After opening gifts, we all worked together to make a giant breakfast. Nathan made French toast - something he is strangely good at, Darian made bacon and eggs, and Samara and I tried to make cinnamon buns. Emphasis on tried.
Nathan ate them like a trooper and Darian kindly spit it in his napkin when he thought we weren't looking. Samara, on the other hand, thought they tasted great. She ate four.
When the breakfast was done, Samara had to leave because her aunt invited her to dinner. She tried to convince me to go, but I decided she should be with family.
For the rest of the day, the boys and I watched Christmas movies. When three o'clock rolled around, Darian got up to get dressed for their family dinner.
Nathan stayed on the couch with me and I glanced over at him. "Shouldn't you be getting ready too?"
He sighed and scratched the back of his head, looking a little hesitant to speak. "I need to tell you something."
My heart picked up in pace as I studied his face. He looked like he was about to tell me he drowned a kitten. I swallowed some air and I said, "W-what's going on?"
"I-" Nathan began. He paused for a moment and muttered a curse under his breath. When he found the words he was searching for, he continued. "I told my parents I have a girlfriend."
I sucked in a breath and I felt my stomach sink a little bit.
I didn't know he was seeing anyone. It kind of hurts that he didn't tell me, I thought him and I were closer than that. But maybe he wanted to wait until he was serious about the girl.
That thought made my stomach sink even lower.
Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I gave him a small smile. "Who's the lucky girl?"
Nathan looked at me and chuckled, so loudly it filled the room. "No one! I just told my parents that."
I blinked a few times but I didn't speak.
That jerkface had me worrying for like two minutes only to be single and lying to his parents.
Shifting so I could face him completely, I licked my lips. "So...?"
"So..." He sighed and ran his hand through his silky hair and muttered, "I need you to be my fake girlfriend."
"What?!" I jumped off the couch and looked at Nathan, bewildered. "Nate, I can't be your fake girlfriend! You know how weird that would be for Darian? Not to mention, me?!"
Nathan stood up and placed his hands on both my shoulders and gave me his best pleading look he could muster. "Please, Audrey? You don't understand, my mom was so happy to hear I had a girlfriend. I can't just tell her I lied, especially on Christmas."
I stared at Nathan and his hazel eyes poured into mine to the point I couldn't look away. Not even if I tried.
Damn, he's good.
I bit my lip and nodded my head slowly. "Fine. I can be your fake girlfriend."
Nathan's face lit up like a Christmas tree and he hugged me so tight I could barely breathe.
"Just-" I breathed. "This once."
He pulled away and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then started for his bedroom door. "I promise you won't regret this! I'll be the best fake boyfriend you'll ever meet!"
I stood in the living room, stunned at his reaction.
Absently, my hand made it's way to my cheek where he had kissed me and I couldn't help but to notice the tingling feeling it had left behind.
"Audrey, we're leaving!" Darian yelled from the hallway.
I sighed as I combed through my hair again. "Give me a minute!"
After finding out I had little under an hour to get ready, I had rushed to my room and scavenge through my closet to find an appropriate outfit for tonight. Eventually, I located my red dress with lace sleeves and my black heels.
Giving myself one last look, I nodded my head in approval.
I exited my room and met up with Darian and Nathan outside the apartment as they waited for the taxi.
When we reached Nathan and Darian's childhood home, I took in a breath.
The house was big, with its own roundabout driveway and gate made of iron. Vines creeped up the sides of the house made of white stones and lights twinkled on the roof and front garden.
"Don't be intimidated," Darian began as he studied me carefully. "It looks a lot cozier on the inside."
I rolled my eyes at my roommate. "I'm not intimidated. It looks a bit like my home back in Calgary. But we had a fountain in the garden - it was like this naked baby angel thing, really weird."
Darian laughed and Nathan rolled his eyes as the car came to a stop at the front doors.
Darian got out first and Nathan followed. He rushed to my side of the car, opened the door, and held out his hand.
I blushed slightly at his action and placed my hand in his. "How chivalrous of you."
"Told you I'd be the best fake boyfriend you've ever had," he said with a wink.
We linked arms and started towards the stairs made of marble that lead to the huge black front doors that had been decorated with Christmas wreaths.
I gave Nathan a side glance. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie, and his face no longer had his slight stubble, instead, it was clean shaven. I smirked and said, "You clean up nicely, West."
He looked me over and smirk as well. "Not as well as you, Holland."
Darian coughed awkwardly as we stood by the door. He too was wearing a suit, but this one grey and with a blue tie. Despite looking fairly snazzy, he still wore one of the beanies Samara had given him. He scratched his head and said, "Maybe we should wait out here for a minute. I'm really not prepared for mo-"
Just as Darian was about to say the word mom, a petite woman swung open both doors and squealed, "My babies are home!"
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