Not a Love Story

28

It's been a few days, it's Monday twenty-third today, so almost Christmas.

I'm at home again, today I'm making cookies.

Alone, yeah I know.

Mom is working again, I only know because she said goodbye this morning.

I don't know when she'll be back.

I'll probably spend this Christmas alone again.

It'll be the fifth year.

"Well, what else should I do?"

I really didn't know what else I could do.

But then I hear a knock at my door.

10:37 a.m.

I checked my phone, then I walked to the door.

"I'm coming!" Who ever it was, was knocking repeatedly.

I finally reach the door and open it.

"Hello, Merry Christmas."

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Because I like you. I wanted to spend some time with you." You said forcing your way in, then closing the door behind you.

You walk to my kitchen and see the chocolate chips I forgot to put away.

You also saw my messy dishes.

But you took some chocolate chips and munched on them.

I barely finished putting the cookies to bake, I was about to clean the dishes but you came.

"Get out!" I say as I walk to the dishes, to clean them.

You look around, sighed and shook your head.

"I'm here to spend time with you."

I start the water and start washing.

"Go spend time with your girlfriend."

I didn't hear anything from you.

But I felt your presence come closer to mine.

"I don't want to."

I was on the third dish, when I felt arms wrap around my waist and a chin on my shoulder.

"I want to be here, with you."

I finish the last smaller dishes before splashing the left over water on my hands to your face.

"Hey!" I smiled at my accomplishment.

You didn't let me go though, in fact you held me tighter.

"Let me go!" I say as I walk to get a towel and dry my hands with.

"No!"

I pressed my lips together trying to contain my smile.

I finish drying my hands and go to the fridge.

"Why not?"

I grab the milk and put it on the counter.

"Because."

Then I head to a cabinet and grab a pot.

"Because what?" I asked again.

You kept wobbling behind me, as I set the pot on the stove.

"I just don't want to. Is that so bad?" You asked as I then headed to another cabinet.

"Yes, very."

It's a higher cabinet, not that high but high.

"I need to get that." I point to a little cylinder like box. "So let me go."

But you didn't, instead you reached for the cylinder box.

"Hot chocolate?" You asked.

"Yeah, I'm cold." I take the item and walk back to the pot.

"But I'm holding you." I can hear your pout.

I pour the milk into the pot and turn the gas on for the pot to heat up.

Then I wait.

"Yeah well..." I didn't say anything since you were keeping me pretty warm.

We stand there for a few more minutes in silence.

My heart beating rapidly, as I heard you breathe in and out.

"Why are you here really?" I asked not even trying to make you let go anymore.

"You smell good." You avoided the question, but I felt my cheek heat up a little.

You the let one arm off my waist and proceed to pat my head.

"What are you doing?"

I check to see if the milk is ready yet.

"Showing you affection."

I use this opportunity to twirl myself off your grasp which worked.

"Hey!" I grabbed the cylinder box and took to circular items out of it, then ran around the island to get a large spoon.

You sped walked towards me but I ran away before you came to me.

Then we were going in circles around the island.

"Hey! Come back!" You say as I laugh at how poor you are at catching me.

"No way!" I say out of breath from all the running.

I then end up in front of the pot and put the two circular chocolate bars inside the pot.

I stop running away and let you hold me again, as I start to stir the bars in the pot.

You kiss my cheek unexpectedly.

"Please go out with me?"

You lay your chin on my shoulder again.

I can't hate you, can I?