December 21st - Mistletoe Moment

(Carly POV)

Thank God for winter break. It's 10 am and I'm still lying in bed, buried deep beneath the multiple layers of blanket I hide under when it's cold. Then it occurs to me... it's the first official day of winter break! Happiness washed over me as I hopped out of bed and grabbed my cell phone to make plans for today. Walking down the stairs, I noticed something... unusual, but since unusual things always occur in my house, it was kind of expected.

Spencer was standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by poinsettias (probably one hundred of them). Instead of the floor, I saw a sea of red and green plants, gold foil wrapped around the pots. "Um, what are you doing?" I laughed.

"Oh, just starting a new sculpture. The usual Monday morning routine. What are you up to today?" He pulled a screwdriver out of his pocket.

"Nothin so far. I was going to drink hot cocoa and watch Girly Cow while I texted, but maybe I'll just go up to the studio, since this TV's kinda unavailable."

"Well you have fun with that. I'll just get to work..." He pulled a ruler out of his pocket.

Some things are better left unknown.

I sat down on the red bean bag chair with my drink and donut, pulling my phone out of my sweatshirt pocket. As I twisted it sideways to text Sam, someone messaged me.

'got any plans 4 2day? my mom wants 2 take me shopping. plz save me!"

I didn't even have to read the name to know it was Freddie that sent me the SOS text. He's the only one I know with a mom that still tries to take him on shopping sprees. I was hoping to get some girl time with Sam today, but it looks like he needs me. Sam's probably got plans with her boyfriend anyway; she's still in that honeymoon phase. Besides, hanging out with Freddie will be great. He understands me just as well, if not better, than Sam does. I replied.

'uh oh! GS in 10?'

It only took him a moment to answer me. I could picture him sitting there, phone in hand, tapping his foot, waiting very impatiently to get an excuse to ditch his mom.

'k. it's on me.'

Crap, ten minutes?! That isn't enough time to shower.... or do anything else, for that matter. I stood up and ran down to my room.

What do I wear? What should I do with my hair? Makeup? Ugh, I look like a zombie. I haven't washed my hair in two days. Wait a second... why do I care?

I shrugged, pulling on the jeans I wore yesterday. I closed my eyes and picked a top, which ended up being a brown sweater that I'd just bought. Taking it a step further, I put on a turquoise necklace and earring set, brushed out my hair (which was wavy; the curls from last night were still half in), and applied mascara and bronzing face moisturizer. I misted on a few sprays of vanilla perfume, put matching lotion on my hands, slipped on brown clogs, and grabbed my purse. Eight minutes after beginning, I was looking decent enough to appear in public.

After walking across the street to the Groovy Smoothie, I pulled my phone out to call Freddie. Turns out, he was already waiting for me. With two drinks and two big cookies.

"I told my mom I had an emergency project meeting for chemistry. She wouldn't stop asking questions, so I ditched her as fast as possible." He explained as I pulled my coat off and sat down.

"Chocolate chip cookies? Nice!" They were my favorite, but I neglected to add that comment to my sentence, since I'm sure he was already aware."

"Yup, and the most delicious hot chocolate in Seattle. It's so great that this place opens for breakfast now."

(Freddie POV)

I looked at her, unable to help it because she was beautiful, but I tried not to stare too intently. After a couple of minutes which consisted of the two of us sipping cocoa and biting on cookies, someone tapped me on the shoulder.

It was T-Bo; he pointing upwards. My eyes followed his fingers, which ended at a bundle of green plant.

"You're at a mistletoe table," he informed us, smiling. "Do with that what you'd like." With one final pat on the shoulder, he walked away.

Carly was looking down, obviously humiliated. Like she would ever want to be caught under mistletoe with me. I decided to just leave the subject alone. There's no use trying, because I know I'll just fail, and to be honest, I'm really getting sick of it.

"It's just a stupid holiday tradition." I said out loud, but the comment was directed more towards myself than to her.

She looked at me for a moment before leaning towards me and planting her lips on my cheek.

After returning to her previous position, she smiled at me. Probably because I was sitting there doing nothing, like a total idiot. "Maybe, but you can't break a Christmas tradition." She told me.

I only have to write two more chapters! This story will be completed tomorrow. This time, I promise. And stay tuned... a new fanfic is in the works.