, Mark’s parents, and my older step-brother, Sawyer, would come into town as well. The house would smell wonderful, especially when I would light my pumpkin spice candles around. It was the one time of the year where I actually felt truly happy, and not just because of the presents.

          I had bought everyone gifts—my parents, Sawyer, Danielle, Erica, and even Luke and the boys. Their gifts weren’t too hard, especially with Erica’s help, but Luke’s was a bit troublesome to find. Like, what do you buy the boy you’re dating, but isn’t your boyfriend?

          I knew that Luke was a big fan of music and clothes, so with Erica’s help, I got him some new/old band tees that he didn’t yet have and a complete box set of all of the seasons of How I Met Your Mother, since it was his favorite TV show. I knew it wasn’t much, but we weren’t even officially together, so I didn’t want to get him something extravagant without him actually being my boyfriend—even though we had already gone on a couple of dates. In my head, however, that made sense.

          I just hoped Luke didn’t spend too much on a gift for me—that is, even if he got one. I didn’t care.

          Today was Christmas Eve, which meant Mum was frantically getting the house ready for my grandparents. They lived up in New Castle, and with the drive being only two hours long, they ought to be here soon. Sawyer would be coming tomorrow, along with I think Mark’s parents.

          “The tree looks great, kiddo,” Mark said from behind me, his hand on my shoulder as he admired the Christmas tree in our living room.

          I grinned proudly, looking at my handy work. I had just finished wrapping the tree with gold tinsel, putting the finishing touch on it. Colorful ornaments, tinsel, and lights were decorated on three, along with a white angel on the very tip of it. It looked great, if I do say so myself.

          “Thanks,” I smiled. “I love decorating the tree.”

          Mark chuckled, patting my back. “Don’t I know it,” he agreed, just before the doorbell rang.

          “I got it,” I said, before exiting the living room and going over to the front door.

          I opened the door, only to grin when I saw my two best friends standing out on the porch. “Merry Christmas!” they chimed in unison, wide smiles on both of their faces as they both held festive looking bags. I couldn’t help but laugh as they hugged me. It was a tradition for Danielle and Erica to come to my house on Christmas Eve so we could spend a little bit of time together and exchange presents, since I didn’t get to see much of them on Christmas Day.

          Letting them inside the house, they quickly greeted my parents before we ran up to my room so we could give each other our gifts. With the two of them seated on the floor with their bags, I went over to my closet and pulled out both of their gifts that were also in similar bags before sitting cross legged in front of them, ready to give them my present.