Chapter Four
Christmas Eve was torture trying to sleep. Two weeks had flew by quicker than ever; finally, I’m back in my own bed. I opened my eyes to see if I had made it through the night... 6:00am the clock read. That was surely enough sleep for me! Surely, I was aware of being a dork, but in my own apartment I’m entitled to do whatever I want! I rushed outside to open the gifts I received from all my friends on tour. Our last day together everyone exchanged gifts and I was shocked when Howie gave me nothing in return for the present I gave him. I’m over it now though and eager to open my gifts. Skipping down the hall in the-purple-Christmas-pajamas-decorated-with-teddy-bears, which I wore, my heart stopped in its tracks. Sitting underneath my Christmas tree with a big red bow on its head reading From Santa, To Michelle and dressed in pajamas which reminded me of wrapping paper was Howie! Not in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined this. He abruptly stood and approached me. Holding mistletoe over my head he kissed me, passionately yet tenderly. Right then in that very moment I knew that Santa had heard my requests for my only wish this year.
The End