December 30th.
Amelia's POV
In my sexy skimpy nightie and a goofy smirk on my face, I stare at my laptop’s screen, as I engage my Mexican boyfriend, Gabriel, on a video call.
He isn’t as enthusiastic as I am, but as they say, love is a blind pill, one I’m overdosing on.
He’s 19 years old, like me, tall and cute. We’re both in our final year in Alabama College, Texas.
“How’s the holiday over there?” His concerned voice booms through the speaker of my laptop.
I pout. To be honest, it isn’t fine, and the last person I would want to pretend to is Gabriel.
“It’s not okay.” I mimic a sob. “Truly, I wish you were here with me; it would make it a whole lot better.” I bring my wrist to my nose and sniff dryly as if to relive the smell of his cologne.
“You could have taken my advice and tra
