Callista
I led Taylor into the kitchen and gently let go of his hand when I felt my mother's eyes on me. IT was weird for me to have my mother around while I showed my affection toward a person outside of the family. The look that she would give me always irked me. I hoped that Taylor wouldn't be offended and that he would understand what was going on. I guessed that he probably would, he was just like that, kind of all-knowing or something, whatever.
"So Ma, wha do ya wan?" I said quickly, she smirked at me, looking from me to Taylor.
Taylor snickered at me, and I felt just slightly self-conscious. I knew that he wasn't trying to be vile, or anything like that, he wouldn't do that to me, but I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. He sensed that his inconsiderate snicker hurt me and he stopped immediately. Then he gently squeezed my hand and quickly released it.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I just thought it was cute, the way you sounded when you were talking just then. You're definitely from New Yowk. I can hear it in your thick accent." He leaned over and whispered in my ear, almost mocking me. I wasn't too hurt though, even my parents give me grief for my heavy New York accent. **AN~I really am from New York and I have a heavy accent but it's hard to type it out the way it sounds when my friends talk so bear with me. I hope you may have a slight idea of what A New York accent sounds like supposedly. Actually my parents give me an attitude about sounding like I'm from Brooklyn. Oh well, like you care anyway.**
"Sokay..." I whispered in his ear and then turned to face my mother again. She was bearing a devilish grin, as usual, and I could tell she was hiding something. I convulsed at the thought, "So ma ya wanted me for somethin?"
"Never mind doll. Why don't you two go, watch a movie or something."
I smiled grabbed Taylor's hand and lead him up to my bedroom before my mother could make a thoroughly embarrassing comment. Anyway, I didn't really need another excuse to spend time alone with Taylor and the longer I stayed the more time someone had to find a reason for me to help out or something. As we walked up the steps I relished in the feeling of my hand enveloped In his. It had begun with me taking hold of his strong hand but it ended up that he was holding my petite hand inside his. I loved his hands, they were strong and gentle at the same time, and they sent chills through my body when they came in contact with me skin.
We waltzed up to my room on a cloud of overwhelming Affection and rapture, it was like when we were together the rest of the measly world ceased its hurried movement around us. Taylor followed me into the room and he soon plopped himself down on the inflatable chair in my little sitting area.
"Taylor, do you mind if I go and change into my pajamas, they are ever so much more comfy." I asked meekly, I wasn't in any mood to let him leave my sight. Last time I did that Mikeala got her grubby paws on him, plus as corny as this sounds I'd miss him. I was hopelessly attached to Taylor in a period of less than 24 hours, I guess he was the kind of guy that could do that to a girl.
"No, by all means go ahead, I'll wait here for you."
"Okay. I'll only be a sec." I smiled and rooted through my pajama drawer to find something appropriate to put on. Finally I decided on a pair of flannel pajamas, pants and a long sleeved shirt, that were a pale blue with a cloud pattern on them. I grabbed them and disappeared into the bathroom attached to my bedroom.
I pulled off my clothes and slipped into my pajamas. I grabbed a hair tie for my unruly hair and pulled it all up into a unkempt bun high on my head. I checked my sparse make-up, I'd cried most of it off, and dropped my outfit into the laundry basket on my way out to see Taylor again.
When I came out into the room I could see Taylor's blonde head peeking out over the edge of the chair that he was comfortably slouching in. He even looked good from the back!
"I'm back." I chimed as I dropped myself into a chair next to him, and propped my feet upon an ottoman.
"Good, I missed you, ya know." He grinned at me and I could do nothing other than smile back.
"So what d'ya wanna do?"
"Your mom suggested a movie..."
"Oh. Kay, I've got some really good Christmas classics and some new ones. Any suggestions?"
"How bout Miracle on 34th Street?"
"New or old?"
"New"
I stood up and walked over toward my bed. There is an entertainment center off to its side and that' s where my movies and TV are. I pulled out the video and popped it into the VCR, then I turned on the TV. I motioned for Taylor to come over so he could actually see the screen, bizarre idea huh?
He joined me and pretty soon we were both seated next to one another leaning our backs to my bed, engrossed in the movie. I'm a Christmas freak, I Love this time of year. I own every Christmas movie and CD. I start listening to Christmas music in August; I wait for October to blast it through the rest of the house though. I can't even imagine living in a place like Florida because the chances of actually having a whit Christmas are slim to none, and I have to be around my family in this season. Christmas is my light and my salvation from the rest of the world. It's the one time where people put everything aside and get along, everyone celebrates and no one is hurting. I guess if Christmas lasted all year long the world would be a much nicer place.
I got lost in the movie and I didn't even notice that about 1/4 of the way through the movie I was sitting practically in Taylor's lap with his unfaltering, tender arms. By the time I realized it I was half-asleep in their comfort and I couldn't have cared less. To me his love and his arms were like Christmas personified. That was something that try as I May I could not resist, not that I really tried to resist it�