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A Christmas Tale: Part One

Posted by Tansi from Cardiff - Published on 27/11/2010 at 12:20
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  • Santa is a brick

It was Christmas Eve in the Nightingale household and Jess was finishing up decorating the tree. All she had to do now was put the angel on top.

Everything had to be perfect, for this particular Christmas was going to be special. It would be the first Christmas Jess would get to spend with her best friend Chris.

She hadn't seen him in seven years, when he moved halfway across the world.

Just as Jess was thinking back to the day he left, the doorbell rand loud and shrill.

"I'll get it!" Jess yelled as she was climbing off the chair. She was very nervous and excited.

When Jess opened the door, she saw Chris standing there leaning on one shoulder against the door frame, looking down at her with snowflakes in his hair. He'd changed over the years. He was leaner, broader and very handsome. His blond hair had darkened and had become more wild and messy looking, his cheekbones were finely chiselled. His lips were fuller, more rounded and looked as though they had been finely carved. They looked very soft and gentle. Chris had deep blue eyes that she could get lost in and swim forever, that were thickly lashed by dark, long, curly eyelashes that rested on his cheeks when he looked down.

"Um... are you going to let me in? Or do I have to stand out here and freeze?" Chris murmured shyly.

"Uh... sure!" Jess replied her face turning bright scarlet red as she realised she was staring. Even worse she was staring at his lips.

Jess let Chris in and closed the door behind him as he walked into the front room and sat down. He stretched out his long legs and smiled at her. Again Jess could see how much he had changed over the years. He was now about a foot taller than she was. When they were kids she was always taller than him.

"Well are you going to give me a hug or do I have to come over there and get one?" Chris called just audible over the roaring crackle of the fire.

Again Jess flushed red because she knew that above her head was a missile toe and if he came to her then she'd have to kiss him. Jess walked over to him and sat on the sofa next to him by the fire. She couldn't understand why her heart was pounding so hard.

A Christmas Tale: Part Two

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