First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 75

I ended up spending Christmas Eve alone, shopping last minute. Christmas morning wasn't even Christmas morning because I ended up staying up late to wrap gifts for my mother last minute too so I didn't wake till noon, Nash seems to be rubbing off on me.

I don't have a job but from the time I was 12 years old, my mom has always given the child support my father sent directly to me instead of using it. I get paid $450 a month in exchange for the love and close relationship a father should have with his child that I'll never get from him. My mom has always refused to use the money, saying that he already took enough from her and that she won't let him take her independence and integrity as well.

I've saved most of it for college up until I started high school and really started having things to spend it on. Having the best brands of clothing and going out with friends weren't really important until I returned from homeschooling just after the wreck my dad caused and Sam introduced me to the rest of his friends.

Even than my mom wouldn't let me pay for myself or buy my own clothing. I was finally able to convince her that I would prefer if she saved her money during my freshman year and even now she still tries to give me a twenty when I ask to go to the mall or bring up the fact that I'm going out for food.

I got my mom a few cute knitted sweaters that I know she'll like, a Bath&Body works perfume set, and a pair of nice heeled boots.

I've gotten Sam some black jeans, a pair of Nike sweatshirts, and cologne. I know his size in everything and I know exactly what he likes.

Nash was a little harder to shop for. I had an idea of things I thought he would like but I just couldn't be sure. I spent almost a half hour deciding on what watch to get him until I decided on a sterling silver one with a black leather strap. I also get him a cologne that smells nothing like the one I got for Sam and I like both scents even though they are so different. I also get Nash a pair of combat boots and I realize just how different Nash and Sam's styles really are.

I really shouldn't be comparing them but I do it time and time again as I look for things I'm certain one of them would love and the other would hate. One particular trench coat is sophisticated and edgy, I can practically imagine Nash in it. He has a more mature style than most other teenaged guys even though he acts so childish and lighthearted. Sam however dresses more urbanely and pays more attention to what brands are more popular so I'm certain he would prefer a Young&Reckless hoodie over the trench coat any day. He dresses more casually and laid back but I love the way he looks dressed up as well like he was at Shawn's ball.

It took me until 3:00 in the morning to finish wrapping and I ended up having to unwrap five of them because I couldn't remember if I had removed the price tags or not. My mom woke me by sweeping the hair from my forehead back and shaking me gently.

"Merry Christmas baby." She smiled, her pale cheeks becoming rosy as she watched me open my first present. It was a pair of matte black Doc Martens that I am absolutely in love with. The rest of my gifts are numerous perfumes and a few jeans and hoodies. My mom knows me so well and I am so glad that we are as close as we are. She has always found a way to make up for the lack of affection and support I get from my father by providing it all herself.

I called Nash that night to breeze over how our Christmas' went and his went well, him having face timed Skylynn and I'm a little upset that I have yet to see or speak to her myself, only having heard Nash talk about her and show me pictures.

She is a bright eyed, happy, adorable little blonde girl. Her eyes aren't blue like I had expected but they are still just as pretty as Nash's.

When I asked Nash what he wanted to do for his birthday on Sunday, he said that he just wanted to go out with me for dinner and something else like a movie or bowling which I teased him about because it was such stereotypical cheesy first date.