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twenty four-all i want for christmas is you

"i don't want a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need. i don't care about the presents underneath the christmas tree i just want you for my own more than you could ever know
make my wish come true. all I want for christmas is you."
~Mariah Carey

Twenty Four- All I want for Christmas is You

It was the 24th and Christmas was just a single sleep away. I remember when I was young, really young, there would be this undeniable spark of excitement bubbling inside of me when it hit the month of December. But as I grew older, the excitement faded and I spent the past two Christmas Eve's getting shit faced and abosolutely wasted. It wasn't even a festive themed party. It was just a trashy party with loud music, booze and perverts.

What Georgia and the others always, always forgot was that Christmas Eve, the 24th of December, was also my birthday. They knew of course and wished me a mumbled happy birthday before going off with guys and drinking too much. My mum wasn't home, dad was miles away and didn't even bother to call. I had nothing else to do but drink, drink, drink. 

I spent the next morning hungover and sick. The house felt so empty and quiet. It was like no one cared about me. No one cared that it was the day I was born. So if no one cared that I was alive, why not just die?

Yeah my birthdays were pretty depressing. And Christmas wasn't even on my mind. So long story short, I wasn't the festive type and would rather shove a fork in my eye than celebrate Christmas and my birthday. Not that my friends would ever listen to me.

"I don't understand why the hell you don't want to have a party!" Lauren exclaimed, looking at me with absolute disbelief written on her face. The others masked her expression. They had come over to bug me about having a party. I had shut them down every time they brought it up for a whole week and come the 24th they're still trying.

I shrugged, "It's not really important so." I told them vaguely. 

Hunter eyed Tom suspiciously, "I think you broke her." He said with a smirk etching it's way onto her.

"No, no. I broke up with her". Tom corrected in a joking manner. After the recent disastrous date of ours, I broke up with Tom. It was all a bit messy but he was understanding and so sweet about it. When I asked what we were going to tell the others, he thought that making it so that we both talked about it and agreed that we were better off as friends so Lola wouldn't blow a fuse like last time and become an overprotective mother. But now it had become a joke of theirs to say that he broke up with me. Oh if they only knew the whole story.

"God, guys are so insensitive." Lola rolled her eyes. She looked at me worriedly. "You're okay about the... break up right?"

I let out a small laugh, "Yeah, I'm fine."

Hunter leaned forward a bit so his face was closer to mine letting him peer into my face, "So why don't you want to celebrate your birthday?" He asked me seriously. "It's your 18th for god's sake Katie."

I bit my lip considering whether or not this was a good time to explain my depressing past with birthdays. They were all looking at me expectantly now making me nervous and uncomfortable.

"Look, my family never made a big deal of birthdays okay?" I said as I got up off my feet to get a drink from the kitchen. I was far from thirsty of course. I just needed to get away from those questioning looks.

I opened the fridge door to grab a Sprite and when I shut it, there was someone standing there. I let out a small scream and jumped back.

"Jesus Hunter, this isn't a horror movie!" I exclaim as I clutch my drink to my chest, my heart beating unnaturally fast. He burst out into laughter at my reaction. I stopped my glaring to look at his eyes cringing at the corners and his lips curving up into a grin as he laughed. He was good looking even with a scowl but God, he looked gorgeous when he was happy.