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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2143023
What happens when an ex-couple stand under a mistletoe?
Christmas and Valentine's Day have been my two least favorite holidays of all time. Why? What these two holidays have in common is that they tend to remind me of how painfully single I am. And lucky me, the "most wonderful time of the year" is right around the corner.

"Rita?" Alyson called my name, reaching her light brown arm across the diner's table to snap me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I looked up at my older cousin; her gorgeous dark brown eyes filled with worry, fixating on me. She then replaced her concerned frown with a playful smirk.

"Daydreaming about Nat, again?" she taunted.

I rolled my eyes.

Nat was my ex-boyfriend. Even though we weren't together, anymore, we still hung out. A small part of me wanted to jump back into those arms and remain in them forever. Another part just wants to remain friends.

"No," I scoffed. That was partly false. As I was thinking about how I will die alone, I was also thinking about Nat.

"Okay," my older cousin chuckled. "Whatever you say." She got up from the table, probably to get another cup of cappuccino.

As I began to get up my myself to take a trip to the bathroom, my phone began to buzz.

"Hey, Nat," I uttered as I traveled over to the diner's restroom.

"Hey, Reetz."

I rolled my eyes at the nickname that Nat just gave me. He would call me that to piss me off. He would also use other nicknames, such as "RiRi" or "Reety". Like, just call me freakin' "Rita" for God's sake!

"I've told you not to call me that name, Nathaniel."

Since he decided to call me "Reetz", I used his real name to get back at him.

"And I've told you not to call me that name, Reetz'." I could hear his seductive chuckle from the other line.

"Whatever," I muttered as I opened one of the bathroom stalls. "So, where you at?"

"Work," he sighed.

"Eww," I laughed. "You poor thing."

"Hey, do you mind coming over and helping me with the Christmas decorations tonight?"

"No, I don't mind," I agreed as I exited the stall and checked my reflection in one of the mirrors. I took a strand of ebony black hair out of my deep brown eyes.

"Good," he said happily. "See you tonight."

~

As I arrived at Nat's residence, Nat greeted me and invited me in.

As I strolled through the living room, I looked around and noticed that I was surrounded by Christmas decorations. The smell of cookies hit my nostrils.

Nat chuckled. "You like?"

I shrugged. "It's alright."

Nat narrowed his eyebrows. "'Alright'?" He crossed his arms, flashing me a fake scowl. "I've worked twelve hours on these decorations, dammit."

"Jesus!" I burst out. "Twelve hours?"

"Not literally," he explained. "Now, let's get busy."

~

As we've spent hours decorating the house, I couldn't help but notice how attractive Nat was. His deep blue eyes were strictly focused on the heavily decorated tree. Those eyes then shifted over to mine, not leaving their gaze.

We stood there for what felt like an eternity. The longer we stood and stared, the more that I longed for his lips on mine.

"Rita."

Nat's sultry, deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Y-yeah?" I stuttered, embarrassed.

With an awkward chuckle, he pointed to the mistletoe above their heads. "You know what that means?" He raised an eyebrow as a coy smile played on his lips.

This is the chance. This is the opportunity that I kiss those soft, buttery lips again.

As I leaned in, I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to meet mine. But, then the next thing that happened was not something that I expected, or hoped.

"Merry Christmas, Rita," Nat's smirk remained on his face as he leaned back.

My mouth open agape, failing to take in what just happened. I then glared at him. "What was that?" I demanded through clenched teeth.

"A kiss on the cheek."



Word Count: 674
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