Author: fortuneismymuse PM
I knew it was going to be a good day when I woke up in the morning. Oneshot.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 1,380 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 2 - Published: 09-15-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2415307
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As soon as I woke up, I knew it was going to be a good day. After 2:30, school would let out, and I would be free from homework and obligations for a good two weeks.
One of my favorite feelings, I decided as I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, was waking up in the morning, snuggled up in my winter blankets, feeling the crisp, cold outdoor air around me, chilly enough to wake me up but not icy enough to freeze me into a human ice pop.
Getting up quickly, I slid on my dark blue sweatpants over my pajama boxers and stuffed my feet into some slippers, singing happily.
Today was going to be great.
"Morning, Nathan!" I greeted my rival cheerfully. Nothing could stop my good mood, not even the one person I despised more than anything. Nope.
"What's with you?" He narrowed those delicious blue eyes of his at me- not that I'd ever be caught saying that.
I grinned at him. "You mean my sunny disposition and the way I spread joy wherever I go?"
He rolled his eyes. "Face it, Sunny, in all my ten unfortunate years I have known you, I have never seen you smile. What's up? Get laid?"
I suddenly remembered why I disliked Nathan so much.
"Think what you'd like," I said coldly to him. Jamming my numbing hands in my hoodie, I glared at him. "I was going to say have a nice day, but I guess I'll settle with my usual. Go to hell, Nathan. Hope you never come back."
I left, not noticing him looking strangely at me with regret.
He couldn't prevent my cheery mood, however. I bounded along in the hallways, not minding the weird looks I was receiving. My best friend knew why I was so happy though. We both shared a love of these cold, chilly days and those cozy, stormy nights.
"The weather!" she said, grinning from ear to ear. "It feels so good!"
"So close to Christmas," I said, sighing happily. It was one of the best times of the year, winter break. It might have only been my mom and I, but we had a ton of fun during Christmas. We went all out- lights on the house, a huge (fake) tree, presents, and the fires that warm you inside and out… I could practically smell the chicken and taste the peppermint in my mouth. I sniffed for good measure.
"Sniffing cocaine during school now, are we?" Nathan said in a mock-disapproving voice. I opened my eyes. "Knew you were unnaturally high this morning."
"Shove off, you idiotus jerkus maximus," Hannah said, glaring at him. "Have nothing better to do than to bother us?"
"Yeah," he replied. "Unfortunately, life's not so fun when you're not on the good stuff."
My eyes flashed. "You know what, Nathan? Maybe you're in a bad mood, but you don't have to spread it, okay? You aren't Paul, and this isn't the damn Christian-"
He grabbed me forcefully and laid a smacker on my mouth.
What was I saying? I blinked, my mind focusing back on the present. What had just…
"Glad to know you can shut up sometimes," he said lowly in my ear. "Couldn't help it, Johnson. You look so sexy when you're angry."
Nathan was only joking around, but he made me so mad. Looking up to glower at him, I proceeded to attempt to smack the smirk off his face.
He grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back- not painfully, but uncomfortable and awkward. The movement brought Nathan closer to me than I would have liked. "Better luck next time," he murmured against my cold lips, warming them with his breath. "Merry Christmas, Samantha."
Nathan stalked away.
"What just happened?" Hannah asked with wide eyes. "Oh my God."
"Oh my God, indeed," I said softly to myself.
I couldn't stop thinking about it. That kiss.
I shouldn't have felt anything.
I shouldn't have.
But I did.
I hated him! I hated anything that had to do with him. So why did I feel my heart stop at that kiss?
It was on my mind the entirety of winter break. It crowded my thoughts, even as I opened my Christmas presents, ate that tongue-numbingly good chocolate cake my mom made every year, as I sledded down the snowy hills with Hannah.
It made me think.
It made me go back to how it used to be, in elementary school, when Nathan wasn't such a big jerk. We used to be friends. What made us grow apart?
I voiced these opinions to Hannah.
"Don't worry about it," she told me. "He probably only kissed you to make you flustered and bothered. Enjoy a Nathan-free two weeks while you can."
So I did.
Monday came too soon. It was another cold morning, but a little too cold. My nose, I knew, would be red all day. Too lazy to dress nicely, I grabbed a clean hoodie from my closet and pulled it on, sticking my freezing hands into the pocket.
Feeling something metallic and even icier, if it was possible, I pulled it out, eyes widening at the sight before me.
It was a necklace. It looked like one of the handmade glass and silver creations I had been admiring at the art fair about a month ago. Each of the seven pink and green glass beads had spirals of silver wire holding it in place. The woman at the booth told me it had taken so long to bend the silver that she had only made two.
Who gave this to me?
Hannah had been with me at the art fair, but it couldn't have been her- she wasn't secretive and any presents she wanted to give me she would have added it to the huge pile of gifts I had received at Christmas.
Suddenly, the memory of the day before winter break came back to me suddenly.
He must have put it in the pocket when he kissed me. Or when I tried to smack him.
After I came home from school, I had put the sweatshirt in the laundry basket to wash and hadn't worn it since. It couldn't have been anyone else.
Warming the cold, silver chain between my fingers, I put it on and tucked the necklace underneath my hoodie.
Telling Hannah to go ahead and go home without me, I waited next to Nathan's car after school, pulling out the necklace.
He slowly walked to the Toyota, talking to his friend. I had to admit… Nathan was extraordinarily good looking. To any other girl, he would have been perceived as tall and lanky, but he was my type of guy. Didn't I always admire those blue eyes of his? Wasn't I always attracted to the soccer players?
Why hadn't I crushed on him until now?
"Johnson," he said callously. Nathan's eyes traveled down to the necklace and widened.
"Finn," I replied softly.
I think the tone of my voice threw him off. He stopped in front of me, keys in one hand.
"You're blocking my way, Johnson."
It might have been spur of the moment. It might have been because I had been staring into those blue, blue eyes of his way too long. There was a large possibility all the eggnog I had been drinking over winter break finally got into my brain.
One moment I found myself standing in front of Nathan with my hands in my pockets, and the next, those hands were wrapped around his neck and I was kissing him again.
And I don't think he instigated it this time, either.
Nathan finally broke away from lack of air. He stared down at me for a second, and then broke into a dazzling grin. "You like the necklace, then?"
"I love it," I replied.
A/N: It wasn't until I was editing this story when I realized how much I loved it. Probably another one of my favorite oneshots.