.Crushing Festivities.

The weather was cold and horrible.

My hands shivered under my furred coat, the double protection of gloves and a thick coat covering my tiny body seeming almost nonexistent. I regretted ever wearing woollen gloves over leather ones.

My fingers were numb and so were my feet; a draft made its way towards me, blowing on my face, making me want to scream from the cold.

But even my throat seemed frozen.

The cold had really dampened my Christmas spirit.

The only thing that kept me going on the snow covered, slippery roads was the thought of a hot cup of cocoa topped with half a dozen marshmallows, and a tiny fire cackling in the fireplace, trying to prove its existence, making itself useful by providing warmth to distraught humans like myself. I was very thankful to God that I had decorated my quaint house before heading out into the snow: at least I had one more thing to look forward to.

As I huffed a little in annoyance and caused fog to erupt from my mouth and nose, my gum boots almost failed me and made me stumble and skid on the ice.

"Mother fucker!" I cursed under my breath with a moody scowl on my face, caught myself in time, well before I embarrassed myself and fell butt-first onto the pavement.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, is it?"

I turned around to a familiar voice, my heart instantly failing me as I realized who it was.

Of course it was my crush, that's a no brainer. Why else would my heart betray me?

"It is the only feasible thing to say." Nervousness was laced in my voice, and it didn't help when those lanky legs of his advanced slowly towards me.

"Looks like someone is taking their English class too seriously," he teased me, and I tried not to hyperventilate about the fact that he was actually talking to me.

It had always been a simple 'hi' and a 'bye' for us whenever we passed each other; we'd never really had a proper conversation before, until now.

Maybe it was the fact that he was utterly gorgeous while I was a nervous wreck with ugly black hair and dull brown eyes: nothing out of the usual. Maybe it was because he was always surrounded by his friends, making it impossible for me to call out to him to say something without embarrassing myself.

Only I knew the many different ways I could potentially embarrass myself in front of him and his friends.

"Feasible is not an unusual word," I replied staunchly, and immediately wished I could smack myself right there.

My crush was talking to me, not by force, but by choice, his own freaking choice; the least I could do was say yes to whatever the hell he said, smile at everything and then make out with him behind a Christmas tree.

And probably hear the last of him for eternity.

And then die of embarrassment and shame of being rejected by my ultimate crush - either of the three.

Shaking away my cheerful thoughts, I looked up at him with my hands still shivering but, as I realized later, not from the cold. Instead of giving me a bored and irked look or laughing at me for being weird, he smiled at me instead, and boy, never once did it waver throughout our conversation later.

"Say," he began out of the blue, blending in another conversation, "would you like to grab a coffee or something? It's extremely cold, and I think the weather people predicted a snow storm this evening. This way, we'll both avoid it, and I think it'll be great to catch up with you."

Really? Of course, I'll marry you!

"Sure," I smiled, snapping out of my thoughts with a mental smirk, "coffee sounds great!"

"That, or it sounds 'feasible'," he chuckled, coming to stand beside me, and motioned me in the direction of a nearest coffee shop.

And that, folks, is how I spent the best Christmas of my life - with my future husband.

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Just another random story ^.^

Wish you, your family and your friends a very, very merry Christmas! <3

-Crazy