III

Mistletoe

Alexandra

-Come in-. She whispers as she enters her house. I obey and follow her, watching every move she makes until we arrive to her living room. She stops by the small table beside the couch and after a few seconds, she turns back to me

-Seems like we can be as loud as we want playing Street Fighter-. Her hand grips a yellow piece of paper and she makes a pretty good basket on the trash beside the front door.

I try to avoid the second meaning that had and follow her closer. Her house is so fancy that I feel like I'm going to break something if I move my arm.

-Right here- her voice breaks my concentration on the paintings hanging on the walls and it's focused on something else. I can't help but stare at her as we are walking upstairs.

-Blue-. I smile to myself and jump back a little as she turns to me.

-What?-. My cheeks start feeling hot and I shake my head looking away from her

-Nothing, your house is beautiful-. I smile up at her and she quirks her eyebrow. I love when she does that. She looks suspiciously at me before she flashes a smile.

-Well, thank you-. I sigh in relief as she turns back and we continue walking up.

By the time we reach the first floor, I find myself mesmerized. Everything is cream and red contrasted in a perfect way. It's too elegant but still simple. It's beautiful

-Here-. She holds open the door in front of us and I walk inside, mumbling a thank you as I pass by her side. Whoa this is … so much different as how I expected it.

Allison

-So, this is your room?-. I hate lying, especially to her. But there's nothing more I can do.

-Yes, what do you think?-. The aliens in Mars can hear how nervous I am. I had to open Dallas's room and name it as mine because my room is too weird.

-Well, honestly, I expected something different-. Gosh I love when she talks that low. I can hear everything she says but it's hard to process it with all the words I imagine her say in that voice. She quirks her eyebrow and stands up from the bed she's just sat down two minutes ago. My heart starts pumping faster as she walks along the commode

-Oh, Dallas never told me she went to Paris-. She knows, she knows I'm lying.

-Yeah, it was not the best trip of her life, maybe it's because of that-.

-Mhhm-. I start rubbing my nails over my teeth as I watch her inspect every single photo frame.

-Sure you have a lot of photos of your sister in here-. She turns to me and gives me a knowing look. I just stand there and nod faintly

-Can we go to your room now?-. She walks closer to me. I can't show her my room. She will be disgusted

-Or you want me to find it by myself?-. She asks suggestively running a finger up my arm. What is she doing? Can't she notice it's enough difficult to be in the same room as her?

-Over here-. I walk out of Dallas's room but as soon as I touch the hall, my foot crashes with a box. My mom is already decorating the house for Christmas. Like seriously? On October?

-Be careful-. I jump the three boxes that are blocking the small hall and finally step into my room's entrance. I open the door and hold it open for her to get in. She smiles down at me and gets inside

Alexandra

Now this is what I wanted. Her room is amazing! Her walls are light blue; my favorite color. She has posters of various actresses pasted on some spots. Random pictures are in her mirror and two guitars are hanging from the largest wall. On the other side of the room is a white piano, so beautiful.

-Wow-. I can't even express how much I like her room. It's flawless, just like her. Well, technically not, she's more gorgeous than her room. She's more gorgeous than anything in this world.

-I know it's a little bit weird but-.

-Are you kidding me? This is the most beautiful bedroom I've ever seen in my life. And believe me, I've seen a few-. I regret my words as soon as I spell them. You're so smart Alex, so smart. Why don't you look up for the nearest cliff and spell all your stupid words before you jump?

-Really? Well thank you-. I would have made her feel better if I hadn't said the last thing. Now I fucked everything up. Now she's looking around for a spot to look. Her voice is low and uneven. You have to fix this, Alex. I walk up to her and hold her cheek on my hand. I don't know what I'm doing, but I don't care anymore. I just want to roll as things take place themselves

-Really. I can tell it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen but I've already met you-. I give her my best smile and her cheeks start turning red. I would love to spend the rest of my life doing this. It's the most amazing non paid work.

-You're so charm Alex-. She laughs out nervously. I love looking at her eyes. And I love even more when she looks at mine. It's not like I'm in heaven, because I don't want to sound hypocrite. It's just like everything around us disappears and there's just her and me. No colors. No stuff. Just both of us and it's magical.

-I've been told-. I wink at her and we both chuckle. I pull my hand away, trying to ignore the urge of kiss the life out of her right now, right here.

-So, what's there to do?-. I turn to give a last view to her whole room before I lock eyes with her again.

-Well we can watch a movie, but we had just watched a play so you might get bored-. I smile and nod slowly. I can never get bored with her but she's right, two drama scenarios in one night it's not that interesting.

-Though we can decorate the tree as we half watch a movie, maybe? Or suggest something; we'll do whatever you'd like to-.

-That sounds fun enough-. I smile down at her and she takes my hand, pulling us out of her bedroom.

-Okay so we have toys, candies and these shiny balls-. I know I might sound so stupid but I'm not used to these things, in my house we don't celebrate Christmas. Why? I don't have an idea.

-They're called spheres-. She laughs out taking a few more things off the box

-Yeah, pssh. I knew that-. I throw a toy to her face and she laughs again

-Okay so weh. Have to-ihmmm carry all this stuff to the waiting room-. She manages to say as she carries up one of the boxes

-You have a waiting room?-. I ask as I lean down to carry another one

-Yep-. She leans down to carry the last one until I stop her

-Don't worry; I'll carry the rest-. I put the box in my hands under my left arm and lift up the other box with my right hand-. She is about to complain when I blow her a kiss. She smiles nervously. I follow her trough the hall until we reach a brown door. She opens it for me and I get in. But stay still in the entrance. I can't see a thing, and I don't know where the lights are to turn them on.

I am about to ask Sonny where the lights are when I feel a hand grip my waist and suddenly air hits my ear, making my legs go weak.

-Don't move-. Geez, the shiver I feel every time she whispers. Her hand moves to my lower back and grips the waistband of my jeans. I stay still, following her orders, but that doesn't keep me from groaning a little bit at her actions.

Suddenly the lights are on and I can see the whole room in its own beauty.

-Okay so, first we're going to put the lights on the tree-. I nod still confused. How can she act that normal after what she did? Ugh Sonny.

Putting the lights took us five minutes approximately, without counting those in which we were fooling around, encircling each other in them.

-What's next?-. She asks and I bend down to look at the box's content.

-How about we put on the toys?-. I suggest hanging a small teddy bear in my finger.

-Good idea-. She takes the bear off my finger and hangs it on a branch. I sit on the floor and pass her all the toys in there.

Allison

We are putting the toys on the tree when suddenly she stops passing me the toys. I turn to her and notice something's caught her attention. She turns to me and I quickly look back at the tree.

-What's this?-. I look back at her and spot mistletoe hanging from her hand

-It's a mistletoe?-. I trail off. Who doesn't know what mistletoe is? I stare at her as she watches it carefully. This is a joke, isn't it?

-You really don't know what mistletoe is?-.

-No. My family is not into Christmas and this stuff-.

-Oh my god, is because of your religion? I'm sorry; we can do something else-.

-No, it's okay. It's not a religious thing. I don't even know why we don't celebrate it. But what's this for?-. She shows me again the mistletoe and I walk closer to her

-It's another Christmas decoration. It's kind of a tradition that when two people are under the mistletoe they should kiss. It's too corny though-. I chuckle and watch her as she turns it around and looks at every single detail of it.

-Have you ever kissed someone under this?-. I smile and shake my head

-No, never in my life-. I walk back to where she is sitting and lean over the box, searching for more toys but it seems like we've finished.

-So. If I do this…-. She trails off as she stands on her knees in front of me. Her arm lifts up and my jaw hangs open when I notice what she is doing.

-I have to kiss you, right? Since I'm supposed to-.

-I-well. You—uhm. What? Her body gets closer to mine and I feel the air stuck in my lungs. Is she doing what I think she's doing?

So,I kind of need you to tell me if I continue with this or not ...