Christmas Miracles

It was Christmas Eve and I was alone, yet again. Surprise, surprise. The Christmas party I was at was okay, but it would have been better, no, scratch that, it would have been way better if I had a “significant other”. It wasn’t that I didn’t have an object of affection and devotion. In fact, I did. It wasn’t my fault that he was my a) neighbor and best friend and b) more or less asexual and sexless. It wasn’t my fault the stupid fool was basically clueless and oblivious concerning the advances of our fellow peers both female and male. Nope, it wasn’t my fault at all. And then there was my “secret admirer”. Snort. More like stalker. But that’s the cynic in me talking. The psychotic/romantic part of me thought it was sweet. But the general consensus was that he would have come off a whole lot sweeter if he had revealed himself in time to ask me to this stupid party. Or if he had revealed himself at all.

God, this party sucks. I thought. It had gone from okay to total crap and I placed all the blame on all those stupid couples making out under the stupid mistletoe. Gosh. The suckiness of the party had made me redundant. I used ‘stupid” about five times. I’m going home, I decided. But I couldn’t. Some fool had just walked up to me and said that some one gave them a note to give to me. Oh, fun. Not. Just had to ruin my getaway, didn’t you?

Dear Melissa,

Meet me by the mistletoe near the kitchen.

Your Ardent Admirer

Hmm. To meet or not to meet? That was the question. I could leave and be forever wondering who the hell Mister Ardent Admirer was and continue wallowing about Sir Nobody-appeals-to-me-sexually a.k.a. Tyler or I could go meet Mister A. Admirer. Admirer it was.

Why am I doing this again? I thought listlessly. Because you live a sad, sad life and you’re tired of your seventeen-year-long boyfriend-less existence. A sardonic voice replied. “Stupid sardonic voice,” I muttered. I’d been waiting for ten minutes for that good-for-nothing “secret admirer’ to show up. Was there some thing so wrong with me that even my secret admirer backed out of meeting me in person? The boys always went for the other girls, not me. I raked my hand through my hair then shut my eyes in attempt to hold back tears. Okay, Mels. Time to get a move on. Screw Mister Ardent Admirer and screw Tyler. You don’t need them. Be strong. I thought, looking down. Just as I was about to walk away, a hand lifted my chin and crashed their lips into mine. The first thought that ran through my head was Listerine, yum, closely followed by: What the hell? I pulled away, only to see Tyler.

“Umm,” I said awkwardly, “What was that all about?”

“Can we take this outside?” he asked quietly. I shrugged.

“I guess.” We were on the back porch, which was, miraculously, vacant.

“So. Going to tell me why you did it?” I said brusquely. I didn’t mean to come of so cold but if he was messing with me, I was going to make sure he was “sexless” forever. Tyler let out a sigh. “ Lissy, I like you,” he blurted out. My eyes widened. “I-“ I began, only to be cut off by Tyler.

“I was your secret admirer. I didn’t know how to approach you, so I started off with the notes. Then you started replying,” I smiled and blushed.

“I don’t know if you like me back, but I do know that I like you a lot and it would make really happy if you went out with me,” he said, rushing the last bit. I smiled. “I’d really like that too,” kissing lightly on his lips. I realized that the party wouldn’t be so sucky now.