I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need....
I watch as Eve skips around her room, slinging decorations all over. Meanwhile, I'm sitting and listening to her Christmas playlist, hearing her sing along.
I shake my head at her in amusement, "You way too into Christmas Eve."
Eve turns to me slowly, her mouth wide open and eyes wide.
"Oh my God Valentina! Christmas Eve! Get it, because my name is Eve and it's Christmas Eve."
I grimace, "Yes I get it, I get it. Calm down."
She grins at me, hopping back over after she tries to fix the crooked Christmas tree.
"So what are we going to do?" Eve asks, dusting some fallen glitter from the ornaments off of her.
I look at her with pursed lips, I swear we have this conversation every time I come over.
"I don't know, its your house.." I hold back a smile when Eve now purses her lips at me.
"I mean, we can go out to eat. Oh! But we have to stop by my grandparents house for a while. I got to say hey to my family and stuff or my parents are going to yell at me. You know the drill."
My lips quirk up into a knowing smile, "I knew we were going out. Good thing I brought my best dress and heels!"
We have a while before we have to go or anything, so we spent our time doing our normal weird stuff. Like trying to do diy things off of pinterest, or trying to bake some new desert. But they end up being burnt or tasting disgusting.
After some time, we gave up and decided to get ready.
I pull out my dress from my bag and Eve eyes it suspiciously.
"That looks a little tight, we are going to a family friendly event you know."
I roll my eyes, slipping on the fitted knee length, red dress. It had no sleeves and sort of a low cut at the boobs, but nothing too crazy.
When Eve finally see's it on, her eyes widen and she shake her head frantically.
"No, no, no! You can't wear that! It's too tight Val."
I smooth down the dress, feeling the soft material underneath my hands.
I pout at her, "What else am I supposed to wear? I only brought this dress and it's so prettyyy."
She places her hands on her hips, eyeing me up and down.
"You can wear one of my dresses." She motions toward her closet.
I scrunch my nose up, "None of your dresses really fit me right."
She sighs, finally giving in. "Fine, but when we see my grandparents, you have to wear like a sweater or something over it."
She throws me one of her light black sweaters and I nod. I'll just take it off after we leave her grandparents house, when we go to dinner.
Eve changes into a cute dark red, velvety dress. The sleeves came a little below her elbows and the dress came down loose and flowy below her waist.
"Cute." I tell her, as we go into her bathroom.
I always tell her how strange her bathroom is because it has carpet in it, with two sinks and a full, large mirror above.
We talk about the latest chisme at school, like how somebody childishly pulled the fire alarm for a dare or that a known school hoe was caught sucking a guy off behind the bleachers.
I do a pretty neutral makeup look, the only thing standing out is my dark red lipstick and long lashes.
Eve went for a simple look as well, although her makeup look was more glowy than mine. She tried to do a lip stain, but it didn't really work out so she just put a bit of chapstick over it.
I leave my hair down natural and Eve does the same.
We sit on her bed, I put on some black heels and Eve, some nude ones.
She groans, "You already know my mom is going to make us take pictures."
I laugh in response, "I don't mind, we look like some snacks."
I smack her butt as she stands and she winks at me.
We grab our things and slowly make our way down stairs, not wanting to trip and break our backs.
I already see Eve's mom with her phone ready in her hand, with a wide smile.
"You girls look so beautiful!" She tells us.
Eve tries to make a getaway towards the door, but her mom's voice stops her.
"Come over her Eve. I need to take some pictures of you two!"
She complies reluctantly and we pose in different positions, her mom continuing to tell us how cute we looked.
She sends the pictures to Eve's phone and we finally leave, taking a separate car from her parents to go to Eve's grandparents house.
As we sit in the car, I take Eve's phone. Sending all of the pictures to my phone, I go through each one.
"Should I put one on Snapchat or Instagram?"
She eyes the pictures from my phone, "Snapchat, lets take a picture at the restaurant and post that one on Instagram."
I throw my head to the side laughing because Eve takes posting her pictures so seriously.
I put one on my Snapchat story where Eve and I have our arms around each other's waist and we are smiling sweetly.
We pull into the driveway and Eve reminds me to put on the little sweater.
I groan, complaining it doesn't go with the dress but put it on anyway.
As soon as we walk in, we are greeted with the squeals and shrieks of Eve's little cousins.
"Hey Eve. Hey Valentina."
"You look weird."
"Do your have games on your phone?"
"Why are you wearing that?"
All her cousins say at once and Eve looks at me with a distressed face. She really doesn't like them.
She pulls me over to her grandparents and her Grandma immediately stands up and comes to hug us.
"When did you ladies grow up so quick, you both look so elegant."
We both say thank you, greeting her grandfather too.
We sit and talk for a while, I laugh every time Eve's little cousins come over to bother her.
Finally her grandmother claps her hands together standing up, "Why don't us ladies go somewhere else. How does that sound?"
Eve shoots up, shrugging off the kids, "Sounds amazing!"
I snicker, following behind her as we walk into a separate room.
We end up playing some card games, which I always end up losing and Eve keeps winning.
Her grandma slams her cards down when Eve wins another round, "Why you little rat. You just keep winning don't you?"
I can't help but let a laugh out when she calls her a rat, but I quickly cover it with a cough.
"Um, I think Valentina and I should be leaving now. We made a reservation earlier today at Fiore."
We all stand and Eve's grandmother clasps her hands together.
"Oh! The Italian restaurant. What a nice place to go, lovely food."
We say our goodbyes and Eve is the first out the door and back in the car.
I slip off the sweater and stretch a little, "My grandma like, loves you." Eve tells me, running her fingers through her hair.
I laugh looking at the mirror in the car, fixing my makeup.
"No I think she loves you more, you little rat!"
She slaps me and we laugh driving away.
We made it to the restaurant about 30 minutes ago, now eating our food and laughing loudly at some jokes. Making the older people frown at us and muttering 'kids these days.'
Eve chokes on her drink and I frown at her, turning my head to see what she was looking at.
In walks in about 5 gorgeous boys, I think our age, being escorted by the waitress to the table directly next to us.
Eve turns red and I just brush some hair off my shoulder carelessly.
I playfully put my hand up to my heart, "Eve, you have a man and you over here drooling over these boys."
I really didn't care though because Jackson would do the same, even when Eve was there.
She shrugs, "It doesn't hurt to look."
I catch one of the guys looking at us, he has smooth tanned skin and nice slicked back dark brown hair. His eyes a piercing blue when I look over.
"How much you want to bet their Italian." I whisper lowly to Eve.
"That would be such a coincidence. I mean they are Italian, in a Italian restaurant." I chuckle at her awestruck face.
"Don't be so obvious Eve."
She straightens herself out and we decide to go to the bathroom to freshen up.
When we come back we see that our table is not in the same place we left it.
I look at Eve confused and she says, "Mandela effect?"
I laugh at our inside joke but nudge Eve when I finally see our table was moved to connect with the hot boys that we were sitting next to.
The boy that I described earlier was staring dead into my eyes, with a smirk on his lips.
"Come join us mio amore."