If Santa had a Son

Chapter 9 - Don't Kiss and Tell

Chapter 9

Don't Kiss and Tell

Spending less than twenty-four hours in a house with your little sister and your crush can feel like an eternity. In my case, it felt like an eternity and a day. When Kayla finally woke up at eleven, she threw a fit about being stuck. Right after I calmed her down she started to have a heart attack because she thought we wouldn't be home for Christmas.

Now being the honest, loving big sister that I am, I promised her we would make it out before Christmas morning. Of course, I knew that was a promise I may or may not have been able to keep, but at least it shut her up.

We all ate tuna salad sandwiches for lunch, which was Kayla's choice, with hot chocolate. After that, we spent the day watching Christmas movies and playing Uno. Not the most fun way to spend the day, especially when Anthony and Kayla decided to gang up on me. When we were making cookies they decided it would be better to pelt me with dough instead of putting them on a tray. Needless to say, we had to make more dough and I had to take a shower.

Kayla finally fell asleep around eight, but I couldn't find Anthony. Curious, I went exploring around the house. I guess I got lucky because the first door I opened revealed a bedroom which Anthony was pacing around in. He had a phone held up to his ear and a hand grasping his brown hair. He looked distressed, mad, or a little worried. Maybe it was a mixture of both.

"Please, dad." I froze and closed the door silently, careful not to be heard. He was talking to his dad? "Oh come on, it can be my Christmas present!" For some reason my heart was racing, maybe it was because I knew I was spying and it was wrong. "You know why! I'm not that skilled yet." I could hear a muffled voice from the other line, but I couldn't tell what they were saying. They sounded calm and happy, almost like they were laughing, "Just please." He sighed and then hung up the phone.

"Hey," I said, walking into the room. He was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Anything wrong?"

"Everythings fine, Bree. Is Kayla asleep?"

"Yup." I said, popping the 'P.' I sat down next to him Indian style, placing my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. He rolled on his side and looked at me, so I stared back. His green eyes were so captivating I couldn't look away and got lost in them easily. I probably had the weirdest look on my face and was totally zonked out. I jumped about a mile in the air when Anthony cleared his throat, smirking at me.

"I said, let's play twenty questions."

"Again? Haven't we played this game before?" I groaned, falling on my back. He laughed, poking me in the ribs.

"Fine then, truth or dare. You go first."

"Fine. Anthony, truth or dare?"

"Truth." He said, sitting up so he was leaning against the headboard.

"What's your best friends name?"

"I don't have any friends, other than you, so I guess her names, Bree."

"Seriously?" I asked, sitting up. He nodded. Well, the stranger had no friends. That's not suspicious at all.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I said confidently. I always chose dare.

"Chug a can of Coke in less than a minute."

"Easy," I stated, already running to the kitchen. I grabbed two cans of coke and ran back to the bedroom, throwing one can at Anthony. "Ready?" I asked.

"Go!" He held his phone in his hands, looking down at the timer. I hurriedly opened the can and held it to my lips, letting the liquid slide down my throat. When nothing else came out of the can I put it down, coughing. "Fifty seconds, impressive. For a girl."

"Whatever." I croaked in between coughs, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Are you always going to choose truth?!"

"Yup." He popped the 'p' to mock me. I rolled my eyes and slapped his chest, laughing. Was he trying to get on my nerves?

"Fine..." We kept playing for hours, me choosing dare each time and him choosing truth. It was actually very infuriating that I couldn't dare him to do anything. Around midnight I started to run out of truth questions, except for more personal ones, which there was no point in asking. Whenever I asked things like, where he lived or why he didn't have any friends, he just gave vague answers. Like, far away and he doesn't like people.

"Truth or dare?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Do you really need to ask? It's been the same answer for the past four hours."

"Gosh Bree, I'm running out of dares!" He pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.

"It can be anything." I laughed, poking his stuck out lip.

"Anything?" He c****d an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah...." I trailed off, partly scared. The glint in his eye scared me, and I was known to do any dare.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, once I'm dared I can't back out." Half of me was kicking myself for saying that, but the other was way too curious about what he had in mind.

"Then kiss me." He smirked, scooting a little closer.

"Wh..Wh..What?" I stuttered, my heart rate speeding up. Had I heard him right?

"Kiss. Me." He whispered, hooking a finger under my chin. I gulped and leaned forward onto my knees, placing my hands on with sides of his hips. I looked at his eyes for a split second before closing mine, leaning forward. My whole body was shaking in anticipation. I had never kissed anyone, ever. Yes I know it's weird, a sixteen-year-old who hadn't kissed anyone, but I was never into guys. Well, that is before Anthony.

I was scared, and I had no clue what to do. I took a deep breath to soothe my nerves, it couldn't be much different than in the movies, right? My lips barely brushed his, and only for a few seconds before I pulled away. They felt like they were on fire, my whole body was tingling. I slowly opened my eyes, to see him staring at me.

His eyes darted down to my lips and back up to my eyes, so I did the same. What was going on with me? I wanted to kiss him again, more than anything. Apparently, he wanted to kiss me too, because before I could blink his lips were back on mine. I responded immediately, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His lips were so soft and fit with mine perfectly. I could feel my heart beating like crazy, so fast I thought I would explode.

He wrapped one arm around my waist and put one hand under my thigh, lifting me till I was straddling him. I gripped my fingers in his hair, pulling slightly. He licked my bottom lip, and I gasped in confusion. He slipped his tongue in before I could react, scaring me further. My second kiss and we were French kissing? Wasn't that a little fast?

I pulled away for air, gasping for breath. I was so happy I could explode, but I was way too out of breath to smile. He looked at me, his eyes widening. The look on his face scared me. Oh my God, he regretted it! I shouldn't of even done the stupid dare! It was all my fault!

"I..I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He said, slipping me off his lap and standing. "Um...You can sleep in here tonight.." And then he left, closing the door behind him. I was speechless. My first kiss and he regretted it. Was I really that bad of a kisser? Or was it a dare that just went too far?

I curled up under the covers, burring my head in the pillow. It smelt like Anthony, which calmed my racing nerves a little. I sobbed into the sheets, wondering just what I had gotten myself into.