Love's In Our Hearts On Christmas Day
SS by Jaymie

I looked out my window, cupping my palm under my jaw and leaning on it. Snow was gently falling from the sky, swirling in clusters of white, and then hitting the ground, covering the older layer of snow. Christmas Eve. It’s everyone’s favorite time of the year. It used to be my favorite. But then we broke up and things haven’t been the same.

Sure, to the media we’ve been portrayed as friends and we’ve talked on the phone maybe once or twice, but that’s it. And even then, it’s always been awkward. Long pauses in between, lots of stuttering, it’s almost better not to talk to each other. So here I am, all alone at my house. Britney Spears is all alone with no boyfriend on Christmas! That’s right… tell the whole world. I don’t care!

Kevin and I just didn’t feel right and now I have this stupid dice on my wrist. I think all that I saw in Kevin was a little bit of Justin. I admit it. I see someone with a little bit of Justin and I think that maybe, just maybe, it’ll be almost like old times… but it never is.

So here I am. I don’t know what to do. Listen to the radio and let it croon out Christmas love song after love song and have that remind me of Justin, or to sit here and let myself think about Justin. Either way, Justin will be on my mind. It’s always bittersweet. I’d like to have just one last chance with him.

My new style is shocking the world, and I’m not surprised. All I want is Justin to notice me, but nothing has worked. It’s hopeless. He’s happy without me. I just wish that we never would have dated, had I known we would’ve broken up, I wouldn’t have done the things I’d done or said some of things I said.

And now I’m crying. At least there are no paparazzi that I have to worry about. I can just cry my heart out and it’s okay. I’m a normal girl. Just because I’m a celebrity doesn’t mean that I’m different from everyone else. Footsteps approach and I ignore them, figuring it is Jamie-Lynn.

Justin’s POV

As I stand directly behind her, I want to say something to her… anything to her, but I can’t. She’s too beautiful and I’m tongue-tied. Why is this so hard? She sighs and a tear falls from her eye. “I love you, J,” she whispers, gazing out the window.

I look at her. She does? I take a deep breath. “I love you too, Brit,” I say softly, just enough for her to hear it, like the whistling of the wind.

She slowly turns and stands up. “Justin? W-what are you doing here?” she hurriedly tries to fix her hair and wipe her tears away, but I stop her hands.

“Brit, you don’t need to try to look good for me. You always look good.” I grab her hand and interlace it with mine. We sit down on the couch and I look into her eyes. “You know, I’m still learning about this whole thing called love. I’m a beginner. But I’m smart enough to know that you and I had something special. And I hope we can get that back.”

She smiles at me and my heart leaps. I’m afraid that it will jump out of my chest and into her hands… which I wouldn’t mind in the least. “I love you, Justin. I don’t know why we ever broke up. Just because of that little thing. We should have known better.”

“Well, now we do. We’re older and a lot wiser than last time.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me. We sit there in silence for a while.

“J?” she asks.

“Hmm?” I say, forcing my eyes open.

“Am I dreaming?”

I chuckle and cup her chin in my hands. “No, babe, you’re not dreaming.” I lean down and gently place a kiss on her soft lips. The clock strikes midnight. I begin humming and then break into song. “You've got my heart on Christmas… inside my soul, your love remains… love's in our hearts on Christmas day…”