When Christmas Came, So Did He

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When Christmas comes around, everyone is happy and cheerful.
But not Matty Lake.
Matty is having a horrible Christmas, that is, until she meets Jake.
For regine luvs u Christmas love competition.

Submitted: November 29, 2011

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Submitted: November 29, 2011

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When Christmas Came

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Dear my humble, loyal diary,

I had an amazing Christmas. Had I not met the amazing guy named Jake, my Christmas would have ended in tears.

I will tell you the story of how Jake Humberstone changed my Christmas in my next entry, but first I have a question for you.

Have I been complaining too much?

I read through all of my old entries, and I complain about my parents and my life in every single one. I mean, surely you must get tired of hearing me babble on about how I wish my family were rich and actually had a home that had a working tap.

I'm sorry if you're tired of hearing my complaints, but...well, after today, I think all that might just change.

Had a fantastic Christmas,

Matty Lake ?

 

"I hate you! I wish you weren't my parents!"

The door slammed behind me as I ran out into the cold air, sitting down on the sidewalk and hugging myself.

My parents thought I was wrong for blaming them for being poor, but my mother went out and bought things for her, because everything just had to be about her.

And my father, he came home drunk every single day and he would even hit me sometimes if I didn't do things right.

Tears streamed down my face as others walked by, glancing at me once before ignoring me again.

How could people be so careless?

Here I was, crying my heart out, and none of these people cared!

Oh, now I remember why.

It's because their rich.

But being rich doesn't mean being ignorant and shallow, does it?

I shivered and hugged myself tighter, wishing I had brought my teddy out with me like I usually did.

So yes, I did have these crying fits a lot.

Pretty much every day, actually.

"Hello there." a confident male voice introduced, and I looked up to see a boy standing there, his hand outstretched.

I hesitantly brought my hand up to shake his.

His hand felt warm and comforting, and for some reason I felt more relaxed touching him. Could it be his cool and confident attitude, or just the feel of his skin against mine?

"My name is Jake Humberstone. What's yours?" he asked, sitting down.

"My name is Matty. Matty Lake." I replied without hesitation.

"That's a beautiful name." he whispered, and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

"I see you out here a lot, crying. I hope it doesn't seem like I'm some kind of stalker or anything, but I have always wanted to get to know you better." he explained, smiling warmly at me.

I didn't smile back, yet his smile didn't even waver.

Then he pulled out a small wrapped gift, and my heart sank. Had he just come here to show off a gift he had gotten for Christmas?

"This is for you." he said, taking my hands gently and placing the small box into them.

I stared down at the box for a moment, contemplating whether to accept the gift.

What if it was some kind of flower that squirted out water?

Those were the only gifts I had gotten from complete strangers on Christmas.

"Aren't you going to open it?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

I breathed out deeply and nodded, glancing up at him.

"Okay." I said, slowly started to tear the wrapping.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching me, and I looked up at him again.

"Would you like me to do it?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"I know how to open a present." I said sourly, thinking that he was making fun of me.

He didn't reply, but I saw him smile a little as I finished unwrapping it to find another box.

"The gift is inside." he said, and I grabbed my pocket knife and slashed the box, seeing him widen his eyes.

"My mother tells me to be safe rather than sorry." I said bitterly, and he nodded.

I looked inside the box and gasped, pulling out the small plush bear inside.

"I noticed that you always have that tiny old beat up bear whenever you come out here, and I wanted to get you a new one."

I looked up at him, and for once in a while a smile lit up my face.

"You look beautiful when you smile." he whispered, pushing a strand of my hair back.

We leaned forward, our faces inches apart.

Finally our lips touched, and sparks ran through my entire body.

I had never felt this way around a boy before, and I craved more.

The kiss broke, and he stood up, holding out his hand.

I took it and he lifted me up, making me laugh when he pretended to struggle.

He pulled a red rose out of his pocket, handing it to me.

"Merry Christmas." he whispered before walking away, leaving me with a bright smile on my face.

 

I stared down at the red rose in my hand, playing with it delicately.

Yes, Jake Humberstone had been the first boy to ever make me smile.

And I loved the happy feeling it brought me.

I smiled again, laughing out loud as my mother walked in.

She looked annoyed, but my smile never left my face.

"Be more quiet! God, can you ever do anything right?!" she screamed, putting a hand on her head in pain. Hangover, I was guessing.

I stood up and handed the red rose to her, my smile widening as she looked at me in disbelief.

I looked straight into her eyes, clutching my new bear in the palm of my hand.

"Merry Christmas, mother." I said before walking straight past her and out into the cold air, seeing Jake standing there waiting for me.

As we both ran down the road, people looking at us strangely, for once I didn't care.

As long as I was with Jake this Christmas, I wouldn't ever care.


 

 


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