*Hey whassup people? Guess what? This little story here was not written by me. It was written by your favorite - Nick himself! Yes, Nick himself wrote this so go ahead and read it!*
It happened just the other evening as we made our way home from school through the sleet and snow. I was doing my usual trick of impersonating Mr. Wajeski, our geography teacher. Of course the gang were in stitches - I can impersonate most of the teachers in our grade - but the guys love it when I do Mr Wajeski, he's such a bumbling idiot and I've got him down to perfection. The way he stumbles around dropping books in the hall, how he stutters and screws up his eyes when he's trying to explain something. This time I'd been putting up posters for the Christmas dance, Jimmy had accidentally-on-purpose banged into him scattering his papers everywhere! We left the short-sighted buffoon on the floor scrambling to pick them up. "Sorry Sir!" laughed Jimmy as he ran off. It was cool, he never dared to shout at anyone, especially us.
But then it happened. I mean you hear those dumb soapy tales about how love hits you like a bolt from the blue. I never believed it until that moment but there she was, standing by the grocery store. Even though it was getting dark, her piercing green eyes sparkled and she looked just like an angel waiting to be placed on the top of the Christmas tree. Wow! Gorgeous long, blonde hair, beautifully shy, smiling mouth – but those eyes! I’d seen her from a distance at school but as usual I’d played it cool and had made no attempt to find out. So I broke away from the guys and made some excuse about needing to go into the store.
As I approached her, her eyes dropped. I heard a ‘tut!’ sound and there was Cherry standing protectively behind the counter, staring at her. The Cherry! The Cherry who’d been my 12th girlfriend this term, had been a token pretty girlfriend who I’d mess around with and then ditch when I got bored.
Darn, I’d forgotten about Cherry! She was chewing gum and, before I could even blink, she’d blown a bubble big enough to swallow me up and send me to the moon. As soon as it popped she sucked it back into her mouth with the speed of a bullet and blurted out, “Whaddya want?”
“Probably still bitter about our split,” I mused, “Six packets of Oreo biscuits and a tub of your finest Ben & Jerry’s ice cream if you please.” I don’t know why I said that, it just sorta came out but at least it took Cherry scuttling into the back of the store for a minute while I struck up the courage to speak to my angel.
“You’re new here, aren’t ya?” I blurted out.
“Yup,” she replied shyly.
“I’m Zac, what’s your name?”
She looked up smiling but just as she was about to reveal it all, Cherry stormed past her and threw my grocery bag under my nose and said, “That will be $8 exactly thank you!” I was fuming, Cherry had spoilt my moment of truth. As I delved around deep in my pocket, I realized that I’d spent all my money on soda pop in school. My anger quickly subsided into complete embarrassment and I called over to the guys to help me out.
“What are you buying ice cream in this weather for, Zac?” they challenged.
“Listen, who’s the leader of the gang? Just give me the money!” I stormed. I paid up and scurried off, not daring to look at the total confusion I’d left my angel in. How was I to ask her on a date while she was in Cherry’s viperous clutches? She’d probably poisoned her brain with horror stories of the trouble our gang has caused. All completely untrue of course.
I spent the whole Sunday evening dreaming of my angel and devising plans of how I’d ask her to the Christmas Dance. Why did I always have to act like the tough guy all the time? She was never going to trust me with my reputation! Outside I could hear carol singers from the tree, wrapping presents and fussing about the state of the Christmas cookies she’d baked for Aunty Maisie. What is it about moms and Christmas?
They flap around in such panic. I didn’t care if I ate another turkey or had another present, all I wanted for Christmas was my angel. The Christmas dance was two days away, I had to pluck up the courage to approach her.
Back at school everyone had gone crazy. Jimmy and the guys were running around like dumbos with mistletoes trying to kiss every girl in the hall.
“C’mon Zac, what’s the matter?” grumbled Jimmy, “you’re no fun anymore!”
“Get off my case will you?” I answered grumpily. I leaned back on my chair in the diner hall and dreamed of the day I’d be united with my angel.
Suddenly, a rude, shrill scream brought me back to my senses like a ton of weights being dropped off the Empire State Building. It was Cherry.
“Nooooo, I don’t want meatloaf, you silly woman, I’m a vegetarian and I asked for mushroom medley!”
The poor cook was so embarrassed and apologized profusely to Cherry.
“Oh don’t worry about it, I’d be better off picking my own mushrooms from outside.” she snapped. And with that she turned to her back and called her friend to follow her, “Come on Lucky, let’s go.”
Wow, I couldn’t believe my ears, I’d found out my angel’s name: it was Lucky. If only my Christmas wish would come true, that I’d be lucky too and be granted a date with my dream girl.
I spent the whole day repeating Lucky over and over to myself and devising a plan of how I’d ask her for a date. I’d decided that I’d catch her at the lockers at the end of the day and if she was still in Cherry’s clutches I’d have the guy cause a diversion while I dropped a note into her pocket. That damn perfect Cherry, why they make someone like her look after all the freshman is beyond me. The day dragged on so slowly it reminded me of what it was like waiting for Santa Claus to arrive when I was little-an eternity. Finally, 3:30 came around and the school bell chimed but it was immediately drowned out by everyone thundering down the corridor. Instead, I made my way slowly to the lockers, my heart pounding so hard that I thought if I opened my mouth to speak, it would pop out and dance down the corridor and out into the Christmassy night.
“Thank God,” I thought as I saw Lucky filling her bag with contents of her locker. I quickened my pace but before I arrived who should appear but Mr. Wajeski. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about but Mr. Wajeski seemed to have take a shine to her.
“Erm, um, erm, Lucky,” I whispered, “How would you like to…” But before I could blurt out, Cherry’s voice took over, holloring down the corridor as she marched towards us.
“Lucky! Lucky! Come over here, now!” she screamed.
“No Cherry, you go down the hall now!” yelled Mr. Wajeski, “There are freshmen waiting to be taken to the gym!” Wow! I’d never heard old Wajeski shout like that! I composed myself and turned out to Lucky.
“Lucky, um, would you go to the Christmas dance with me?” Lucky looked up and peered over my head in the direction of Mr. Wajeski. I turned around and I could have sworn I saw Mr. Wajeski, but I just dismissed it.
“Yes, I’d love to!” was the sweet answer that rolled off her tongue! And with that we made arrangements to meet the next night. I was in heaven. “Wait till I tell the guys,” I thought.
I spent hours and hours the next day pruning and preening myself, much to the amusement of my mom. I felt sorry for mom. Since dad died she’d been really lonely and Christmas wasn’t a time to be on your own. Still, she’d been visiting one of her friends a lot lately so perhaps she’d go over there tonight after she’d dropped me off at Lucky’s. I was so excited I could hardly hear myself. What would we talk about? Would we get on? Mom pulled out of the driveway and we set off our 10 minutes journey through the snow. Never before have I felt so much Christmas spirit and I had to stop myself from launching into a special rendition of Jingle Bells.
We reached Lucky’s house and I bounded up the path, careful not to slip the icy, crazy paving and pressed the bell. Lucky opened the door and my, did she look fantastic.
“Wow you look absolutely gorgeous,” I said unable to stop myself. Her green eyes were smiling as she yelled back into the warm glow of the house.
“See you later dad!” And with that she took my hand and led me down the path.
“Where’s your mom?” Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I said, already wanting to know everything about her.
“Oh that’s alright,’ she said sweetly, “Mom moved to England and I didn’t want to go so I came to live with dad.”
My heart nearly melted and I was lost for words so I slipped my arms around her shoulders and she snuggled up close as we made our way to the dance. I could already tell that I’d be having the best Christmas of my life.
*As they turned the corner, Zac’s mom Davina, checked her make up in the car mirror, climbed up and made her way up the path of Lucky’s house and rang the bell. Moments later, Mr. Wajeski opened the door and with a generous smile welcomed Davina in.
“Well, that’s all worked out rather well, hasn’t it, darlin’?” he exclaimed.
“Yes indeed it has Bob. Let’s just hope they’re happy for us as we are for them.”
And with that, Mr. Wajeski, Lucky’s dad, took Davina’s hand and led her to the door of the main room which hung over a huge branch of mistletoe. They both looked up an laughed.*