A/N: Don't really know how to describe this...but Merry Christmas!
On Our Own
Its Christmas,and we walk alone
Two strangers with no one to miss us
On our own, out in the cold
Trudging onward, braving a harsh winter storm
You and I met passing by and now our spirits feel warm
I don't have anyone at home to talk to and you don't have anything to do
So I'll spend my Christmas with you
The Christmas Song; Owl City
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Massie Block sits on the Central Park benches, alone.
She's very aware of the fact she's just torturing herself. Young couples sharing kisses, and old couples with grandchildren; it's all too overwhelming. And terrible.
She knows she should be helping her mother bake cookies for a figment of her imagination, to let her mother know she's not going anywhere. She knows she should help her father put up last minute Christmas lights, to let him know she's still his little girl. Instead, she sits here, watching her friends enjoy their Christmas Eve-Eve date, how lame.
"So, enjoying yourself?" A deep voice asked. "Yeah, because everyone wants to spend their holidays watching people make out." Massie replied. She turned to the figure.
It was a boy, hence the voice. He looked about Massie's age with crystal blue eyes and dreamy dark hair. He was short, but what he lacked in height he had in looks, and Massie was fine with that. "I'm Thomas," He said. "Massie,"
"Cool. So, uh, what are you doing?"
"Watching people." She said, her eyes returning to the sight of Derrington--Derrick and Dylan giggling. "They look like they're having alot of fun."
"I guess," Thomas shrugged, "So, why are you watching people?"
"I dunno. Bored, I guess." Wrong, she sang in her head, I want Derrick for myself.
"Oh Derrick!" Dylan yelled, "Stop!" Massie rolled her eyes, "Oh Dylan, shut up." Thomas raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that girl?"
"The red-head? I don't." More lies. "You called her Dylan." He states matter-of-factly. "Well, you called yourself Thomas,"
"Because that's my name. You know, you're really bad at comebacks." Massie gasped, "Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Am nawt!" She playfully hits him on the arm. What am I doing? I hardly know the guy! And besides, I want Derrick. Thomas smiles, nudging her back. "So really, how do you know her?"
"It's a friend." Massie says. He nods. They sit there in silence for a while before Massie speaks up, "It's a friend, and an ex." Thomas's mouth forms a shape of a small 'o'. "Well, that explains why you're stalking them." He retorts. "Me? A stalker? As if!" He laughs loudly and Massie can't help but smile. "So, does that mean your over him?"
"You ask too many questions." Massie commented. "I'll take that as a yes," He reasoned. He got down on one knee, as if he were to propose. "Massie whatever-your-last-name-is," He starts, Massie giggles. "Will you walk around the park with me?" She rolls her eyes for what feel like the thousandth time today, "Why would I want to do that?"
"Well, you need a distraction, and I've got nothing better to do."
"And what makes you think I need you as my distraction, as if you weren't already?"
"You are as cute as a button." He brings his finger to her nose."Why are you here Thomas?" Massie asks. "Uh, parents were fighting. Took it as an opportunity to get out, you know?"
"Totally,"
"So would you mind taking my offer, my pants are getting dirty."
"Oh, I wouldn't mind at all." She takes his hand as he stands up. "Thanks for everything," Massie says, and Thomas nods. "Hey, can we walk past Dylan and Derrington laughing like, really loud?"
Thomas laughs, "Whatever you wish,"
