AN: Meeerry Christmas people! (LOL I'M SO LATE BUT ANYWAYS)

I never got to submit this winter prompt challenge in SKOW, but I thought I'd share it with you guys. Enjoy.

And to add, I have no hate towards lesbians. Swear to God.

Prompt #1: "Who knew a postcard from a stranger could change everything?"

"You sent your best friend a postcard with a picture of a marijuana leaf on it?"

"I thought it looked like a maple tree leaf! Like in Canada!"

I was late again, just like the last time I went to the same spot a year ago and a year before that.

I had just made the world record for most number of missed local trips: three trips for three consecutive years.

And consequently, it was also the reason why I never made it for our traditional Christmas Eve dinner for three years in a row.

My mother was going to have a fit.

The week had just not been going right. I just learned that I was close to failing some of my classes, my thesis work had not been duly done, and I had a cold to fight with until the New Year. It was fucking thrilling, really.

Top that with a mother who would blame my excessive video game use as the reason to why half of my semester didn't go well, and you've got yourself some ice cream.

In all the things in life, the worst thing you ask a person is to pack his stuff. You can't simply make a person pack all the things he needed for the next six months in one suitcase, and you can't make a person choose his best clothes for the next two weeks. Choosing is hard. Packing is harder. And that is why I never made it to my bus ride home, and why I may come back to the University the next year without a head.

I didn't even bother running after the bus. I saw it go away, turn into the curb and disappear from my sight. I saw the bus number, 2055, shining at the bus' bumper and looking at me as if saying you fucking suck.

Yes I do, 2055. I do fucking suck.

I sighed. I looked at my puny suitcase, those little rolling things you could buy for a small price at some department store and was not hassling to carry. I saw this shirt protruding out of the zipper, and tucked it in to make it look as if I packed really well.

Just to let people know that, no, I don't have my toothbrush wrapped with my briefs.

I didn't look back at the path the bus went and just wrapped myself a little tighter with my jacket. The wind was stronger than it ever was, blowing away pieces of trash scattered around the bus station and rustling leaves of trees. It would have been really good to just watch everything dance, but I already had a fucking cold, and I didn't need it to get worse and get me some fucking pneumonia. Especially on Christmas.

It was then that I decided that I might as well spend Christmas in my dorm room, where at least it was warm.

I turned back, only to be greeted in the face by this piece of cardboard, shielding my vision of sight.

I took it off my face and looked at what it was. It was a postcard. Seriously, though, I wouldn't have laughed at any postcard that hit me square on the face if it didn't contain these words:


I'm so sorry I ran away before we could hang out just before the holidays.

I need time to think.

I just haven't processed the fact that you're actually a lesbian and had a crush on me for the last ten years.

So yeah, I need time to think about that.

Merry Christmas!

Love, Kristy

And I wouldn't have laughed even harder if the said postcard didn't contain a marijuana leaf on it on the front.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry."

I looked to see who the voice belonged to, and a girl with wispy ashy brown hair appeared in front of me, her bright pink earmuffs seemingly out of place with her black coat and black pants. Her nose was red and splotchy, and I would assume we were cold buddies if I didn't notice the little drops of water that stuck on the corner of her eyes.

And I knew from experience that that was not from the wind, or the cold, or the Christmas weather.

"You sent your best friend a postcard with a picture of a marijuana leaf on it?" I inquired.

"What?" The girl asked, who I assumed was Kristy, and she looked very confused.

"You. Sent your best friend. A postcard. With marijuana leaf on the front."

The girl seemed confused by what I had commented. "That's not a marijuana leaf."

"Yeah, it is."

The girl took the postcard off my hands and studied the front cover. It took a couple of seconds before I heard her gasp. "Oh my gosh it is."

"Told you."

"I thought it looked like a maple tree leaf! Like in Canada!"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "That does not look like a maple tree leaf. Maple tree leaves are red. And sort of fatter than marijuana leaves."

"Uh, yeah, the leaf is red," Kristy snorted. She even made a gesture to point her finger at the leaf. "See?"

"It's green."

"What?" Kristy looked at the card again. "No, it's red!"

"Believe all you want," I said and gave up. No matter how much I pushed that the leaf is green, she'd push that it was far from representing the drug dealers of the nation. So I left it there.

She opened her mouth again, though. "Or I may be wrong and Jenna is right that I am color blind."

I laughed.

"Hey, color blindness is not something to laugh about," Kristy pointed out, and the best I could do was try to grin without laughing again.

"Sorry," I tried to say with half-breaths, because it was hard to get some air in the body with snot blocking my nostrils and laughing at the same time. "I didn't mean to joke about your color blindness."

Kristy smiled at me. It was then I noticed that her lips actually curled at the side, a trait few possessed, and the way her face lit up made her seem so pretty.

Very pretty. Beautiful.

"A marijuana leaf. Who knew." Kristy sighed and put her hands in her face. "I screw it up the first time and I screw it again."

"Didn't you notice the good luck on the card?"

"I thought it was some Canadian thing," Kristy admitted and shrugged at me. I was referring to the good luck written below the marijuana leaf, which was out of place with…well, everything.

It was good, though, that the little water droplets in the corners of her eyes had disappeared. I saw her eyes more clearly, a good grey color with yellow streaks. The yellow streaks matched the Christmas lights surrounding the ceiling of the bus station.

"Is your friend Canadian?" I asked.

Kristy burst in laughter. When she recovered, she replied a 'no' and kept laughing.

"Honestly, though, I thought it would be a good idea," Kristy tried to continue. She fixed her earmuffs. "I mean, Jenna hates the concept of Christmas—you know, Santa Claus, Christmas trees, mistletoes—the works. And the only available card at Hallmark was this thing that said good luck, and it was supposedly going to mean like hey, Jenna, good luck on finding a girl besides me while you're a lesbian! Forever!

I thought she was joking at first, sarcastic, even, but the look on her face was real. "So you send your lesbian best friend a postcard with a marijuana leaf on it to wish her good luck with her future endeavors?"

Kristy rolled her eyes. "Well, sir, you saying it like that makes me sound like I'm a bad guy."

"Well, if you did that to me, I'd think you are."

"Well, I don't think sending someone a postcard is harsh!"

"Yes, Kristy, it is."

"No, that's just-" Kristy replied but stopped. "Hey, you know me but I don't know you. We've been talking for the last three minutes. Who are you, exactly?"

I smiled and reached my hand to her. "David, exactly."

"Hi, David. Exactly."

"Hi, Kristy."

"So," Kristy said and tucked some of her wispy hair behind her ear. Aha. "What ya doin' here?"

"I missed by bus."

Kristy pouted her lips in response. I thought she was feeling bad for me. "Me too."

I raised a brow at her. "You missed your ride, too?"

"Yeah," Kristy replied, and smiled. "I was about to send this postcard to my lesbian best friend in the post office just behind the station but then it flew away and I tried to catch it but it just went on flying for like, five minutes and the next thing I know, my bus is gone, and I met David Exactly."

Kristy nudged me and I saw her smile. It was so beautiful. "How about you? Why'd you miss your bus?"

I shrugged. "I'm bad at packing, and I spent the last two hours packing stuff for two weeks that wasn't even worth the effort because I was still fucking late."

Kristy smiled. "If you think about it, my story is such a winner."

"I don't have a lesbian best friend, postcard malfunctions, but I did miss a bus ride. I'd say the match is pretty fair. "

Kristy stared at me, this different expression lingering in her face. It was addicting, and I just wanted her to look at me like that, and that I knew that probably, probably, I had the same expression. I couldn't put a word on what it was, or on what was happening.

Hormonal malfunction. That would be it.

I did need to make an inquiry, though. "I have a question, Kristy."

Kristy shifted her position and crossed her arms. "What is it?"

"Are you a lesbian?"

Kristy's eyes widened in response. "Me?"

"Yeah, who else?"

Kristy shook her head vigorously. "Oh, no, no. I'm not Jenna, David. Why are asking?"

"You know, just making sure."

"And why are you 'making sure'?"

"'Cause," I said as I grabbed the postcard from her hands and crumpled it in front of her, "you couldn't get any bus tickets for the 24th or the 25th at this time."


"I have two days," I said and shrugged. "And so do you. And we're pretty much stuck with each other until the 26th."

"Hey, I'm not stuck with you," Kristy pointed. "I can go back to my dorm room and hang out in there for the next two days-"

"With your lesbian best friend," I finished for her. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Kristy crumpled her nose in response. She was making so many weird reactions that it didn't seem so weird and it seemed so attractive. "Oh yeah. I forgot about that."

Kristy, however, did not want to trust me just yet. I couldn't blame her. "How do I know you're not going to rape me? Shackle me? Steal my other postcards?"

"Why would I steal your postcards?"

"That's beside the point."

"Well, I'm not a stranger any more, am I?" I looked at her with assurance.

"David, exactly, is all I know about David. And you think I'm crazy for deciding not to go with a guy who I only know about can be said with two words?"

"What do you need to know?" I suggested then, because Kristy was the type of girl who had to taste every single dish on the table before she dived in.

"Uh, your birthdate, birthplace, favorites, parents, school, course, exes…those types of stuff."

"How the hell do you expect to make friends if you demand slam books from them?"

Kristy blew some air out of her lips. "Well, David, I don't exactly know, because Jenna's the only friend I've ever had and it's only this time that I don't have a friend."

"Well, Kristy," I said as I finally threw the piece of crumpled postcard at the trash bin. "We've got two days."

"David, exactly how are you going to convince me to be your friend?"

That was easy. The next thing I did was grab both of her shoulders with my hands, and swing my head to kiss her gently on the cheek. I looked back to see her face distorted, her expression more confused, and her head probably spinning from all the commotion.

"What was that, David?" Kristy asked as she held on my arms, and I still held on her shoulders.

"That," I said as I snorted the snot away from my nostrils, "that was trust. I could have raped you but I didn't, and I could have kissed you on the lips, but I didn't. Because that's what not-friends do."


"Yes," I told her. "Not-friends kiss each other on the lips and not necessarily do rape, but something very close to that."

"What if..."

"What if what?"

Kristy took a deep breath. "What if not-friends seem more enticing than friends?"

"That's why, Kristy," I said as I took her suitcase to carry, "we have two days."

And we never really talked about why there was a marijuana leaf in that Hallmark card in the first place, anyway.