SOFT KISSES BEING peppered into the crook of my neck is what woke me up on Christmas Eve morning. Butterflies began to swarm through my stomach once again at the feeling of Sebastian's warm lips against my ice cold neck, his extremely comfortable bare chest exceeding warmth throughout the whole night. He is such a sweetheart and he's being really cute, but does he have to wake me up from my beauty sleep? I groan in annoyance at the fact that it's only 8am here, and Sebastian's trying to wake me up for the day, making me slightly hot and bothered.
"God, don't make that noise Lexi," Sebastian groaned in frustration, although I don't think the frustration is aimed at me. I giggled as a reply, nuzzling my head into the pillow, unintentionally moving my ass backwards. "Lexi, I swear to fucking god," he groaned once again, tightening his hands that are settled on my hips.
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVELYN MY BABIES!" Evie suddenly came crashing into our bedroom holding up a bottle of wine with a big cheesy grin on her face. "Evie honey, it's 8am. Why are you drinki- wait! Evie are you drunk?" I asked my best friend with a loud laugh, sitting up in the bed and leaning my back against Sebastian's chest, his fingers dancing along my goose bump infested arms.
"Me? Drunk? Never!" She exclaimed with a slight slur and giggle. I shook my head at her in astonishment. I am not even surprised anymore.
"Evie! Where are you?" I could hear Nicolas from the corridor, his big feet pounding against the wooden flooring. I sighed at the thought of more people invading our private space. As if Sebastian could read my mind, he leant down and kissed my cheek whispering he's got a surprise for me. A smile instantly brightened my face as I took a quick peek up at his handsome face, only to find his ocean blue eyes gazing sleepily down at me.
"Hey lovebirds? Stop fucking with your eyes," Nicolas chuckled as he threw a pillow over at us. Sebastian caught the pillow with ease, hehe that's my football player. He chucked it back at Nicolas who dodged it, resulting in Evie being hit, although being the over dramatic queen she is, she starts to cry like a baby.
"Shit Evelyn, I didn't mean to hurt you," Sebastian says quickly with concern, getting out of bed to see her. Evie's bottom lip juts out into a pout as her eyes begin welling with tears once more. "I'm not mad at you Sebastian! Nic! Why didn't you protect me from the flying snowman!?!" Evie screeches at Nicolas turning around to face his paralyzed self. I burst out laughing at her antics, knowing full well that it's shark week for Evie. Sebastian and I got off the bed and walked past the couple, both of patting Nicolas on the back whispering good luck to him.
We both make our way down the stairs, seeing the grand Christmas tree coming into view. The whole guest house was filled to the top with Christmas decorations in different colours, ranging from red to gold. Under the tree sat about twenty presents for everyone, all wrapped carefully in a shiny red with a mesh gold ribbon. My present for Sebastian being hidden up in our bedroom in my suitcase.
"So, you have a surprise for me?" I asked Sebastian with a wide smile, loving the festive atmosphere currently surrounding us. He nods quickly, taking my hand in his and intertwining our fingers. I sighed in pure happiness. He led me into the kitchen where there would normally be a team of French servants preparing food for us, but its empty. I looked around the kitchen and in the middle of the non-existent chaos that usually surround the place, was a ready made breakfast.
Filling the table was waffles that I could smell were freshly baked, a few traditional French pastries with condiments joining them, freshly stacked pancakes, a tray full of different syrups ranging from maple to chocolate, a fruit bowl filled with deliciously juicy strawberries. For drinks, there stood a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice, a steaming pot of coffee, some tea bags, a jug of water, and a small jug of milk to complete the feast. I looked around at the table in awe, then turned my attention back to Sebastian who was looking around the kitchen seemingly making sure everything is in the right place, biting his lip and his eyebrows furrowed in nervousness. I walked in front of him, ultimately gaining his attention. I raised myself onto the tips of my toes, which were in festive fluffy socks, and I brought my hand up to cup his cheek and the back of his head, running my fingers through that curly brown mop of his. He closed his eyes in adoration briefly, tilting his head back slightly. I reached up slightly more and pressed my lips to his. He reacted instantly, wrapping his arms around my waist, lifting me up so that I could wrap my legs around his waist.
If someone were to walk in right now, it would look like a really suggestive scene of us being closely pressed up against each other during a deeply passionate kiss. But that's just it. We were two young adults who carried deep feelings for each other and simply do not have enough words that could express our current feelings. His hands never strayed from my waist, he was simply holding me to him, hugging me close enough that I could feel his racing heart beating against his warm chest. Both of us began grinning like the Cheshire cat, the hazy morning, the sleep in our eyes, the festive feeling, the smell of maple and cinnamon all surrounding us. For some reason I feel like this is going to be the best Christmas ever.
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The day soon turned to an early evening, and I was currently sat at the bay window in the living room opposite the fireplace, next to the glistening tree. I was reading Romeo and Juliet, since I had not found time beforehand, I decided to bring the book along with me for the trip and try my best to get as much read as possible. I did not particularly want to read this book, knowing already how it ends. I remember asking my teacher, Mr Williams, what is the point in reading the book when we all know that they both die? He then proceeded to tell me something that will forever be stuck in my mind.
"Miss Black, what do you think a book is?"
"I think it's a bunch of crap written on paper that seemed to be popular enough to be sold," I answered him with a very bored expression, clearly not in the mood for one of his life lessons.
"Not exactly. What do you think a story is then?"
"A bunch of crap written on paper that seemed to be popular enough to be sold," I told him once again with a roll of my eyes.
"Miss Black, you asked me a question and I am trying my very best to answer it for you, are you prepared to listen?" He asked me in a hard voice, cocking one eyebrow up in challenge. I rolled my eyes as an answer for him to carry on, looking at my brand new watch to show that he's taking up my time.
"A book is a home for stories. It is a place where creative writers can write their imaginations and dreams and aspirations, creating characters to portray themselves and others that have somehow one way or another influenced them. A book is two pieces of hard paper stuck together creating the cover and the blurb. Now, inside the book is what really counts. It doesn't matter how many pages of paper there are in that book, whether there's 10 or 4000! Each word holds a specific place in that book, without it, that story would never be the same. In a story, there is always a beginning, middle, and end. The most significant part of most stories seems to be the middle, but in Romeo and Juliet, it's the ending that counts. What if, William Shakespeare took out the part where Romeo kills himself because he had seen the love of his life, lying lifeless beside him? Or, what if he had written that Juliet opened her eyes sooner, and Romeo would not have had to kill himself? Better yet, what if Romeo and Juliet never even met? What if, two stories by the same author joined together leaving the others non-existent? Would you read the story about two overs in fair Verona called Romeo and Ophelia? Or Hamlet and Juliet? My point is Miss Black, even though you know what happens in the end of the story, do you know what happens in the beginning? In the middle? I suggest you find out, because even though it has already been written, quite like our futures, you rip out one page of that book, and you'll be stuck on and endless carousel of confusion. The carousel never stops spinning."
What if everything I've ever thought would happen in the future...won't. What if I never decide what I'd like to pursue in the future? What if Sebastian isn't the guy I'm supposed to end up with? What if everything I have ever worked for, suddenly disappears? The world works in different ways; ways that no human is 100% sure on. What Mr Williams said to me that day, made me realise that literature is about constant analysis of words being written a certain way, and we as society are constantly analysing the people surrounding us based on their looks, or their wealth. Literature is a freedom of speech, no one can say that you've analysed it wrong, or it's sexist, or racist, or prejudice; because it's the way that you have interpreted it, whether you agree with the authors views or not. In society, although people claim that everyone has a freedom of speech, to what extent is that actually true? Because the only people that seem to be allowed a freedom of speech are leaders around the world, or different cultures with different beliefs, or even terrorists that somehow gain enough followers to be heard. They are splitting our earth into different groups based on race, wealth, status, achievements, etc. nobody knows exactly what the future holds, and to me that's the scariest thought of all.
The snow that suddenly began falling draws my attention from the blank wall in front of me, and towards the window beside me, watching the night sky glisten with white droplets of snow, gracing the ground beneath them. Without a second thought, I put my bookmark in between the page I was on, jumping up from my spot, and rushing towards the front door. In the middle of putting on my winter coat with matching hat, gloves, and scarf, I hear thunderous footsteps running throughout the house, each pair of footsteps owner shouting about the place. I saw Evie come running down the stairs, slightly more sober than before. She grabs my hand whilst giving me a bright smile and dragging us both out into the chilly winter snow.
Evie and I instantly began rolling up snowballs, creating them into larger ones to make a snowman. A light giggle catches my attention towards the front door, and I see Sofia Kingsley running down the stairs with pink tainted cheeks and a woolly bobble hat. The three of us instantly start creating a snowman, pouting when one of our balls would break. Arms wrapping around my waist caught me off guard, making me squeal from surprise. A deep chuckle sounds in my ears, the vibrations of said chuckle being felt on my back. I spun around to see Sebastian's beaming grin, his cheeks and nose slightly pink from the bitter weather. I smiled in return, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to get some warmth.
"Building a snowman, are we?" He asked with slightly upturned lips. I nodded a small nod, a giggle escaping my chapped lips.
"We? You aren't doing shit!" I exclaimed with a loud laugh. He tilted his head back as laughter rumbled out of him. Looking back at me feigning innocence, with a small pout on his lips making me lean up and kiss his desirable dreamy lips. I hummed in content, both of us smiling in satisfaction.
All of a sudden, a cold and wet weight was placed on my face, making me gasp and break away from the delicious lips of Sebastian. I looked at him in suspicion and shock, watching a grin take over his face as he lifts his hands up in mock surrender. One hand seemed to have remnants of snow melting on his black glove, making my mouth drop in astonishment.
"Sebastian! You fucking prick! Don't you dare run away from me, I'm going to whoop your ass Kingsley!" I shouted out in fake anger at Sebastian as he began to run away from me, laughing his pretty little ass off. Everyone soon joined in on our snowball fight, everyone eventually ganging up on Sebastian.
Christmas eve night ended with us all snuggled up on the many sofas and chairs littering around the living room, Christmas music playing softly in the background. I was lying next to Sebastian with my head on his shoulder, his arm secured around my waist as we both drink our mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream and mini marshmallows, chatting with our best friends about past Christmas memories.
This is my favourite part of Christmas. Being the arms of my love; hot chocolate with whipped cream and mini marshmallows. Oh, and Sebastian.
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