i have another one to publish tomorrow

Dear Friend,

April 3, 2017

I had a very busy day today.
I woke up at 7:30am.
I didn’t need to be awake until 9:30am, but I couldn’t go back to sleep after I got up to use the restroom.
For some odd reason my mind just started racing.
I kept thinking and I didn’t know how to make it stop.
That was going on for a whole hour.

When I finally got up, I opened my door and was blinded by the bright sunlight burning through the windows in the dining room.
My mom had the blinds open for the natural lighting instead of using our fluorescents.
She was sitting by the bar, typing away on her laptop, and working on some paperwork.

“Good morning Mom,” I said.

“Good morning Papi,” she replied.
She calls me that when she’s in a good mood. 

I walked passed her and headed towards the kitchen.
I had prepared an overnight oatmeal recipe the night before, so the first thing I did was open the fridge to get my breakfast.
I normally don’t eat breakfast, but I’m trying to fix that.

This was my second attempt at making this overnight oatmeal.
I made it with almond milk, plain yogurt, honey, cocoa powder, and chia seeds.
It was supposed to have strawberries as well, but we didn’t have any, unfortunately.
And to be honest, it wasn’t as great as the first time I made it.

When I finished eating my chocolate strawberry-less oatmeal, it was time for me to get ready for school.
I took a shower, brushed my teeth, changed into some nice clothes, put on my black Steve Madden boots, and fixed my hair.
Then, I left to school.

I walked toward my class which was located in the business building.
I was there thirty minutes early for class and I was actually pretty happy about that because I was about to take an exam.
I sat down in the first empty seat I saw and started to study for the time being.

I remember this one classmate of mine was walking in circles around the hallways of the building.
He was wearing sweatpants and I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
It was really a nice sight to see - I wish you were there to stare at his junk with me. 

My thirty minutes of studying came to an end…
I unconfidently walked into class to fail my exam.
To my surprise, it was a lot easier than I thought, but to be honest I don’t expect to get higher than a “D”.
I will find out by tomorrow how I truly did.

After my exam, I walked to another building - The College of Liberal Arts.
I went there in hopes of running into an old English professor.
I printed out a copy of one of the letters I have sent you…
I’m thinking about publishing it…
I hope that’s okay…

Thankfully, she was there!
I told her about what I was doing and what I was expecting from her.
She’s such a kind woman.
I’m not even her student anymore and she agreed to help me with this.
She even said she’d give it to her colleague because he’s a creative writing professor.
She said she doesn’t have that kind of experience.
She mostly only reads and writes for academic purposes.

Soon after I told my professor goodbye (and many thank you’s), I headed toward the writing center to get a second opinion on the same letter.

The girl that helped me was very kind.
I was so nervous to let her read it and judge it in front of me.
Honestly, I was scared she was going to think it was nonfiction (obviously, it is, but I didn’t want her to get that impression).
I was shaking for a few moments and my palms started to sweat.

She didn’t have to edit it much.
She just told me I had a lot of punctuation mistakes.
I should really work on that.

It was actually really nice to be next to her while she read my excerpt.
She let out a few sighs as if she could relate.
She let out subtle aw’s under her breath.
She also let out a giggle at one point.
It was very comforting to see someone’s real life reactions while reading something I wrote.
It makes me wonder if you do them too.

Afterward, I ended up going to my previous workplace to interview my ex-manager for a project I have for my management class.
When I got there, everyone who I used to work with was still there.
I only saw one unfamiliar face there.
The guy was obviously new.

Everyone said hello and asked how I was doing.
I made small talk with them for as long as I could.
Then, I sat in the way corner of the restaurant and waited for my ex-manager to sit with me.

When she got to the table she said, “I hope you don’t mind me eating right now. I’m starving.”

“No, of course! Don’t worry about it.” I said encouragingly with a big smile.

“Alright then, good! So… let’s make this happen. Hit me with your best questions,” she said. “Show me what you got.”

I laughed, looked down at my notes and started interviewing her.
It lasted about thirty minutes.
I had worked with her for over three years and I can honestly say I learned so much more about her today in this one session alone than those three years with her.

Later, I got something to eat before going into work.
I had Chinese; it was sadly very unsatisfying.

I was only at work for a few hours.
Nothing worth mentioning happened there.

When I got home, I was greeted by my mom the same way she greeted me in the morning.
She was at the bar doing work on her laptop again - I was living in déjà vu. 
My dad was in the living room watching TV.
“How was your day Papi?” She asked while I walked into the kitchen.

“It was okay. I’ve just been really busy all day and I’m about to go eat with Josh,” I said.

“Really? At this hour? Where are you guys going?”

I didn’t realize it was already 10:30pm. “Yeah. I’m pretty hungry and I want to see him. We’re supposed to go to Applebee’s. To be honest, I’m not too sure if I’m going after all because you know how he is with his kids and all. Sometimes he’ll say let’s go, then ten minutes later he’ll say never mind because one of his twins woke up or something.”

“Yeah. You’re right,” she agreed.

I continued talking to my mom for a moment; all while preparing my breakfast for the week.
I’m trying to eat healthier, so I’ve been making the overnight oatmeal I mentioned earlier almost every night.
To save time, I decided to prep for the next four mornings.

I got papers, blunts, bongs.
All the ingredients to make a high nigga pie.
Just kidding.
That’s one of my favorite line’s in Scary Movie; I just had to say it, sorry.
Let me start over.

I got oats, almond milk, cocoa powder, yogurt, chia seeds, yogurt and strawberries.
All the ingredients to make my chocolate strawberry oatmeal (yes, we had strawberries this time).
It didn’t take me long.
Just before I finished up, Josh called me.

“Hey! Do you still want to go to Applebee’s? I got my dad’s truck, so I can just meet you there.” He sounded really happy to go and meet with me. 

“Yeah. Of course. I just need to finish something. If you get there before me you know what to order me right?” I asked.

“Cedar Grilled Chicken?” He questioned. 

“Yes.”

“Okay. See you later.”

I hung up the phone and continued to make my oatmeal.
My stomach was feeling really empty so I tried to hurry.
When I was done, I got my keys and rushed out the front door.

I sped my way through the streets and through the highway. 
In times like these - when I’m anxious to see my best friend and hungry - I’m glad the speed limit on the highway is seventy-five miles per hour. 
So, it surely didn’t take me long to get there. 

When I showed up at the restaurant, I walked in and noticed he was sitting at one of the high tables that surrounded the bar.
I walked up to him, he saw me and we both smiled at each other. 
He looked so cute with his freshly new haircut and clean shaved face. 

He knows I don’t like facial hair. 
Sometimes I wonder if he shaves it just for me. 
I doubt he did it for me this time because he just started a new job at a restaurant; they prefer if you don’t have any facial hair. 

“Hey Josh,” I said with a big smile. 

“Hey Alex,” he responded. He mirrored my smile. 

“Did you already order for me?” I asked. 

“Yeah, I ordered for you. It should be coming out in a little bit. I got wings - buffalo and bbq flavored. And of course I ordered your chicken for you.”

“Thanks, because I’m starving!”

The rest of the night consisted of us talking about movies, games, a girl that he’s talking to and our lives. 
He talked about his twins. 
I talked about my love life - or lack thereof. 
This was going on for over an hour. 

When it started getting late, I paid for the tab and we walked out together. 
I started walking him to his truck and when we turned the corner of the restaurant I gave him a big hug. 
We kept our arms wrapped over each other’s shoulder and kept walking toward his truck together. 

It was really cute, because I felt like we were a couple - I’m sure it looked like that to other people who could see us through the windows of the restaurant - but we aren’t. 
He’s just a really great friend who deserves all my love and appreciation.
He’s been there for me every single time, and that’s not me being overdramatic. 
We talk every day.
I see him two to three times a week - four on a good one.
I just love him to death.  
I really do.
And I know he really loves me too. 
I can honestly say bravely that I’d do anything for him. 

“Hey,” he said as he looked at me. 
I turned over to him and looked straight into his brown eyes.
His face was close to mine because we were still holding on to each other. 
“Thank you for the food baby, and the drink of course,” he continued. 
I like it when he calls me names.

I laughed. “You’re welcome Josh. You don’t have to thank me though,” I lied.
Of course he has to thank me. 
I just said that so I could fish for more appreciative comments. 

“Yes I do. You always buy me food. And you’re always there for me when I need you. Or when I need money - you give it to me. The least I could do is tell you thank you. I love you Alex.”
I swear, I feel like he and I make the perfect homo-hetero couple.

My heart fluttered when I heard him say that. 
That’s all I ever want in a relationship - whether it be a friend or a boyfriend - all I ever want is to feel wanted, appreciated, important, and, of course, loved. 
“I love you too, Josh,” I said with a smirk. 

We finally got to his truck and I gave him another hug before I said goodbye. 
“I’ll text you when I get home,” I said.
“You better,” he demanded. 
And I did. 

I didn’t do much after I got home. 
To be honest, there was nothing for me to do. 
I didn’t have homework and there was nothing productive to do around the house. 

So, I decided to have a bit of downtime by myself. 
I made popcorn, heated up some nacho cheese, poured some hot cheetos in my bowl of freshly popped popcorn and pigged out in my room while watching a new episode of Riverdale. 
I only saw about twenty minutes of it though, because I couldn’t stay up too late. 

I also really wanted to tell you about my day. 
I don’t know why. 
I guess I just wanted to say that I wish I had more days like this - days where I’m busy as hell and distracted that I don’t even have the time to think about the bad things. 

So here I am writing to you. 
It’s already passed midnight; I should really go to sleep soon.
I have to wake up early in the morning because my friends and I are going to the school clinic to get our blood checked. 
I’m getting tested for STD’s and general blood work like my sugar levels, cholesterol, etc. 
I’m not sure if my friends are getting checked for STD’s. 

By the way, I know I’m always ranting to you; so, I just wanted to take this time to tell you thank you - I know I don’t do it enough.
So… Thank you!

I have learned to appreciate what you have while you still got it, because one day it will be taken away from you in the most tragic, unprepared way. 

Until Next Time… 
Love always,
Alex

Love and Manuscripts (2)

This is the second chapter of my new fic! Let me know what you think :) Previous chapter listed here: 1

Simon

Simon shifted uncomfortably in his chair. His cubicle was quite small and stress was making it difficult for him to get comfortable. He’d been working for two weeks at Petty Publishing so far and had become a kind of copy making pet. Anyone who needed something delivered or copied handed their things off to Simon. While the situation wasn’t the best he liked it better than Baz’s new role. Baz had become the office’s coffee and errand boy.
But today both he and Baz had reason to be nervous. They’d handed in edits of a manuscript last week to Penny. It wasn’t like their edits would be taken seriously, it was just practice. But Penny was supposed to discuss their edits with them today and tell them how they did.
Baz drifted into the office, his grey eyes glinting with frustration. Without a word he handed Simon his coffee and sat at the desk across from him. There was nothing separating them except for desktop screens.
“Thanks for the coffee.”
Baz sneered, “It’s my job isn’t it?”
Simon shook his head in annoyance and went back to organizing Gareth’s papers. Simon had tried to be polite for the most part but Baz was still just as acerbic as he’d been the day they’d met.
Simon bit his lip nervously and checked his watch.
“She’s in a meeting. Stop fidgeting it’s making it hard to focus,” Baz muttered.
Simon glared at him.
“How can you act so calm? Don’t you want to stop running around getting coffees? If we mess this up we’ll be stuck doing this crap for another two weeks.”
Baz smirked, “Well, unlike you, I know I did a good job.”
Simon rolled his eyes and went back to ignoring Baz.
A few minutes later Penny strolled in, her purple hair sleeked to perfection. It was disconcerting still for Simon to see someone so young already be so powerful.
“Hello boys,” She greeted them, lips pursed.
“Hello,” Simon smiled politely.
Baz simply nodded.
“Simon, your edits were not as attentive as I would have liked. While I agree with all of the things you pointed out, there were many more mistakes in the writing that you should have caught.”
Baz snorted quietly and gave Simon a thumbs up.
Penny’s sharp eyes cut to him.
“I wouldn’t be so cocky Basilton. You’re edits were far too harsh. I found many of the things you pointed to as mistakes to be completely fine. I’m not sure why you feel the need to be so nit picky.”
Simon was too focused on thinking about his own edits to enjoy the look of defeat on Baz’s face. He wondered what exactly he’d missed and how he’d been stupid enough to mess something so important up.
“Simon, your critiques, though lacking in consistency, were well articulated. Basilton, while I think you were far too harsh, your sharp eye for mistakes is definitely note-worthy. I feel you both have something to learn from one another.”
Simon nodded though he wasn’t entirely sure where she was going with this.
“I want you two to trade manuscripts and try to pick up on the strengths and weaknesses of the other person. Have a report ready for me by tomorrow at 8.”
Baz glanced up at her in disbelief.
“It’s almost the end of the day, how are we supposed to get this done by then?”
She shrugged.
“I guess you’re working late. Welcome to publishing.”
With that she stalked off towards her office. Simon didn’t really want to stay late, especially with Baz, but he had known early on to expect strange work hours from this job.
Baz sighed and flung his manuscript copy at Simon.
“Let’s get this over with.”

Baz

Baz sighed in relief as he finished reading the last of Snow’s edits. It was well past midnight and he was pretty sure they might be locked in the building. He looked up and saw that Snow wasn’t too far off from finishing reading Baz’s edits.
He hated to admit it but Penny had a point. Snow definitely wasn’t catching on enough to a lot of the mistakes. But every mistake he did point out had a well-reasoned explanation and a suggestion for how to fix it. Baz had never thought of delivering such personalized edits.
He waited until Snow finished and then cleared his throat.
“So, she’s right, you missed a lot of what’s wrong with the manuscript.”
Snow sighed tiredly and nodded.
“I get it Baz, I’m the worst editor ever.”
Baz clenched his teeth. He really didn’t want to compliment him but he had to do as Penny had asked and point out both Snow’s weaknesses and his strengths.
“Let me finish,” He snapped at Snow, “She was right about that but she was also right about the good stuff. Your edits are clear and well structured. Obviously you put a lot of thought into them.”
Snow’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I think that’s the first nice thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Baz snorted.
“Don’t get used to it. Our boss ordered me to do it.”
Snow rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. Instead he looked back through Baz’s edits with a thoughtful expression. As Baz watched him he noticed freckles dusted over the bridge of Snow’s nose that were a few shades lighter than his moles. Baz had traditionally thought of moles as unattractive but they actually complimented Snow’s features. They reminded him of constellations, seemingly random but capable of more with the right set of eyes. His mouth was interesting too, his lower lip being just a little bit bigger than his upper lip. Baz briefly considered what it would be like to suck on it. Then he froze and shook his head.
What was he thinking? There was no way he found this stubborn prat attractive. No Baz assured himself I’m just tired. As he was trying to clamp down his wayward thoughts Snow cleared his throat and smiled at Baz.
“Okay so yeah, you’re way too harsh. Half of these things are totally unnecessary on your part. But…you have a hell of an eye for this stuff. I mean you caught things I would have never noticed.”
Baz felt his ears heat.
“Okay. Good to know.”
He didn’t understand why he felt this affected by Snow telling him something Penny had already pointed out. But he couldn’t deny the warm satisfaction that Snow’s words had brought on. Disturbed, he stood up.
“I’m going to go home. See you tomorrow,” He mumbled.
“Hey, wait for a minute. I’ll walk out with you.”
Baz waved Snow off.
“It’s fine. I really just want to go home.”
He stalked off without another look back. Baz couldn’t allow himself to be attracted to Snow. There was no way he’d let himself fall for someone as stupid and senseless as him. Plus, they were competing for a job. There was no reason to complicate an already sticky situation. Right?

Doodler~ @stannie-is-on-fire

Beta~ @natskindacrisis

Title~ Of Plants and Stars

Genre~ Fluff

Warnings~ None

Summary~ Space Prince is lonely with no one like him, but one day he meets an Earth boy with an affinity for plants, and maybe he won’t be so lonely after all.

Notes~ lol so this was supposed to be for @phandomlittlepop but I missed my due date and well I’m trash. Anyway, Nat bullied gently persuaded me to post it because we had so much fun editing the slightly weird story book kinda vibe this fic wound up with. Also, Stannie is the absolute best and the art she made for me is def better than anything I could write so thanks so much to her!

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Sassy

Hello dears! I’m so very sorry it’s taken so long to publish this request. I swear all I do is work lately. I also found out that, between my two jobs, I’m probably going to be royally screwed in the upcoming two weeks and not have a moment to myself…so here’s another apology for the sure-to-be-long delay on the next request.

Now, that said, let’s get on with things, since…it is nearly half-past four in the morning where I am and I have to work again tomorrow. (What’s new, eh?)

I quote the request, by sassyshuckingshank:

“Hi I was wondering if you can do one where you are in love with Newt and Thomas is your twin. Thomas accidentally lets it slip that you love Newt and Gally uses it against you(blackmail)”

Now, I’m going to admit it here and now…I feel this isn’t one of my best. I’m not sure if it was simply that I haven’t had time to sit and write much of it, or if it’s that I was making circles in my head as to how to do it.

Therefore, I feel I should give you lot a disclaimer. I have, indeed, read the books (and I’m working on reading the prequel at the moment), so I know how the characters are depicted in both movie and book. That said, despite all the things I see about Gally, I don’t feel like he’s actually evil. I think he’s a bully, but I have a hard time picturing him actually blackmailing some girl for a crush she has. So I put my head to what would actually make him hate someone enough to blackmail them…and this is what came of it. I feel like some demure, quiet girl wouldn’t draw enough attention from Gally to make him hate her, even being Thomas’ twin, so…well, dear readers, you are excessively sassy and fierce in this story.

Again, I feel like this isn’t one of my best, and for that I apologize. Maybe one day down the road, when I’m short on requests and long on time, I will come back and redo it to my satisfaction, but I feel like I’ve made you lot wait long enough for this, and I really hope it’s better than I think it is.

(Seriously, guys, it’s four thirty in the morning. Please tell me if this is terrible. I could be delusional from sleep deprivation over the past few weeks.)

Anyway. On with the show!


“I swear to God, Thomas, if you don’t stop asking me questions, I’m going to shove this hoe up your ass so far we’ll find out if you have a brain.”

The words were growled, but loud enough to turn every head in the vicinity toward the voice. “You should do it anyway. Do him some good, (Name),” Those words were sour, spoken by a dark-haired boy with an ugly face.

“You and I both know that I have no issue with further deforming your nose, Gally. Back off.” (Name)’s voice was level, and almost dead-panned. “I have no patience to deal with both of you today.”

Gally stared at her for a long time, looking angrier than ever. She knew why, of course. He hated Thomas. Gally was a grumpy guy, anyway, if even sometimes outright an asshole…but Thomas, he hated, entirely. No exception, no real, valid reason…he just hated Thomas.

Unfortunately for Gally, (Name) was Thomas’ twin. And as much as she could fight with him, and get irritated with him, he was her brother, and she’d look after him. She’d come up just before Chuck—why the Creators split them, they’d never know—and she knew more about the place than her brother.

This prompted so many questions that (Name) was ready to staple his lips shut.

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Sugar on the Asphalt: Thirty-Five
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It’s been a while! After a much needed writing break, I’m back! And here’s a chapter I’ve been waiting a long time to write! I hope you enjoy reading it and please let me know what you think <33

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wanna take caramel blondies home; august 16, 2013

Duncan was having Georgia problems. I was biting my tongue, but I really wanted to throw a big, fat I told you so in his face. He was still in high school and she was in college. No good could from that.

I mean, I like her,” Duncan whistled lowly. “And she’s great in—

“Duncan.” I dropped my tube of lipstick against the counter and blotted my lips together, my eyes narrowed to the mirror. “I don’t want to know.”

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magicalpostface  asked:

hi i would like to send a promt by itsabeautifuldaytolive "Owen walking in on Amelia dancing to a cheesy song or vice versa" thanks <3<3

p.s Anything for you, Helen  <3

Last Christmas

I don’t think ‘ Last Christmas’ is a cheesy song btw, it’s one of my favourite Christmas songs ;) This is a short and fluffy one shot with a bit of angst- written on a Friday night. Enjoy! :D

The trailer was pitch black as Amelia stepped into it. Owen got caught up in attending to a few emergency cases which had just been brought into the ER. She had gone to the ER to collect the keys from him and headed to the trailer. She had a long tiring day of surgery after surgery and all she wanted to do was to go back to unwind and relax.

She switched on all the lights inside the trailer, and then switched on the Christmas lights lining the outside. She and Owen had spent one night a couple of weeks ago trying to set up the Christmas decorations in his trailer, which wasn’t much as there was barely enough room for furniture in the trailer, let alone Christmas decorations. They did manage to buy a small Christmas tree to place at the deck of the trailer, and hang some Christmas lights lining the deck. She had to admit that the lights looked beautiful , and invited some Christmas mood to the trailer. Granted, they were both busy surgeons and did not have time to buy any Christmas gifts nor plan Christmas activities. She made a mental note to get some last minute Christmas gift shopping done tomorrow before starting her shift in the afternoon.

As the trailer was currently parked at a very secluded place, and there were no other residents around the area at the moment, ( the family who bought Derek’s dream house from Meredith were away on vacation), it was very quiet. So quiet that she could her crickets chirping outside, and she thought she could here an owl hooting in the distance.

Starting to get a bit unsettled by the silence of the atmosphere in the trailer, she turned on the radio. At least some music would help break the silence.

The sound of ‘Jingle Bells’ filled the air as she went about the kitchen preparing some hot chocolate for herself. It was followed by ‘ Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer’.
Amelia found herself inadvertently humming to the familiar Christmas tunes. She was never the type of person who was into festivities, heck the last time she celebrated Christmas was when she was a teenager with her family. But suddenly these tunes brought back memories of Christmas celebrations and traditions with her family.  She recalled the Shepherd family Christmas traditions before her father died, when they would all attend midnight mass together and then after the mass, they would lay on blankets at the house compound and stare at the stars in the sky, wondering which star signified the anniversary of Jesus’s birth. A twinge of sadness overtook her as she realized how much she still missed her father and Derek. She could barely recall how she celebrated Christmas last year- her last Christmas with Derek still alive. Worked all day long in the hospital probably. In retrospect, she should’ve spent it with him.

Suddenly ‘Last Christmas’ was played on air. Amelia perked up. This was her and Derek’s favorite song. They fell in love with the song when they first heard it, and they made it a tradition to dance together to the song every Christmas. Of course, Derek wasn’t the best dancer in the world, but still, they had fun.

Now this song brought back nostalgic memories for her. Amelia paced up and down the deck of the trailer, absorbing the melodies of the song, and lost in memories of Derek.
She started swaying to the song. Gradually, she began putting one foot in front of the other in a sequence of steps. Before she knew it, she was dancing to the song, following the rhythm and beat of the song. She closed her eyes as she twirled and pictured Derek twirling to the song with her, just like they used to do as kids.

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Owen fully expected to return to his trailer to Amelia on bed reading a journal, wearing his plaid shirt as her pajamas , or even fast asleep on bed already.

What he didn’t expect, was to come home to a fully lit trailer, with all the Christmas lights and the Christmas tree lights blinking from the deck. He had to admit that it looked beautiful and….added to the Christmas atmosphere.

As he parked his car in front of the trailer, he was greeted by another unexpected sight, the sight of his girlfriend Amelia twirling around at the deck. He gasped, she looked so  beautiful and radiant twirling around like that in the blue dress she was wearing. He didn’t know she could dance. She really amazed him everyday. Everyday, he would discover new things about her , which he loved.

As he got out of his car, he realized that she was dancing to the popular Christmas song ‘ Last Christmas’.

He loved watching her dance and didn’t want to interrupt her, so he stood by his car and continued watching her dance. She was effortless in her twirls, it seemed like she was a professional dancer. Obviously she was so engrossed in her dance that she didn’t notice him watching her. Suddenly, she stopped, and looked at him, gasping, her face blushing. She had been caught red-handed.

Owen smiled.

‘ I didn’t know you could dance. You looked like a professional. Are you sure you’re never learnt ballet before?’

‘ Ermm….no….no…’ she stammered, as if embarrassed to be caught dancing.

‘ Why are you embarrassed? I loved it! I can add this to the list of things I love about you.’ said Owen taking her by the hand.

Amelia slowly began to smile, her dimples showing. Grabbing both of Owen’s hands, she began to lead him through the steps as the song continued. It proved to be a difficult task as Owen clearly was not meant to dance. He kept on tripping and stepping on her toes.

But she didn’t mind, as they both swayed at the deck of the trailer and stared at each other in the eye, under the Christmas lights, to more Christmas songs.

It seemed like an eternity before the Christmas songs finally stopped, and they finally stopped dancing.
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‘ You know, that song ‘ Last Christmas’ is mine and Derek’s favorite Christmas song’  Amelia confided later on that night as they lay on blankets on the grass outside the trailer, staring at the stars in the sky.

‘ We would dance to that song every Christmas. It was like a Christmas tradition for us.’

‘ My sister Megan used to love that song too’ Owen said sadly.

Amelia looked over at Owen, who was still gazing up at the sky.

She took his right hand in her left hand and squeezed it.

‘ You see the stars in the sky?’ she said looking up at the sky again to the stars blanketing the sky.

‘ Maybe this one is Megan and that one is Derek.’ she said pointing to 2 bright stars in particular.

‘Maybe this one is my dad and that one over there is your dad.’ Owen added, pointing to another 2 stars.

‘ Maybe they are all watching us from heaven’ Amelia agreed.

Just then, the song ‘ Somewhere Out There’ started playing on the radio- and they both lay down in silence, staring at the stars - wondering whether their lost loved ones were actually somewhere out there. They will miss their deceased loved ones this Christmas for sure, but at least this Christmas they would have each other. Tomorrow they were both going to call their mothers and tell their loved ones they love them.

Because at the end of the day, Christmas isn’t just about Christmas gifts and decorations and Christmas songs, but it is about family, loved ones and precious memories.


I have another Christmas oneshot planned- this time in the future with Owen, Amelia and their kids… I’ll probably publish it on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day…..do watch out for it ;)