Love Is In the Air This Christmas

This is a short story from a writing prompt I got off of Pinterest (the author is unknown) Prompt: write a short story inspired by a Christmas song or incorporate it into the story. I chose the song Wrapped in Red by: Kelly Clarkson.

This story is a complete work of fiction. Any names, places, or events that are in this story is a complete work of fiction.

 EVE:

It is a weird feeling being surrounded by so many people when you are feeling dejected. Everybody’s happy. The hum of their voices as some sing and others laughing all around me makes me feel even more lonely. I knew better than to come to the christmas festival, but my best friend was excited and I didn’t want to cancel on her again.

I normally love this; all the decorations and lights are reasons enough to attend, but it’s the food that was the ultimate deciding factor for me. I am reaching for a warm gingerbread man when I see you.

Snow is falling down around you and I swear I have never seen anything or anyone more breathtaking than you. It’s almost like my prayers are being answered. 

My heart skips a beat and I breathe. The freezing air that I suck in makes my lungs burn, but I would feel that again to keep this feeling from disappearing. It’s Christmas time so it’s possible there are miracles all around. 

Dove:

From afar I’ve loved you. I want nothing more than to tell you, but never let it show. I let the fear consume me. Self-doubt rings throughout my mind and every year another December comes and goes.

I know that sounds creepy. I’m always watching you from afar, but I’m never reaching the courage to approach you. But this Christmas something in me feels strange. I think it’s time that I’m gonna risk it all.

Eve:

This Christmas is hard for me after a rough year. I had lost my job which caused major financial issues. My new job is better than my previous one, but I loved working with my friend. I mean if I didn’t mess around too much and was absent more than being there then I wouldn’t have been fired.

You disappeared in the crowd and I felt a certain disappointment when I didn't see you again. I think this time I’m not afraid to fall, but you are not here and I can’t seem to find you in this crowd.

Dove:

When she looked at me I got butterflies. Her beauty is beyond anything I have ever seen. She comes into my boutique all the time, and this is the first year that I have a booth at the festival. I wonder if she will come over here, and if she does will I find the courage to say something?

A beautiful couple comes up and starts looking at my stuff. I am forced to look away from you. I listen as the couple talks about all of my lovely things and giggle at unspoken jokes and I think that could be us.

EVE:

I make my way through all the booths and disappointment clings at my heart when I don’t see you again. I am fixing to leave when I see some cute clothes hanging on a rack. The style is the same as my favorite little store here in town.

I walk around the small tent and my breath catches; there you are standing behind the register while a couple checks out their purchases. I walk to the opening of the tent and I think of a song lyric I have heard So I’m at your door with nothing more than words I’ve never said and I have the same vulnerability overcome my senses.

 You’re a vision of beauty before me. While I’m in all this white, I’m hoping you’ll see me like you’ve never seen me yet.

Dove:

I’m freezing so I grab my blanket. I’m wrapped in red like a present under the tree waiting for you. Is it a gift you would even want? Blue is where I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to talk to you. I know that my shop is doing well but all this green can’t buy me you. 

I need to say something when you're looking at things, but I catch a glimpse of a smile playing on your beautiful mouth when I catch you looking in my direction. Maybe you just need help but I want you to want more than that.

“Can I help you?” I ask, trying to sound professional with all the dirty thoughts playing in my mind.

“What’s your name?” is the last thing I thought you would say.

“I’m Dove!’ I say a little too excitedly.

I hear the sound of bells and I know that the carolers have made their way to my tent. The old lady is shaking silver bells that remind me of the first time you walked through the door of my store.

Eve:

I am annoyed that they came to sing. I was just starting to feel brave enough to talk to you. Your name is beautiful and I want to know more about it and even more about you. I spot some mistletoe that she has above her register and a thought sparks my mind.

I select two dresses off the rack and then look at some of the trinkets she has for sale next to the jewelry. Once the carolers are gone I go to the register to buy my selections.

“You know that mistletoe’s for two?” I am shocked that I managed to keep my voice even.

“You’re right.”

Dove walks around the small table her makeshift register is at.

“What’s your name?” she asks before I feel her soft full lips on mine.

Dove:

I have no idea if you wanted a kiss when you mentioned the mistletoe but I was taking the shot.

Your lips are the prettiest shade of pink when I reluctantly pull away from you. So, I found a color that only tells the truth of true beauty.That paints a picture of how I feel for you.

It was time that I let you know how I feel because this Christmas I’m gonna risk it all.

Eve:

This Christmas is better than I thought it would be because for once I’m not afraid to fall. I have nothing to lose, but I can gain you.

So I’m at your door with nothing more than words I’ve never said. I guess it’s more like I’m standing here freezing in all this white, hoping you’ll see me like you’ve never seen me yet. While you stand there looking stunning wrapped in red.

Dove:

I’ll never feel you if I can’t find the will to how I feel.

“If I don’t tell you now I know I never will, Eve you’re so beautiful.”

You blush and I hold my breath waiting for you to respond.

“This Christmas I’m gonna risk it all,” you whisper before you kiss me.

Butterflies fill my stomach.

“This Christmas I’m not afraid to fall,” I say out of breath.

Eve:

“Do you want to go get dinner when you're done with the festival?” I hold my breath hoping she says yes.

“Yes, I get done at eight and should have everything broken down by 8:30.”

“I’ll meet you in front of your shop.”

Walking away was one of the hardest things I have done this evening, but I only have to wait an hour before I see her again. I guess this Christmas is going to be the best one yet.

For the first time in a year I’m not afraid to fall because this year I am falling for you.