✔ Naughty But Nice! (Christmas Romance)✔

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine 

Mistletoe’s Point of View. 

Dad was really unhappy with me when we left the house and headed home. I knew I had disappointed him. I half expected him to say something while we were walking back home, but he didn’t. We stayed in silence the whole way back. 

I just went straight to my room when we got home and stayed out of the way. 

A few hours had passed and I heard mum and dad go to bed. I couldn’t sleep. I was so wide awake… and I couldn’t stop thinking about Nicky. He interested me. Everything about him interested me. 

Groaning, I got out of bed and walked over to sit in my window. When I struggled to sleep, I would come here and watch the world go by. It was relaxing, watching the snow fall, It was nice. I sighed and leaned my head against the wall, but then something caught my attention. 

Someone was out there, walking around. 

At this time of night?! 

Looking closer, I saw it was Nicky. I got up quickily and grabbed my jacket and hurried out of my room. Creeping down the stairs, careful not to wake my parents up, I grabbed my shoes and slipped them on before heading out the door. 

I stopped for a second and thought.. Why was I in such a hurry to go speak to him? 

I was about to turn around and head back inside when he called my name. I looked up and saw him stood on the path looking at me. I smiled and walked over to him. 

‘Hey, Nicky’. 

‘Hey... What are you doing out so late?’ He seemed confused. I kept opening and closing my mouth, Not sure what to say, I didn’t want to lie, but at the same time... I didn’t want to tell him the truth either. 

‘Just... I can’t sleep, that’s all’. It wasn’t a lie. Just not the full truth. 

‘Yeah, me either. I’ve been wandering around for hours, I can’t switch this thing off’. He pointed to his head and smiled sadly. 

‘Do you wanna talk about it?’ 

‘It's a bit too cold to be outside having a chat’. I looked back at my house quickily. 

‘I’d invite you in but..’ 

‘Borris isn’t my biggest fan, I can well imagine his reaction if he saw me’. I nodded, glad he understood, ‘Well, My place is just over there, want to come for a hot chocolate?’ I couldn’t help the smile that broke out across my face, I just hope it wasn’t so telling. 

‘Yeah, of course’. Placing a hand on my back, we headed towards his house. To be honest, I was glad to be getting out of the cold! 

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‘Here you go’. Nick passed me over my drink. I instantly took a big sip and let out a long, happy moan. He had made me a hot chocolate, but it was the perfect temperature, Topped with marshmallows and whip cream. Perfect. 

‘Thank you so much. It’s so good’. He just laughed sweetly and sat down next to me. The fight was lit, and even though the room was quiet because neither of us knew what to say, The crunch of the flames made it seem... Warm and cosy and not at all awkward. ‘So... Do you want to talk about how you’re feeling? 

With how Santa’s illness is affecting everyone, I can well imagine it's taking a toll on his son. He looked away from me and stared down at his drink. 

‘You don’t have to tell me, but please know that you can talk to me if you need to’. 

‘Thank you Misletoe’. I grinned. 

‘Call me Missy’. I corrected him. I was only Mistletoe to my parents. I much prefered Missy, it seemed more like a ‘’normal’’ name. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but sometimes.. I wished I was normal. 

‘You must love Christmas’. He mumbled before taking a sip of his drinks. It seemed almost like a backhanded compliment, which.. Confused me. 

‘Yes, I do. It's literally my whole life’. 

‘Don’t you ever get sick and tired of it?’ I shrugged. 

‘Sometimes.. Maybe.. But, my whole life is Christmas’. He took another sip of his drink, and so did I. ‘It's magical and special, and just an amazing thing to be apart of!’. I looked up and caught him rolling his eyes at me. ‘You don’t agree?’ 

‘No. Not at all and to be honest, sounds like you need to grow up a little’. I gasped at his words, offended he would be so rude. ‘Try growing up with a dad who is Santa Claus, constantly neglecting you, putting everything else before you, Never feeling like your good enough. Tell me how amazing Christmas is then.’ 

Clearly the conversation had his a nerve, but I didn’t deserve for him to take it out on me like this. 

‘I apologise, I think I should leave’. He never answered me, he just remained, sat in silence. Picking my jacket back up, I put it on and left...