Christmas Love (A Justin Bieber Fan fiction | Slowly Editing)

Chapter Three

Christmas is just around the corner—it's merely a week away, and our home needs to cheer up. I called my Dad who's at his mini office.

      "Dad!" I shouted, "You better help me with these things. You're going to be so busy at the restaurant on Christmas and I'm going to end up being here all by myself. At least you could lend a hand a little bit," I suggested meanwhile carrying a box of ornaments and tinsel over the pine tree.

      Yesterday, Dad was able purchase an artificial Christmas tree. It was better than cutting off a real pine tree. And besides, cutting off one would be a waste, especially when it gets thrown after the holidays. That's too much of a hassle, you know.

      The tree my Dad got was about 6 feet, almost six inches taller than me. I spent a good half an hour decorating the tree, and another hour cleaning and decorating the whole leaving room. When the place was good to go and twinkled with Christmas joy, I decided to go up my room.

      The journey to my room was short. When I reached the safety of my chamber, I went to my bed and plopped myself onto it. The bed screeched in complaint at my weight. I grabbed my favourite pillow and hugged it as I sighed.

      I looked at my phone resting on my bedside table. I heaved a sigh again. He said he would call.

      It's been a four days now since Justin and I met. Since that night where we were enjoying the snowball fight in the park. Four days since he told me he would call.

      Unfortunately, he never called. And I didn't let myself into thinking of calling him. I don't want to end up being 'feeling close'. I mean, I just met him.

      You're so gross, Alexis. This isn't you, my subconscious said all of a sudden; bringing me back to my reality. And she's definitely right. This isn't me at all.

      And besides, who am I kidding?

      But despite of this, why can't help myself from feeling down about it? I couldn't help myself from thinking: should I just give up already?

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A loud piercing noise came waking me up. I groaned, annoyed and still sleepy. It's my last day of school today. I slammed the snooze button of my alarm clock, making the obnoxious sound go off.

      I rubbed my eyes and pushed my body into a sitting position. I stretched my arms widely as I yawn. I threw my legs at the edge of my bed and stood up. I glanced at my clock and it read 7:00AM. And that was my cue to head to the bathroom and take a waking-up bath.

      Forty-five minutes passed and I was ready. I went down to the kitchen and took an apple out of the fruit bowl. I took a bite from the red apple before grabbing my backpack and rushing to the front door. I locked the house first before heading to my car and drove towards school.

      It was Thursday, my last day of school since we were told ahead of time that we wouldn't have class tomorrow. And then, weekend after that, winter break would begin.

The day dragged on for what seemed liked ages. And now, last period came. I counted down the seconds, continuously peeking down on my wrist watch.

      Two minutes... One minute... thirty seconds... fifteen... ten... five... one second left.

      "You may leave," my professor announced to the whole class. I smiled to myself as I stood up from my chair. I reached for my back, stretching it a bit as the pain from sitting collapsed on me.