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spongetastic) wrote2009-12-21 03:04 pm
spongetastic) wrote2009-12-21 03:04 pm
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Etc: Christmas present
It was his very first Christmas with his very first girlfriend. Needless to say, Peter was nervous. He wanted everything to be perfect-- or as close to perfect as he could possibly expect knowing his family. All the teenager could really do was make it the best Christmas he could and hope Amara liked it.
Starting with this present.
“Peter!” The girl’s eyes lit up seeing him at her door. Of course she knew he was coming over but it was still nice seeing how happy his presence made her.
“Hi,” Peter greeted her. He swallowed, and brought out the bouquet of daffodils he had hiding behind his back. “I got these for you,” he told her. “I hope you like them.”
“They’re beautiful!” Amara cried in delight. She took the bouquet from him, burying her nose in the flowers. Peter gave Amara a daffodil on their first date so it was only appropriate to give her more now.
He waited for Amara to put her flowers in water, rocking back and forth on his heels. She was back in moments and then they were out the door to spend Christmas together. Peter started with a carriage ride around the city. He always thought those were kind of lame but definitely not anymore. Having Amara snuggled up against him as they rode through the Christmas lights decorating all the stores was actually pretty cool.
After that they went to lunch at a café where they sit and chatted, letting their hands drop below the table to play with each other’s fingers. Later they walked down the street listening to the carolers. They passed by a Salvation Army bell-ringer and Peter dropped in a dollar.
All very simple. Peter didn’t need much for Christmas, honestly, and anyway just being with Amara was a gift to him. He would have to spend the evening with his family but when he and Amara parted ways, they promised it wouldn’t be for long.
Later that night Peter was back at Amara’s door. He had a small bag in his hand that got a curious glance from his girlfriend.
“Another gift?” she wondered.
“Sort of.” Peter flushed in embarrassment as he got out a ribbon from the bag and tied it around his own neck. “I’m your gift,” he told her, swallowing hard.
Amara’s eyes went wide. Her face flushed a dark red as well. Quietly she took the boy’s hand and guided her inside, shutting the door behind them.
Starting with this present.
“Peter!” The girl’s eyes lit up seeing him at her door. Of course she knew he was coming over but it was still nice seeing how happy his presence made her.
“Hi,” Peter greeted her. He swallowed, and brought out the bouquet of daffodils he had hiding behind his back. “I got these for you,” he told her. “I hope you like them.”
“They’re beautiful!” Amara cried in delight. She took the bouquet from him, burying her nose in the flowers. Peter gave Amara a daffodil on their first date so it was only appropriate to give her more now.
He waited for Amara to put her flowers in water, rocking back and forth on his heels. She was back in moments and then they were out the door to spend Christmas together. Peter started with a carriage ride around the city. He always thought those were kind of lame but definitely not anymore. Having Amara snuggled up against him as they rode through the Christmas lights decorating all the stores was actually pretty cool.
After that they went to lunch at a café where they sit and chatted, letting their hands drop below the table to play with each other’s fingers. Later they walked down the street listening to the carolers. They passed by a Salvation Army bell-ringer and Peter dropped in a dollar.
All very simple. Peter didn’t need much for Christmas, honestly, and anyway just being with Amara was a gift to him. He would have to spend the evening with his family but when he and Amara parted ways, they promised it wouldn’t be for long.
Later that night Peter was back at Amara’s door. He had a small bag in his hand that got a curious glance from his girlfriend.
“Another gift?” she wondered.
“Sort of.” Peter flushed in embarrassment as he got out a ribbon from the bag and tied it around his own neck. “I’m your gift,” he told her, swallowing hard.
Amara’s eyes went wide. Her face flushed a dark red as well. Quietly she took the boy’s hand and guided her inside, shutting the door behind them.