Someone left the window open

It All Started When Someone Left The Window Open

                               ❄️Window❄️
    I could feel the wind blowing across my face, my eyes blinked open as I became aware of my surroundings. 7:00 AM. That's what my clock read. before i could even process how dang early it was i could hear my boyfriend yell, "Jen! Time to get out of bed! It's a snow day!" Once he stopped singing snow day to the top of his lungs I realized 4 things; 1: it smelled like bacon. 2: my feet were cold. 3: My boyfriend is in my house and I didn't know that he was until just now & 4: someone had left the window open. I quickly closed the window, put on some sweat pants and walked down the stairs, I could hear christmas music and the sizzling of a fry pan coming from the kitchen. A smile appeared on my face. I stood in the kitchen, a tiny pathetic kitchen. The walls were yellow, the cabinets were an ugly toe blonde color and the counter top was stained white. My boyfriend turned, suddenly realizing that I was admiring his abs, he put his hoodie on and embraced my arms, before finally telling me to look up. I moved my head upward but my jaw went downward... Mistletoe, everywhere. Devon had gone and decorated the entire house full of mistletoe. I smiled and giggled before finally pressing my lips against his. Soft, moist, minty fresh. I rubbed my hand through his messy blonde hair before he picked me up and spun me around, allowing my eyes to focus on the luxurious christmas tree, decorated with all of my families ornaments. "I'm in love," I told myself. 

    My parents were out of town, on a ice fishing trip they claimed, so I was stuck at the house all weekend, Devon nor I could drive but we didn't mind, we had a suburban three story house to ourselves all weekend. Devon's parents were under the impression that he was at a different friend's house and that he would be home sunday evening, so we were in the clear to be with each other. A couple hours after breakfast, Devon and I were sitting on the couch in my living room, watching How I Met Your Mother. It was our favorite show and we watched it every day after school, until 4, when Ellen came on. Devon always imagined himself as a funny Barney Stinson like guy but he was more of a Ted person. Emotional, but collect, with a few random burst of insanity, but still always in the spotlight. In this particular episode, Lily and Ted were arguing about their apartment, claiming that Ted needed to sell all of the belongings from his ex's so that way he could move on from all of them. "Fine I'll do it," Ted finally agreed. I looked up at Devon, resting my head against his cheek and asked "If we break up will you sell all of the stuff that I've given you?" Devon smiled, chuckled and finally said "Maybe I am more of a Ted kinda guy." I blushed and embrace his touch a little more. This was becoming the perfect end of a perfect year.

    At the end of the day the sink was full, two coffee cups, two spoons, two forks, two plates and two bowls. We were both lazy and decided that no one could know Devon was here so we washed one of everything in the sinc and left the rest as a reminisce of my me. It was a great day and tomorrow would be even better, I had 2 more days of paradise and I wasn't gonna waste them. Devon and I walked up stairs, went in my room, shut the door and got in bed. He tossed and turned before pulling out a book.. I eyed it for a moment and read the title, The Playbook, By Barney Stinson. He flipped to the back and found a blank page. He pulled out a pen from the nightstand drawer and began to write; The Last Play You'll ever need: Titled - December 14th. Materials required: Bacon, Hot Chocolate, Mistletoe ( A Lot ), A Christmas Tree, Ornaments, A girlfriend. Preparation can vary based on ability to purchase products and get a girlfriend. I smiled and rolled over before looking at the window. I could hear the wind whistling just outside. "Devon?" I asked. "Yes Hun?" he said. I bit my lip and asked, "Did you open the window this morning?" I rolled over and watched his face, he looked like he was thinking really hard before he finally responded, "Yeah, your forehead was really hot and I opened the window to cool you off." And right then I realized, It all began when someone left the window open.