undesirable ☾n.h story

8 | christmas hassle

eight - chels

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Today is christmas eve day which for me doesn't really differ with any other days.

On every christmas eve me and my mom would go to grandma's to celebrate and also sleep over for christmas day.

Which to be honest, i'm not really excited for it.

Yes, i do love christmas with a passion but it's just since my dad isn't here to join us it felt empty,

It always went really stiff and awkward like everything was planned so perfectly you can detected a minuscule flaw.

My grandma isn't the one that makes horrible tea, talk about cats or the ones that smells like soap.

She's the exact opposite; her tea taste really good, she talks about attitude and moral and she smells like cheap perfume.

I'm never really fond of that.

My dad used to be the one who cheer up the situation -with his horrible jokes- but now christmas felt really sad and it seems like we're more forced to be there than actually wanting to be there.

I sigh as i put my plate in the sink and run it over with water.

After a quite filling breakfast i decided that watching a christmas movie is the best to get into the spirit.

Mom went to pick up some groceries a few minutes ago just when she finished making breakfast so i'm alone.

I jumped on my couch and look out the window to see that it's slightly snowing, i checked the weather app on my phone and it informed me that there won't be any snow storm today or tomorrow.

thank god

I pressed the play button and the movie Home Alone starts to play on the big screen.

I was now halfway through the movie when the doorbell rings.

it's a day till christmas for fuck's sake

who the fuck could be waiting on my doorstep?

It's not my mom for sure, why the hell would she ring the bell? it's her house and besides she has a key.

I get up from the couch and head over to the kitchen to find any sort of self defense and i end up with a frying pan on my hands.

I've seen the movie Tangled before and this thing does miraculous things.

I slowly make my way to the door and the ringing goes faster, the person on the other side of the door must be impatient.

am I going to get kidnapped? killed? why would anyone wanna kill me?

okay now i'm just being paranoid

The questions brainstormed in my head but i push the thoughts away and swing open the door widely.

I swing the frying pan above my head ready to make contact with whoever is in front of me.

"Hey che-WHOA WHOA WHAT THE FUCK?!" Tara screams and wrap her arms around her head for dear life.

"Tara?" I asked surprised, shouldn't she be at home with her family?

"Yeah Tara, your friend since kindergarden Tara." She rolled her eyes.

"God i'm so sorry i thought you were a burglar or something." I sighed.

"Yeah yeah let me in." She stepped over me without even asking my permission.