MIKE'S POV
My eyes slowly open to Eleven shifting in her sleep. Eleven is curled up in fetal position facing the other way from me. My arms are wrapped around her and I'm so close to her that my nose is touching the back of Eleven's neck. We went to bed early last night because Eleven was really tired. I pear over her head to check the clock. Its 12:09. I'm sure my mom is really happy with me that I wasn't there for Christmas morning. It doesn't matter though. I'm with Eleven, and that's the best Christmas present ever. I lightly tap Eleven's arm.
"El, wake up, it's twelve" I say. She grons,
"do I have to wake up?" The rolls over facing me. Our faces are just inches apart, It's nice being this close to her, I start to notice that what she said was pretty stupid, she is already awake, so she doesn't have to be awake, she just chose to be awake, a little grin spreads across my face at how cute that was. Her eyes quickly look down at my little grin and then back up to my eyes. "You'r already awake El" my grin turns into a smile while I say that. "Well do I have to get up?" Her lips start to curl into a adorable smile to. "Only if you want to," I say, "Great, because I want to cuddle a bit more with you," she moves closer to me. Her head rests under my chin. I put one of my arms on her, holding her tight to me. Her checkered pajama shorts brush against my leg. She wraps one of her arms around my waist and we stay like that in a silence for a while.
WILL'S POV
My mom plays jingle bells faintly in the back round off of a record player she got from Hopper for Christmas. We sit on my bed staring the multiple presents we gave each other piled at the end of my bed.
"Will, I got you one more thing for Christmas," Conner says giving me a fairly small green box. Conner doesn't live at my house any more, His dad got really mad at him for being away from home for so long that he forced Conner to live with him, Conner comes over as much as he can to get away his dad. I look down at the green box and back up at him. I smile. "Open it!" He smiles to. I open the box. A small gold ring with small flower ingravings that lie on a bunch of padding. I cover my mouth. "Do you remember the ring?" He looks down at it and back up at me. I nod about to cry.
"Its your moms... Conner, I can't" The ring has a back story. When we were 14, we snuck into his moms bathroom and looked at her jewelry. I remember there was ar ing we found in her draw and I fell in love with that ring. I couldn't stop staring at it, I thought it was so pretty. Conner put it on my finger and we had one of our first "moments" (if that's what you call it). Ever since then we had that moment , we always had random conversations about the ring for some reason. The ring was the only thing that his mom left behind.
"Why are you giving this to me?" I run a finger over the solid gold ring. "because the ring belonged to some one who loved me and who I loved. Witch is my mom, who left me, So I'm giving the ring to you, so it belongs to some one who I love and who loves me," he says looking into my eyes. I stair back at his dark, dark blue eyes, the look brown from a distance but they are really just a deep blue. I tear rolls down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away with the sleeve of my bright red Christmas pajamas. "Thank you" I choke out holding back tears, he is so sweet, I love him to the moon and back infinity times. "Here," He says picking up the ring. I look down at my hand as he slides it on my index finger. "The ring finger is for a ring that is more important," He says twisting the ring around my finger to show the pretty flowers on it. I smile even wider. I look back up at Conner. I cup his cheeks, "I love you," I say softly, "I love you to" He says back.
ELEVEN'S POV
Mike and I eventually leave my room. Mike helped me treat my cuts and scratches. Small bandages rap around my fingers and band aids pressed against my cuts. The Christmas lights all around my house is so pretty, The tree has so many colorful vibrant decorations on it, I can't stop staring.
Mike and I sit at the dining table with our eggos right in front of us waiting to be eaten. I spray a bunch of whipped cream on top of my eggo along with peppermint sprinkles scattered across my plate and sunken into the whipped cream. "Rock'n Around the Christmas Tree" while we were eating. Some of the lyrics I mumble out while stuffing my mouth with the waffle. At some parts Mike and I would randomly move are heads to the music. It was fun, some times we would know we looked so stupid that we would just look at each other giggling. It was a bit strange thinking about it after but I love just having fun with him. I can always be myself with him and no matter how awkward you might think it can get between us, it never feels awkward to me. The silences, and people walking in on us having a moment was always funny and never awkward for Mike and I, just the person who burst into my room at the wrong time was the one who feels awkward.
After eating a lick my lips coated in the sweet cream that was spread across my eggo. A lingering flavor of the peppermint sprinkles stays crawling on my tong.
"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" I look back at the record player set by the couch. This is my favorite Christmas song because all the Christmas's Mike and i have had together we would always slow dance to this like 50 year old couples just for the fun of it. Mike looks at me with a funny smile. He stands out of his chair. "Eleven? Would you like to take this dance with me?" Mike says in a deep, crappy British accent, "Oh yes, I would love to my good sir Mike" What the hell was that? I said that in a super high Australian accent for some reason, I stand up. Mike holds back a laugh by pursing his lips. I roll my eyes with a sheepish smile on my face with rose pink coming onto my cheeks as I try to look annoyed with him and softly hit him in the shoulder. " What a lovely accent you have gotten there milady," Mike says taking my hand in his stupid British man voice. "Not so bad yourself," I say in my shitty voice again. We walk to the living room. Our fingers in one hand lock together and our arms go around each others waist. We slowly sway to the song smiling staring into each others eyes. "Way are you stepping on my toes Eleven?" Mike says in his stupid voice again. "Because I hate you Mikey" I say in my voice again stupidly smiling . "Oh come on, you know you love me" He says in his Characters voice again. I start to blush. "You know it! I know you do!" He says it loosing the silly voice. His hand wrapped around my waist starts to tickle me. I start to laugh feeling week no my knees as the funny feeling of his fingers dancing on my skin quickly. I tip my head back laughing so hard my eyes start to water. "M-Mike!" I choke out. He stops. My laughing dies down and I meet eyes with Mike again with my face flushed red and a huge grin on my face. I purse my lips trying not to smile as Mike looks at me with a little smirk. "I love you," I say quietly in my normal voice looking down at his feet, "I still hate you for tickling me," I say stupidly. "I love you to El," He says as I meet his eyes. I smile. I unwind my fingers from his and slip my arm off of his waist resting my hands on both sides of his jaw. Mike's arm stays around my waist, the other arm right above the other one. I stand on my toes and press his lips against mine shutting my eyes tight. My lips melt into his bottom lip as Mike kisses back sweetly. His lips taist like the pepper mint sprinkles we had on our eggos. We hold the kiss for a while, Its nice to have our lips lock again after a year. His skin is warm and soft against my hands. I pull away. I get of my toes and stand flat on my feet again. "I missed doing that," I smile looking at Mike. He pulls me into a hug and says, "Me to."
MIKE'S POV
*6:00*
We just had Christmas dinner and El and I lay on her bed next to each other on top of her blankets. We hold hands as we stare up at her ceiling.
"hey El," I turn my head to look at her still looking up at the roof.
"Yeah Mike," she turns her head meeting my eyes. "So I was thinking for new years we could fly to New York and watch the ball drop, last year I was going to go and I had all the money but I never spent it, and now I have enough money to get two plane tickets including a hotel room," I smile. El's eyes light up with joy. "Wait, really?" She says. I nod. "WOW! Can we go? I have always wanted to watch the ball drop live!" She smiles wide. "Okay, I'll buy tickets then," I say calmly, looking back at the roof. Eleven jolts up, "MIKE! How are you calm! THIS IS SO FRICK'N EXITING!" She shouts raising her hands in the air. I giggle a bit. "What?" She smiles looking at me still laying down on the bed. "You'er so cute," I sit up pinching her cheek like what my grandma did to me when I saw her after a year or two. She starts to blush. "So can we leave on like, the 28th, or something?" She asks. "Okay, I guess," I shrug. "YAY!' She throws her hand up with a childish grin. God, I love her.
(CHARLOTTE IS TYPING)
You guys are so fucking luck you got a chapter today, I was planning to publish it yesterday but guess who had to type up a MOTHER FUCKING REFLECTION LAST MINUTE! ME! I stayed up til 1:00AM doing the bull shit home work and I just got really tired and I need more than 7 hours to function in the morning and I woke up at 6:00 Am that morning so, ya. I think life just hates me to be hones. I never dated a guy, I have a terrible relationship with my dad, I'm really stupid compared to other people in my grade ('Year' for all you British people :P). I'm really not happy with myself right now, I wish I was as perfect as other people in my grade (year), no mental illnesses, not stupid, and love themselves and can go to school every morning happy. I'm the oposite of that. Any way. Bye. Hope your doing better in life than me, and remember to love your selves, because its hard to get back to loving yourself when you hate yourself (Shit that was deep)
k bye
-Charlotte <3
P.S You guys are so nice in the comments, some of you are so funny!