On Santa's lap - S01 E13

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On Santa's lap - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

Anyway, it's the holidays and being cooped up with family 24/7 is driving me mental, and I'm bored so I started randomly posting pics on Instagram with weird captions and quotes and sneak peeks from my stories. And I reckon 99% of my (not wattpad) friends are like, WTFm cause i'm just hash-tagging book names and they're like how come this isn't in the store (lol).

Anyways knock yourself out, imsooverpolice is my insta, feel free to add me there and in snapchat (nixpockett) if you guys get bored too. But the insta is shared b/w wattpad and real life, so please be careful what you say there (I can and will delete some comments) no really detail expression of this site, you can comment on the story but let's not mention I write them ;)

Those people, who comment on every fucking line...I like you guys, I like you guys a lot (No sarcasm at all, really do love you. It makes it enjoyable to read all the comments)

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Well that escalated quickly. I turned my head with a confused expression, "Why is it such a big issue for me to hate Christmas? There are a lot of cultures around the world that don't celebrate Christmas, so why can't I be one of those and not celebrate it,"

"True, but it's an issue because you used to celebrate Christmas and then suddenly stopped, right? If you never liked celebrated it from the start, fair enough, but it seems the rest of your family does, and even when people don't celebrate it, they don't hate it as much as you do,"

"Well how come me not liking prawns is not an issue?"

There were two ways I could slam him, tell him to shut up, but then I figured that might just be rude and then proceed awkward silence and he was out of my life, wait, that actually sounds pretty good.

Or there was another way, to completely divert a topic I had no idea where to begin with.

I did the latter, only because there was no reason for me to create unnecessary drama.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Well I liked prawns when I was a child, and now I don't really fancy them. And according to you it's an issue to celebrate something and stop, I used to celebrate the joy of eating prawns and now I stopped," I trailed of waving an arm before I rested it on my stomach.

"Because prawns are scary looking with those black eyes and whiskers long as the Nile river,"

I smiled, "And Santa is scary with his pot stomach and beard that god know's whats inside and his abusive name calling, I mean he calls everyone hoes,"

There was a brief silence before he replied.

"Touche,"

I lifted up my phone looking at the time sighing, "I should head back,"

"Why, there's still...ten minutes left to Christmas," he said turning his head.

"I have work tomorrow, it's boxing day, there will be a lot of boyfriends, brothers and husbands at the bars."

"Live a little,"

I frowned, "But I am,"

"Really now?"

"Well I'm with a complete stranger who decided to stalk someone who came to take a picture, and in an isolated place at night in the dark where I can be killed and dumped into the yarra and goodbye Evelyn,"

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"Right, that makes perfectly good sense,"

I nodded, I know it did. If this wasn't "living a little" I didn't know what was.

"But if you really want to take it up a notch," he began sitting up taller, "I dare you to jump into the yarra,"

I raised an eyebrow turning my head to stare at him, "What?"

The yarra was perfectly brown for a very good reason, it wasn't something you swam in. God knows what's down on the bottom, apart from my dead body scenario, there was probably also dirt, trolleys people couldn't be bothered repairing, waste, food, clothes, the list just goes on. I was pretty sure there was even a deserted car down the bottom.

"I double dare you to do it," I said shivering in disgust and sat up, the water may look calm right now but I wasn't even sure how deep that river was. And even though I could swim, that was only in shallow water near something or someone to grab, put me in the deep and all swimming lessons were out of my brain.

"Darer's day off, you do it,"

"If it's your day off, you're not technically allowed to dare people either,"

"Gosh Eve, stop being a child and just do it,"

I raised an eyebrow, "Really? Because daring people and peer pressure when we're adults is pretty childish," I trailed off shaking my head.

"Do it and I'll buy you flowers,"

"I don't like flowers, why would you waste thirty bucks on a bouquet, or more for roses, for them just to wilt, not to mention what if she had hayfever, geez that would be terrible,"

"Fine, do it and I'll never bother you again,"

I turned my head to look at him meeting his green eyes, "Serious?"

He gave me a stern nod.

I looked back at the water.

"Okay, no worries," I jumped to my feet throwing his jacket back at him. I wagered my options, the water wasn't deep unless you jumped right into the middle, I'll just jump, hold my breathe, and have ten showers later, maybe plastic surgery to remove all the skin and get new clean skin.

"Hey! Not cool," Nik jumped from his spot grabbing the edge of my jeans making me nearly trip over.

"What?" I asked trying to kick his hand away.

"That hurt my feelings, sheesh I never realised you hated me so much," he grumbled, the look on his face reminding me of Evan when he wasn't allowed to eat ice-cream and smiled.

"I was only kidding."

Like I would actually want to jump into water filled with urine and turd remains. Imagine that in your mouth, if you accidentally took a swallow, oh god.

I think I want to throw up now.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily, let's go, it's starting to rain,"

"Naw, did poor little Nik get his feelings hurt?" I teased nudging his shoulder as I bent down to pick up the picnic mat with him. And then I realised, maybe I really did hurt his feelings. I mean not everyone would have the same sense of humor as me, and this guy was literally like a child.

"Nik, you do realise I was joking r-," whatever I was going to say was cut off by my squeal as his arm wrapped around my waist suddenly surprising me and his leg kicked my foot making me slip landing on the hard ground, my head hitting with a thud.

"Ouch!,"

Nik winced, "Well that looked a lot more simpler in my mind, are you okay?"

My eyes flickered up narrowing, "You brute what the hell was that for?" I snapped my palms going up to shove him only they ended up resting on his chest when I realised how awfully close he was. Leaning down on top of me, one knee between my legs, and the other to the side as he peered down at me.

He gave me one of his signature childish smiles, his green eyes bright, both of his hands next to my head and the minty fresh breathe against my face.

I hated mint.

So when I tasted mint I was confused, why the hell would I willingly try mint, and in my sleep deprived state I realized he was kissing me.

The briefest, lightest touch before he pulled away, and I had to rack my brains to think if that happened, or I was just imaging things, "And for the record," his voice was deeper doing weird things to the pit of my stomach, "I knew you were joking,"

His lips met mine but unlike last time, there was nothing quick or gentle about this kiss.

No, this kiss had enough energy to set every living part of me on fire. HIs mouth was warm, strong and minty, his hands, hard, cold and coarse against my cheek and his tongue, as it slipped into my mouth, felt like molten lava.