Under The Mistletoe

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's another Karsten Mars "segment." It's a bit more Christmas-themed, since I wanted to get into the spirit of things. Umm. This does take place after "Lost in Frozen Tracks."

My head shot up at the sound of the doorbell. Mom was having a Christmas party. That meant family friends were coming over. Dad worked with Mr. Meyers. That meant Kyle Meyers was coming. I wanted to sit in my room the whole night, but Mom wasn't having that. Thankfully, my parents were great friends with Beca's parents. 

"Karsten, can you get the door?" My mother called from the bathroom. 

Oddly, I nodded, knowing she couldn't see me through the walls and doors. I walked up to the door with shaking hands. My bottom lip quivered a little. 

Pull yourself together, Karsten!

I swallowed hard before opening the door. I welcomed the Meyers with a kind smile. My hands were sweaty. Kyle's mocha brown eyes held their usual hateful glint. The odds were not in my favor. In a slight haste, I backed away from the door. Dad had entered the living room, the entrance of the house, at the perfect moment. 

"Hello, James. Glad you guys could make it!" Dad greeted the man in the casual black suit. 

The two shook hands, and Mom walked in. The presence of my parents comforted me, but I wished I could run upstairs and hide. Kyle hated me. I knew he wasn't up for spending the evening with me. I glanced at him and saw his angry eyes pointed at me. I felt small. 

"Why don't you boys hang out in the rec room?" Mom suggested. 

Mrs. Meyers nodded.  Kyle kept a polite smile until we were upstairs. He shot me glare after scowl after snarl. He really didn't like me. I wasn't even sure of how deep his hatred went. I wasn't sure what started it. 

"How's your winter break so far?" I asked. 

As much as I didn't like the moment, I figured it'd be nice to have some small talk. It didn't help that I was terrible at socializing. Large crowds were torture for me. People always judged me. I knew they did... 

"It's alright. I guess."
"You guess?"
"Yeah. Originally, I was going snowboarding with a few family friends."
"That sounds cool. I've never gone snowboarding before."
"Oh. It's really fun. You should get your boyfriend to take you."

I stopped dead in my tracks. Boyfriend? In surprise, I turned to Kyle, who had lost his hateful glare. I knew my eyes were as wide as saucers. Nobody needed to tell me that. 

"You and Jake aren't dating?"
"No, we're not."
"Oh. My bad."
"It's okay. You didn't know."

At that point in time, we reached the rec room. Immediately, Kyle darted to the foosball table. He sent me a devious smile, and I laughed. He was unaware of my mad skills. 

"Why aren't you two dating? You kissed," Kyle inquired as we started a game. 

We were teasing in this round, but as soon as the little peach-colored ball hit the last line of blue, I dropped the act. Kyle moaned when I scored. I laughed at his small pout. 

"How did you know?" I asked as we kept playing. 

"Well. I saw you guys kiss that one time."
"The day everybody in Earth Science laughed at my flowers?"
"Oh. That was two months ago."
"I saw you guys kiss the day before break, too."

I looked down at my hands then. I found it humiliating. That wasn't a proud moment. Jake and I were trying to figure all this out. His parents were homophobes. They hated the idea of homosexuality. Mr. and Mrs. Lyons were the reason why Jake didn't sign up for Theatre. His dad thought acting was something weirdos did.Mr. Lyons was a very judgmental man. I had met him once when Jake and I saw Divergent

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked. 

"Jake and I can't date."
"Why not?"
"His parents. They-they're -" 
"I'm so sorry. I promise I won't tell anybody."

Kyle seemed sincere. I wanted to trust him. I just didn't know him all that well. It startled me when Kyle yowled in joy. A laugh tumbled out when I received the message. Kyle had scored a point. 

"You know, I'm having a great time," I admitted. 

"Why wouldn't you be?"
"Well, we haven't really talked before. Plus, I'm really socially awkward."
"Ah. You see, my friend told me something really nasty about you."
"I shouldn't repeat it."

I bowed my head in down at that point. I understood how bad it really was. The idea made me want to cry. It was such a terrible thing to know. I really hated the idea. 

"Now I know it wasn't true," Kyle whispered. 

I looked up and found his smile. This was very different from how I thought the evening would go. This was better. 

"What're you smiling at?" Kyle jeered with wiggling eyebrows. 

A bubble of giggles escaped me. I really didn't expect this. It was nice. Kyle was a lot cooler than I used to think he was. The brown-eyed boy ran a hand through his slick ebony brown hair. His hair actually looked really soft. 

"Loving my amazingly beuatiful face?" He joked. 

I nodded with a playful smile. If only I had noticed Mr. Lyon at the door. The man was not friendly. He didn't tae kindly to jokes. Jake was smiling right next to him though. 

"What is this?" Mr. Lyon grumbled. 

"Dad, they're just playing around. Kyle has been wooing Alexandria Madison for the past two months," Jake tried to reassure his dad. 

Jake walked over with a smile. Kyle gave my dear a bro hug, but Jake hid behind me. He rested his chin on my head, and he wrapped his arms around me loosely. I placed my hands over Jake's. I realized Jake was ready to announce it. I relaxed into him at the very thought. 

"Jacob Anthony Lyons, what do you think you're doing?" The forty-three year old growled. 

"I'm getting comfortable with the person I care about most," Jake said simply. 

Suddenly, Jake turned me around to face him. I noticed the small plant hanging overhead. My cheeks burned, and I realized this Christmas had a little miracle in store. 

Submitted: December 22, 2014

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I agree with the other guy. You're a great writer, lots of potential.

I think though sometimes you can be a little heavy-handed. Examples of that are when you write things like "laughed at his small pout"and the use of the word "moan". It's a fine line between heavy-handedness and foreshadowing. Those few clues made it all together too obvious what the twist was going to be. Also, Karstan and Kyle get too close way to quick. Maybe make the game a little more tense before they find common ground. It might make your chapter a tad bit longer, but it's worth it if it makes their friendship more organic. Right now the foosball part sounds a litte forced or rushed. Be careful with words like "very". Don't use it unless it's an incredibly urgent or extra extra tense situation. Hope it helps!

P.S. I noticed you got had some good indepth criticisms in another person's novel. I was hoping maybe you could return the favor sometime. Mine is called, "The Age of Stars". I just joined and it's my only work so far. Thanks if you do!

Mon, December 29th, 2014 11:24pm


Thank you for the comment, but I'm not sure what you mean by "heavy-handed." I've never heard that term before.

Mon, December 29th, 2014 3:37pm

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