*Christmas-flavored short fiction*
This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses .
This week’s prompt was “Ornament“.
This piece is a follow-up to “Tuskeegee Chunk”. Feel free to read it first before continuing.
“I have to kiss you.”
While the world outside was rushing around at a frenzied pace with last minute holiday shopping, there we stood in my doorway after an afternoon of shopping for his sister’s Christmas gift. As a collector of intricately designed Christmas ornaments myself, I had helped Jake pick out just the right one for his sister’s collection.
Jake pointed up to the fake mistletoe my best friend had hung above my doorway that now teased us from above. He grinned as his eyes followed mine to the shiny plastic green and red decoration.
“We really don’t have a choice Kris… we shouldn’t break a longstanding tradition, right?”
Could one little kiss complicate our friendship?
Before I could say anything, Jake gently slid his hand behind my neck to pull me in closer to him. Unsure of what to do, I stood still like a statue as he tilted his lips down towards mine. Just as our noses brushed against each other, Jake stopped and searched my eyes to see if I would pull away.
One little kiss won’t complicate things.
I raised my chin and we kissed so softly that his lips were like feathers against mine. With each recurring touch our lips, Jake deepened his kisses. And I returned each one just as deeply, wanting to savor this first and likely last lapse in our judgement.
I had entertained the thought of this more than once since we had become friends in that hospital waiting room but the intensity of our kiss surprised me.
Who knew that dealing with cancer would be full of bittersweet surprises…
“Well, for something that’s fake, it’s some powerful mistletoe,” I joked, trying to recompose myself after we finally broke free. “It’s a good thing it’s not real.”
Jake exhaled deeply, smiled and leaned his forehead down against mine.
“That kiss was real…I don’t think that I can be friends with you anymore.” His voice was a husky whisper his eyes were still closed.
“You heard me…I want more than being friends with you Kris.”
I backed away and searched his thoughts.
“You mean…because life is short and we don’t know what tomorrow will bring?”
Jake’s eyes lit up.
I pulled Jake away from the door and further into the foyer so that I could shut the door.
“Jake, that’s the cancer talking. Your fear of dying, wanting to throw caution to the wind and doing all the things you’ve wanted to do like the motorcycle you bought… I’ve been through it so I know what you’re feeling. But being more than friends at this point in time wouldn’t be wise for either of us.”
Awkwardness filled the space between us and Jake turned beet red.
“But Kris…I’m better and soon, you will be too…”
I grabbed his hand softly and pulled him towards the livingroom with me.
“Please don’t…Jake. I don’t want to feel sad. Let’s just chill and watch some Christmas movies, okay?”
After what had happened, sappy movies on the Lifetime Channel was definitely out of the question. Without another word, I turned on the television and found “Die Hard” was on for the upteenth time.
As we settled onto the couch with his arm warmly draped over my shoulder and my head resting on his, it was harder than I thought to pretend like the past few minutes had never happened.
One little kiss has complicated everything…
Being more than friends definitely wouldn’t be wise, especially knowing what I hadn’t told him yet.
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