December 25, 2011
Step 95 to changing: be a good sport this year at Christmas
Last year I pretty much ruined the Christmas party at my mom's house because I got caught under the mistletoe with Sam (I don't even know why my mom invited him) and I flipped out. I cursed everyone, even my mom out, and then stormed outside, ripping down as many decorations as I could on my way out.
This year, I'm going to be a good sport. If I get caught under the mistletoe with someone I'm not going to flip out. I'm going to smile and try very hard to vomit in the guy's mouth. Mom also didn't invite Sam this year, so there will be a lot less drama. But I was also drinking a lot of sparkling cider with Jake, just in case I needed the alcohol to keep me mellow.
"Mom!" Seth shouted, catching me off guard. God, why was he always so loud? "Jake and Leah are under the mistletoe!"
Well, I did plan to be a good sport this year.
I took Jake's face in my hands and smashed my lips against his. The sparks the tingled my lips and the shiver that went down my spine had nothing to do with the fact that I was kissing Jake. I was drunk.
And just to prove that to myself, I turned around and kissed the closest person to me the exact same way I kissed Jake.
It was my uncle.
I went upstairs and washed my mouth out with soap and didn't come back out for the next two days.
