I stumbled back into the room the previous night after kiss with Jason – as he had walked me to my door – and woke Johanna instantly.
Seeing as it wasn't that late, she was still reading. But her head shot up, her lips curling into a smirk in the protocol.
"Well?" she offered.
"We kissed," I informed, sure my cheeks were changing colour to a dim shade of magenta. I could feel them getting warm as my voice trembled a little after the declaration.
Johanna produced a noise that was between a squeak and a shriek. She clapped her hands frantically until I commenced to quieten her down. She look affronted for a fleeting moment before nodding, comprehending. "Yes, yes," she grumbled to herself. "But this is good news! Where did you two go?"
I retold the entire story of where we went – including the part about passing the warehouse Jason normally runs off to – up to the point of when we kissed. I told her about the fake snow falling and the other couples dancing and the music. Although, when I did say about the music, Johanna frowned.
"I've never heard of Mistletoe," she articulated.
"I'll get my laptop."
I searched up some of the final lyrics up on Google as well as the song title. However, nothing came up except other songs which were like Mistletoe and Wine. Johanna was peering over at my laptop screen with scrunched up eyebrows.
"Don't you think it would have been a bit much to get someone to write a song for Jason just for that?" she concluded.
"Of course," I replied instantaneously.
We dropped the conversation about the music as soon as the silence began to dwell. I closed my laptop down and stuffed it cautiously back into my cupboard, rearranging the food and drinks to accommodate it and its size. Johanna went back to reading and I got out my phone. There were no calls or texts.
"Please don't tell anyone," I implored, turning back to her.
"I won't," she replied earnestly.
The next day was a bit of a haze. I went down to breakfast as customary with Johanna – Verity had left in the night to go to her family so I figured I'd tell her the anecdote when she got back. We ate in a comfortable silence with minimal prattle.
Back in my room, I began to pack my stuff, leaving only a few items like the food and drinks and some notebooks. I managed to fit my stuff in the bags I used when I came here so consequentially, I began to amble down to the car park of the college. Here, I called for a cab – there were numbers in the threshold to the college on a pin-board.
"Hey," called a voice from behind me.
I stuffed my phone back into my pocket subsequent to terminating the call to the cab service and turned around to see Jason strolling up to me. He wore a smile on his face as he stuffed his hands into his jean's pockets.
"Where are you going?" he questioned, eyeing the bags briskly.
"Hotel to spend Christmas with my parents because the day after tomorrow I'm going back to England for most of the remainder of the break," I informed.
Jason frowned. "I was hoping to spend a little of today with you."
I turned to him, incapable to stifle a smile. "Really?"
"Really," he repeated in a low, seductive whisper. How could someone not fall for that?
I bowed my head before raising it again and brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. "Well, maybe I'll say that I have to spend the night back here because my roommate is ill and needs looking after," I compromised.
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