50 Ways To Spend Your Christmas, Stuck With an Annoyingly Hot Emo Delinquent [08]

There was only one mall in town that I knew that opened this late at night. It was still relatively new and it wasn't as crowded as the other popular malls around here. But when Tyler drove to the underground parking, we had to go 4 floors below to get a parking space.

For some reason, tonight was really crowded.

Tyler, on the other hand, had a blast speeding around the car park. When I got out of the car, my legs were shaky and weak. I had to cling onto the car door to prevent myself from falling. Nathan stopped and looked back.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Oh my god. I didn't know how anyone could stand up after a ride from hell. "Just...a minute," I stammered. Impatiently, he walked back to me and dragged me behind him.

Imagine a rag doll.

Yeeaah, that was basically how I was.

"Would you stop joking around?" he said, sighing. Ugh, since when did I even begin to joke around?!

Tyler looked as if he was a 5-year-old who finally found candy. But Nathan looked as if he was a dangerous 10-year-old who wanted to attack the elevator because it was going too damn slow.

The door finally pings open and we walked in. "I think I'm going to take the cab home," I said, shooting Tyler a look. A small smile made its' way to his lips. "I'll make sure to tie you up and gag you then. I'm sure Nathan would like that."

"What the fuck do I have anything to do with it?"

An elderly couple shot us a dirty look and I blushed as I mouthed an apology to them. But Tyler continued on. "No...no I suppose you're right. She's not tied to the bed."

"Shut up!" I hissed, hitting his shoulder. But like Nathan, it brought no effect whatsoever. He glared. "Shut the fuck up," he said. "Stop making bullshit stories about me. If it's anyone who likes to abuse their girls so much it's you."

I think the elderly couple were having heart attacks.

"Right. I know you're a nice guy and all, Nathan," Tyler said, rolling his eyes ever so slightly. "But I know you were screwing Selena to death the night of my birthday."

"Tyler. That was you."

I was going to check if the elderly couple were fine, but they looked at me as if my eyeball grew another eyeball on it.

PING!

I forcefully drag the two bickering boys outside. The ground floor area was huge. It was already decorated with 5 ridiculously huge and tall Christmas trees. The fully decorated Christmas trees were at least 20ft high or something.

The ball ornaments were twice the size of a soccer ball. If the bright star on top would fall off, it would probably squash you to death.

Paranoia aside, it was a beautiful sight to see.

So this is what it feels like to be an ant.

"A Christmas ball?" I said, pointing to the golden, swirly letters spray-painted neatly on a red canvas. Nathan opened his mouth to answer but stopped when he looked at me. "What?" I asked, pouting. His eyebrows furrowed.

"You look happy."

"I do?"

"Yeah, you're beaming like a kid on a sugar rush."

I turned away and shrugged. "I guess I just love Christmas."

That was right, I thought. I adored Christmas. All those presents and spending my time with my family. I guess that was why I didn't like the idea of having someone whom I've barely known yet spending it with us.

Plus, that someone was an emo delinquent. So clearly something was seriously screwed up there.

"What are we doing here?" I asked for the umpteenth time that night. Nathan was getting annoyed by it. "Look, I've told you!" he scolded, turning a few heads around to us. "I just wanted to get out okay? What's wrong in that?"

"We escaped. From my parents house!" I snapped back. "Of course there are plenty of things wrong with that!"

"Yeah okay. What's the worst that could happen? Sent and trapped in a center made especially for screw ups? Oh yeah, I escaped from a couple's home today. I'm expecting a death sentence," he said sarcastically.

"Now, now, you two--"

"Shut up," the both of us snapped in unison towards Tyler.

"You don't get it," I said.

"Absolutely! I don't get any single one of it. I don't get why you won't have a little fun in life and expect to live your youth away quoting Shakespeare and...and do...trignometry or something."

"Better safe than sorry," I reminded him. He rolled his eyes. Seriously, if he rolled it one more time I think I was going to go nuts. "What fun is that?" he said. "I'm going to go to the second floor...I saw a Häagen-Dazs stall--"

"We're coming," Nathan interrupted him rudely.

"I already had chocolate cheesecake a bit earlier today," I said, keeping a long face. "I have to watch my diet."

"You're not even fat!" Nathan argued as he, once again, took me by my wrist and lead me towards the long stretch of escalators. I was grateful that he didn't drag me this time. His warm fingers brushed against my palm.

For some reason, I didn't want to move it away. Neither did he. But a line must be drawn somewhere, and eventually realizing what we were doing, we both let go at the same time.

"I'm just going to order a mocha latte or something, and then we'll go?"

"My brother just got a raise," Tyler said. "He's a police officer."

Ironically.

"Which explains why I never get caught. I do small, little crimes. Nothing to brag about," he said. "Gave me more allowance though, which means I could stuff down the entire menu down your throat!"

His facial expression turned serious as he turned around. "Nate's right. There's no fun in playing it safe-- ARGH!"

Since his body was facing us, he didn't see the end of the escalator mark and stumbled backwards. And since he was blocking the way...guess what happened next?

Nathan tried to jump over him but somehow stumbled down on top of him. His hand shot out trying to grab something to keep him from falling. The closest thing was my scarf and I tumbled down along with them.

And someone from behind me suddenly fell near me as his partner tumbled forward too, grabbing on my shoe.

"Shit! Get off of me!" Tyler yelled in agony. "Charlotte!" Nathan scolded, trying to get me off of him but failing miserably.

I heard a soft thud behind us. Another one must've fell.

"I'm trying!" I said, but the fast escalator was dragging us upward and every time I tried to get up, I lost my footing. A woman tried to jump over us but failed, falling on her back with a loud, girly scream.

"Stop the escalator!" someone yelled.

"Ow you're kneeing my crotch!" a guy from behind us yell. "Go back! Go back! There's a pile-up up front!" a person announced. With one last effort I tried to get back up.

YES!

Ow.

I scraped my leg and elbow.

I took a few step backwards, screaming "GET UP!" to the people in front of me who fell. They quickly tried to get on their feet. A desperate Tyler crawled to the floor inches away from him. And Nathan leap right next to him.

I pushed them aside and stumbled on the marble flooring, my sneakers making a loud screech on it.

And then everyone was saved.

"Never, ever do that again," Nathan said, hitting the back of Tyler's head.

"I definitely need a Häagen-Dazs now," he replied, looking as if he had a headache.

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Author's Note:

I made a new blog that's entirely for my stories (not in Quizilla). The ISTDT and everything. Heck, there would probably even be another sequel for the bad boy story there. Who knows? It's a bit rough, but if you're curious enough you can find all of them here -> http://quixotic-typewriter.blogspot.com/

Planning for it to be a site to host creative, original and fantastic stories that aren't on the MP list, but deserve to be there anyway. Just a plan though.

Hope you've enjoyed this one ;D