[04] Spending Another Christmas with the Hot Emo Delinquent?

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"Euuuugh," Scott groans when I struts out of my small bathroom. "Eugh" is basically his polite respond if he doesn't like what I put on (and he expresses that at least half a dozen times already). His rude respond would be something like "what on earth were you thinking, buying that piece of shit? It looks like someone ate it and vomit it back out."

"Scott I'm so exhausted right now," I say, taking off the bright yellow jacket. "And I love that jacket."

"Me too darling but your top is ghastly."

"It's just a dinner with Keira," I mutters, crawling under the covers and he drags me by my ankle. He's quite strong, in one way or another. Or is it that I lost weight?

The last thought made me almost gleeful.

"We haven't seen her for weeks. Ever since she got back from California all she does is sleeps around!" he says, nudging the carrier bag with his toe. "In her defence, you're too busy with photoshoots and what-not too."

"Yeah, and I have something to make it up to you two, duh," he rolls his eyes, taking out a long but small box from the bag. It has his trendy, almost vintage silver initials design on top of the box. I must admit though, Scott is really a great designer.

So whenever he brings something for us, it's as if a father bringing back "souvenirs" from a chocolate factory that's as perfect and awesome like Willy Wonka's. I take off the lid of the box and unwrap the white papers.

Sitting neatly on the papers were a beautiful red scarf with subtle black and white beadings around the ends. I throw my arms around him and kisses his cheeks. "Aww, thank you!"

"Now go get change because you look like crap."

Always the loving person, Scott.

"How do you reckon she will look like?" Scott asks when I pull over at a parking space. I love this restaurant. The owner built a small lake beside it so people who books a place at the patio would enjoy the night. Situating just outside of town, it's quite far but the food is worth it.

Keira fell in love with this place as soon as she stepped foot in it.

But when we walk towards the wooden patio that's brightly-lit with beautiful fairy lights and candles, I see Keira's not alone. She's laughing and talking to a man in a gorgeous, expensive-looking suit. He looks as if he hopped into his car right after work and drive here.

Probably by Keira's demands. She's pretty demanding nowdays.

"Mmm, Moët," Scott sighs approvingly. "Let's head over and get pissed for the night."

I laugh, giving a small wave to Keira who realizes us as we are walking closer...and as Scott's tummy growls loudly. "I haven't had lunch okay?" he snaps when I chuckle. "Oh please I barely had any lunch too."

"Barely," he scoffs.

"Will you two shut it? There are other patrons here for god's sake," Keira hisses when I pull out a chair next to her.

"So? They are noisy too!" says Scott, a little bit louder than usual.

"Stop acting like a kid," I laugh, looking towards the stressed man accompanying Keira for the evening. Now on closer inspection, he actually looks like he's been through a lot. His hair is really messy, one of his cufflinks is missing and his blue eyes looks as if they aren't focusing muc--

My blood turns cold and I look at Keira and she winks. "Forgive him, he just got off a non-stop flight with me."

But Keira looks almost perfect. "Busy, busy man huh Nathan?"

At the mention of his name, he jumps a little bit, getting out of his trance and blinks a couple of time. "Er, yeah?"

That's when he sees me.

"Scott, let's go see the desert table."

"But I haven't even got to drink--"

"Oh Scott," Keira laughs...unnaturally. And then she got up, giving Scott one of her 'obey-me' looks that actually made a passenger cried once because of being rude and not co-operating with the airline crew and the rest of the passengers.

Reluctantly, he got up and follows Keira.

"You guys still act like you're 16 years of age, it's amazing," Nathan says, bringing me back to reality as my heart pumps out blood throughout my veins faster. And if I don't know any better, I swear I could see a flicker of nervousness passing through his eyes.

"Nate," I said and a familiar shiver tingle down my spine. "What are you doing here?"

"Work," he replies, suddenly sounding wary. "It's been...kind of hectic recently."

And this an amused smile touches his lips. "You wouldn't want to know what my associate have made me go through."

He looks different. He's the same man I saw hopping into that car the other day, but he looks so exhausted right now. Even though Nathan grew up to be a well-groomed, matured, handsome-looking man, he's still the same "emo delinquent" I knew back then.

Who taught me how, sometimes, life shouldn't be restricted by rules. He's the one who taught me how to enjoy my life to the fullest. The troubled emo kid. What do you know huh? But his eyes never did change. It portrays exhaustion now but they are still the brilliant blues.

"You look great," I blurt out before I can stop myself. Great, he's probably thinking about how big of mistake he did when he's in his teenager, falling in love with me and everything. I sound like a moron.

He smiles boyishly. "I look like I've been through hell, Charlotte."

And there it is again. Goosebumps and a shiver down my spine. "And don't you lie to me. I haven't got any sleep for two days and all I want to do is go back to the hotel and sleep for hours and hours. Apparently Keira is...very..."

"Yeah I know," I reply instantly and we both laughs.

"Though I must admit, her...er...'encouragement' alone wasn't the thing that brought me here."

My heart skipped a beat. Surely not? Oh shut up Charlotte you're being hopeful. "And I see no ring on your finger," he says, smirking and I blush. Dammit, I feel like a sixteen-year-old again. "I'm not currently involved with anyone," I mutters, looking towards him. "We've changed, Nate."

"Did we?"

Well...

"Can't we give this...can't we give us a chance anymore Charlotte?" he mutters, running his fingers through his hair. "Because believe me, you're actually hard to forget about. Which is weird since you're the most uptight girl I've ever met."

I kick his shin under the table.

"I haven't finished yet," he groans. "You've changed. You look beautiful, Charlotte. And a job at a fashion magazine to top it all off," he says, grinning and I laugh. "Yes, me? Fashion? I know."

He stands up and walks over to me, extending his arm. "Let's just try, shall we?" he says, sounding nervous. I take his hand and he pulls me up. "Oh? Did I make Nathan Bradley nervous?"

He grimaces jokingly as he wraps his arms around my waist slowly.

Now I'm nervous. "Fine," I say, giving him a small smile. "Let's try."

His finger traces the skin on the side of my face, moving to my lips. I close my eyes and then I feel his lips touches mine. At that point, I don't really care if we're in the middle of a restaurant. All I care is Nathan is here again.

He's fine. He's okay.

I kiss him back lovingly.

Looks like somebody is back. And god willing, this somebody might even spend another Christmas with me.