it's a bad religion
to be in love with
someone who
could never love you.
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in which an on-screen genius creates an off-screen disaster.
*completed on 4/24/2020*
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a loud giggle left my lips as i twirled around my living room, christmas music blasting through my speakers. a glass of wine in my right hand and a mess of lights in my left.
"you're the cutest thing that's ever touched this planet. i hope you know that." kirsten smiles as she plops down the last box of decorations.
"it's christmas, kirst! how can i not be happy?" i gush, placing my wine on the table and pulling at the knotted string of lights.
"i've never seen someone so happy to untangle christmas lights." she laughs, taking my glass from the table and sitting on my couch behind me.
i hum in response as i pull the string, untangling the lights and plugging them into the extension cord, draping them around my living room tree.
"remind me why you need multiple trees?" she asks, laying back into the couch.
"because, one for the living room, one for my room, one for the dining room, one for the guest room, and a miniature one for the kitchen. it's festive, kirsten." i explain as i jump up, tossing the lights over the top of my tall white tree.
(a/n: i'm not sure how, but tall white tree sounds racist. maybe i...maybe i should rewrite. i-)
"i know it's festive, and your house always looks amazing. i'm so proud." she says, her lips in a tight smile.
"besides, i have a reputation to uphold." i boast, sticking my tongue out at the woman as i pull the star out from the box, a sigh escaping my lips as i trace my finger over the sticky tips of the golden metal star.
"i'm serious, this thing is dangerous!" matthew laughs as he pokes at the ends of the star.
"it is not! you're just a baby." i smile, snatching the decoration from his large hands.
"i am not a baby. tell me you couldn't slit a throat with that!" he exclaims, gesturing wildly with his long arms.
"now that is a movie i'd see. nobody's ever made on of those. a christmas horror movie."
"are...are you joking?" matthew deadpans, staring straight at me, making my heart skip a beat.
"w-what?"
"uhhh...the like hundred adaptations of krapmus? a christmas horror story? jack frost?"
a blank look spreads across my face as i try to think of the movies he's just named off.
"oh you've got to be joking- that's what we're doing tonight. after we finish decorating, we're watching the all of them." matthew points at me, sticking a jumbo marshmallow on the end of the star.
"matthew!" i laugh, looking down at the baby-proofed decoration.
"what? now it's safe. and tasty." he smiles, as he takes more marshmallows, sticking them on the ends of the star.
