The Boy Next Door

"Get Ready For Hell."

Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Fa la la la la la la la la.Tis' the season to be jolly. Fa la la la la la la la la. The Christmas carolers sang at the door. Aunt Kelly, Uncle Joey and I all huddled up listening to them sing. November had scurried by and there was already snow beginning to fall on the ground. It was beautiful. December was most defenaitly my favorite season.

"That was just beautiful," Aunt Kelly says happliy, closing the door when the Christmas carolers had finished their performance. We all had decided it was time to start decorating the house for the jolliest season of the year; Christmas. Aunt Kelly has always loved Christmas, so when it came around, she would decorate the house as extraxgent as possible, and I loved it. After finishing the house decorations, I was getting ready to apply the star to the top of the tree.

"Be careful Brooklynn!" Uncle Joey panicked, holding me up to place the star on top of the tree. I felt like a kid again, it was amazing.

"Uncle Joey, stop being so paranoid, I got it," I giggle. Uncle Joey placed me back on the flat surface, wrapping his arm around aunt Kelly and I's shoulder.

"Well won't you look at that," Uncle Joey smiled. I could only smile in return.

"I know, it's beautiful," Aunt Kelly responded, flashing her all too familiar smile.

"Yea, It's so lovely! Mom, dad and I used to decorate the house evey year. Never this much, but it was fun," I giggle. It felt like we were beginning to get closer and closer. Sad thing is, I feel closer to my Aunt and Uncle more than my parents. We actually spend a lot of time together, unlike my parents. Closing my eyes, I'm reminded of the times dad, mom, and I used to spend it together.

"Brooklynn, get in here! We need to make some cookies for Santa. We all know how much he loves cookies," my mom shouted from the kitchen. Daddy and I were in the family room watching my favorite Christmas movie. The Polar Express of course.

"Mom, you, dad, and I all know that you and dad are "Santa"," I giggled, pausing the movie and walking into the kitchen with mom. Dad followed behind me.

"Brooklynn Thomson, how dare you say such a thing? Santa Clause is very much alive, and you know that," daddly laughed, placing the cookie doe on the pan.

"Mom, remember that timeI walked in on you and daddy putting the gifts underneath the Christmas tree? Yeah, in that moment, I realized "Santa Clause" did not exsit!" I shouted, joking of course. "So daddy, you can make your own cookies." I smile, patting him on the back before going back into the family room to finish my movie.

Opening my eyes, I looked around at my surroundings and notice my aunt and uncle were no where in sight. I locked my eyes back on the tree and smiled one last time before heading up to my bedroom. Plopping down on my bed, twitling my thumbs in hopes a thought of what to do would find it's way in my head.

"What to do, what to do," I murmrmed, waiting for an idea to come to me. I lifted my phone off my night stand to text Claire. Claire and I had somehow developed a weird insanely close friendship. We seemed to connect more than Sasha, Kim and I did. Claire and I hung out so much, we always seemed to be with eachother and when we weren't hanging out, I was so bored. She's is honestly so amazing, and I loved her more than I've ever loved a friend before. She's my rock. Pushing my thoughts from my mind, I unlock my phone to text Claire, noticing a new message from the HottieNextDoor.I looked at the message debating weather I should open it or not, until my finger slipped and pressed the message. Fuck. Rolling my eyes in aggervation, I read the message.

HottieNextDoor: I've missed you Brooke, a lot.

Looking at the message, before deleting it. I didn't want to talk to him anyways. Every since Justin's first day at school, he's been a jerk to me. So him and I rarely talk. If we do end up talking, it's beacuse It's for school, or because aunt Kelly wants me to take something over to Pattie. Erasing the thought of Justin from my head, I text Claire to ask her if she wanted to come and hang out. It didn't take her long to reply with yes.