Eighty-Nine, Ninety, and Ninety-One Reasons Why
*Day Twenty-Six*
Annabelle POV
Oh, Christmas Eve. The glorious Christmas Eve. The day where your presents under the tree are so close to being opened, you can feel it.
Except that this year, it's much more different.
Dylan.
This year, he's not here.
And I am feeling very very upset. Every year since he was born, I've been excited, because I had someone around my age to spend my Christmas with. Even though he's eight years younger than me, every year I was so excited, because I would have a partner in opening open presents.
I keep telling myself to feel happy, because he's okay, he's watching you, he doesn't want you to be sad. The only thing he wanted from anyone, ever, was happiness. It's Christmas Eve, you should be happy
But, I can't, because my partner isn't here. I've spent the last eight Christmases with him, and dammit, I was expecting eight more. And really, I was hoping he got at least eighty more Christmases, wether or not it was with me. I was hoping he would live longer than eleven damn years, but, death must happen, and I guess it was Dylan's turn.
I'm not sure what to do. I want to call Ashton, because he always cheers me up. (And because there's four days of the project left, and I'm on reason 88. I need 12 more.) The thing is, it's Christmas Eve. Would he really want to take the time to comfort his crying girlfriend on Christmas Eve? He should be spending time with his family, not whispering into a phone.
Surprisingly though, right then, he calls. I gratefully pick up the phone.
"Hi, Ashton." I whisper.
"Oh God, what's wrong?"
"How'd you know?"
"I'm sidekick. Seriously, though, what's up."
"Dylan. It's the first Christmas I won't be spending with him in eight years."
"I see."
"And I know that I should have seen it coming, because he's been dead for a few weeks, but I never realized how much I loved Christmas with him."
"Well, what do you think he's doing know?"
"I bet he's spending Christmas with all his angel friends in Heaven."
"And do you think he wants you to be sad? Like, c'mon, it's Christmas, no one should have to be sad on Christmas."
"No, he always said that Christmas should be the day where you're the happiest, because God doesn't like people being sad on His Son's birthday."
"You wouldn't want God to be upset, would you?"
"No, I wouldn't."
"Then, how about you make yourself and God happy, by not being upset."
"It's easier said than done, babe."
"I know. But I always think it's easier when you put your mind on something else. Bake some Christmas cookies. You love cookies."
"Alright, I'll try."
"Oh, and Annabelle?"
"Yes?"
"People always say that the first Christmas is the hardest. But you can do it. I believe in you."
89. Comforting, even over the phone
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Anyway, I just wanted to hear your voice. I like putting in an effort to talk to you."
90. Puts up an effort to talk to me
"And I like that you like it."
"Is that a reason?"
"Number ninety."
"Alright, now go bake those cookies!"
"Okay, I will. Thank you, Ashton." I laugh.
"You're welcome. I love you."
"I love you, too." I say and hang up. Instantly, I realize, I feel better.
91. Can make me feel better without being with me.
I walk into the kitchen and start baking cookies, just like Ashton advised me to. My parents are at some Christmas party thing their friend is having, apparently it was an 'adult' party. Even though I'm nineteen, but whatever. I probably wouldn't have fun with a bunch of oldies talking about history and the French and American Revolutions.
Anyway, I'm home alone. You know what that means? I get to invite 100 plus people over and party. Just kidding, I don't even know 100 people. Being home alone means I can listen to music, without headphones! I can also turn it up all the way jam out.
In the middle of my cookie-making-and-jamming time, I get a call from Meghan.
"Hello, best friend." I say.
"Hi, best friend. I have wonderful news!"
"What would that news be?"
"Luke asked me to be his girlfriend today!"
"That's great, Meg! I can tell you really like each other."
"Yeah, oh, and Milly wanted me to tell you that her date with Michael last Friday went great, and now they're spending every breathing moment together." Meghan tells me.
"Good, they're definitely gonna date soon."
"What about Calum and Jenna?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you have Ashton, I have Luke, Mills has Mikey, the only two left are Jenna and Calum. They're bound to date soon, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. I think Ashton might have mentioned something about Calum liking Jenna."
"Seriously?"
"Maybe? I'm not exactly sure. There's a lot going on in my head right now."
"Like what?"
"Can't tell you."
"Belle, I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything."
"And I love you, but if I tell you, then I'll start thinking about it more, and I'm baking cookies to not think about it. It's saddening."
"I get it, it's alright. What kind of cookies?"
"Chocolate peanut butter cup."
"What's that?"
"They're like chocolate chip, but it's a chocolate cookie, with peanut chips. It's a new recipe I wanna try out."
"Sounds delicious."
"If I do it right, I'm hoping they will be."
"Alright, I'll leave you to your baking. Goodbye!"
"Bye, Meg!" I say and hang up. Then, I proceed in my music jamming.
When my parents come home at eleven, my cookies are done and delicious. I quickly fall asleep after that.
A/N: cookie shoutout I LOVE THEM THEYRE MY FAV.
I have the next four days planned out, and I think this is the first time I actually have something planned.
UPDATE! It is currently 16 degrees (F) outside. just shoot me, it'd be less painful.
Hope you enjoyed! See you next update!
Bailey xx
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