A/N: Yo what's up! It's me again with another CAM story for you guys. This is my second cam story, my 1st being Calling You, which to you guys is one of the best stories I have ever written. If it wasn't for you guys I would have just given up writing all together. So this story is calling The Holiday girl. It's inspired by the movies The Holiday and The Family Man. It's in Carly's POV this time. Enjoy and tell me what you think!
What if you had it all? Great life, good family, and wonderful friends to spend every waking moment with. But even though you had it all, there was something missing. Something that you didn't know or couldn't figure out, but you knew, that in your heart, money couldn't buy it.
That's what this story is about. About a girl that had it all. A great home, an awesome brother to take care of her, and working on a popular web show with her wonderful friends. But over the course of the holidays, it all changed.
"Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree," Spencer, my twenty six year old brother, sings as he sets brown cardboard boxes into separate groups.
One of boxes with lights, one with ornaments, and the other with random decorations.
I walk down the stairs, still wearing my pink pj tank top and matching pj bottoms, I look over at the clock.
6:00am.
"Spencer, it's six am," I yawned, "What are you doing?"
"Morning Carly," Spencer stops going through the boxes and looks up at me. "I'm just getting the Christmas stuff ready."
"Christmas?" I ask myself in my half away state. "Halloween just happened and it's not even Thanksgiving. Why so early with Christmas?"
Spencer stands up. "Well I woke up this morning and the little voice in my head was telling me to get into the Christmas sprit. Look." Spencer lifts up his jeans and shows off his light up shocks that he gets from Socko. Red socks with green Christmas trees that light up with blue lights.
"Wow. I'm going back to bed." I begin my way towards my room.
The front door opens and my electric best friend, Sam Puckett, walks in, her nose up in the air like she was a wild animal hunting her prey.
"I knew I smelled food." Sam says closing the door behind her. Her wavy blonde hair bouncing off with every step her feet made. Taking a piece of turkey bacon off the plate, Spencer and I look at each other with disbelief.
"Uhh…hi." I make my way back downstairs.
"Oh, hello," Sam replies with a mouthful, "What's up?"
"Nothing. Please don't take this the wrong way, but, what are you doing here?"
"I was sleeping until the smell of turkey bacon filled my room. So I got up and decided to come over." Sam flops down on the couch and places her feet on the table, like she owns the place.
"Don't you live across town?" Spencer takes the empty plate and takes it over to the sink.
No matter how many years I've know her, Sam still finds away to amaze me when I'm with her. The way she fails test but when it comes to food she is a pro. The way she gives off a smile of approval every time she does something, even if it wasn't that good of a job. The way the curves shapes her small body. The way the jeans hug her hips and shows off her perfect but--."
"Carly!" Spencer calls out.
I shook my head breaking my trance. Spencer was standing next to me, his hand gently grabbing my shoulder, giving it a slight push.
"You ok?"
"Yea. Yea, I'm ok." My eyes fall onto Sam. "IF you don't mind, I'm going to get dressed."
"Hurry up." Sam replies now watching TV.
Skipping up the stairs, I can hear Spencer singing again. This time bellowing out the words to, "I'll be home for Christmas." Entering my bedroom, I take off my pjs and put on a pair of pink and black bra and panties followed by a pair of lose, fitting jeans and a purple shirt with the words All American Girl typed on the front with white font.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
My cell phone goes off.
Snatching it off my dresser, I check and see I have two new text messages. I click on the first one:
Hey, I got my phone back. Text me later. Andy.
Damn it. Can he get the hint?
Andrew Thomas and I dated a few months ago. Things were wonderful between us. Leaving each other messages and telling each other how much we cared for one another. He was my prince and I was his princess. A love story you dream about when you're a young girl.
Then everything changed.
His attitude, the way he stopped leaving me messages, the way he stopped looking at me in the special way he used to. That's when I knew something was wrong.
I asked him about it. All the time. Well most of the time.
Ok only the times he would call or would come near me. And every time I brought the subject up, he would change it and push it even farther away.
Then one day…I snapped.
I told him how I felt, and broke up with the bastard. Kicked him out of my life.
But he keeps on texting me.
Stupid asshole.
The second message is probably from him.
Hey! What's taking you so long? Spencer is talking to a dancing Santa doll. HELP ME! Love Sam.
A smile comes across my face. Every time somebody brings me down, Sam always brings me back up. I begin to dream about the day I told her how I broke up with Andy. How in-between classes she punched him in the face. Busting his nose and lip open in the process.
"I don't know what happened. I was just minding my own business, you know, being the perfect, model student I can be, when he ran into me." Sam tells Principal Franklin, flashing her not so innocent smile.
"Sam, everyone saw you hit Andrew. I have no other reason, but I have to suspend you." Principle Franklin told her in a tough but fair way.
Sam could have cared less though. To her, it was just a three day vacation. But the fact is she beat him up for me.
I slid the phone into my front pocket and head back downstairs, not knowing that this was the begging of where everything changes.
A/N: Thanks for reading. I'll try to have updates every Friday and or Saturday just like with Calling You but I have been busy so bear with me please! Thanks again and until next time this has been the 1st installment of The Holiday Girl!