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    Synthetic Snow and Mistletoe

     

    “Hello!” I say merrily, boisterously, as my grandmother would describe it. I do it when I’m nervous or anxious and it’s a habit I really haven’t been able to kick since my childhood.

     

    “Hey Carmen,” she mumbles back, though the smile still perches itself on her lips, she hops down from the small stoop in the doorframe and wraps her arms around me. I feel myself melting and my hands go to her hips. My heart’s racing even though I just saw her yesterday. Yeah, she usually does have that affect on me.

     

    “Well, hey yourself.” I snigger and lean up to kiss her and she obliges me with that mouth. Shane has such a way with me that when she pulls away I’m sort of disoriented and can’t remember why I came. That’s when I notice the holiday wreath on the door and I feel the cartoon-esque light bulb appear above my head.

     

    “What are you doing for Christmas?” I sling together before she has anytime to respond with any other sort of things.

     

    “Christmas,” She says flatly and brings a hand up to run through her hair. I notice a bit of hip peaking out from beneath the camouflage as she pulls the limits of the shirt and I swallow. Focus.

     

    Her eyes narrow and she gets a very vacant, very familiar expression on her face and shrugs her shoulders. I suppose I’ve overstepped, but I could’ve sworn we talked about this. “Nothing,” She finally says tersely, like I’m trying to squeeze it out of her.

     

    “Perfect,” I quip, “then you’ll have no problem spending it with me.”

     

    “Carmen” she trails off with flickering eyes; they can’t and won’t focus on me and I’m suddenly very conscious of myself. I feel huge and cumbersome on Shane’s porch as I stare down at her pale, skinny toes. I’m out of her arms as fast as I was in them.

     

    “Shane,” I say her name like I’m cursing and look past her into the house. It’s quiet. Jenny’s gone until the New Year, back to Iowa, and Mark’s spending Christmas with his parents in San Francisco. “Come on, you’re going to be all alone.”

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    Comments

    1. I agree with the privious posters, I really like that this story is being told by Carmen. I love Christmas and this story is perfect.You’re a really special fanfic writter. Thank you for these stories and please post soon:)

    2. omg this story is so awsm!! plz continue with this its about time there was a sharmen fic that had a light mood…thanx for this n plz try to post more!!!

    3. This story is so beautiful. It really fits the mood ( it’s snowing outside). Please update soon, this past week. I keep coming back to see if you updated. So please update.:)

    4. I’m gonna throw in my two cents or whatever about this too: I love this! Very nice beginning. Exellent descriptions and thoughts and plot. And your Carmen is really sweet, thinking about people like Shane who don’t have any family and most likely spend Christmas alone, which is sad, and well aww :) I love how she persuaded Shane to come to her family’s party. I really love this, and I hope you update soon. :D

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