Maybe There Really
is a Santa Claus
SS by Tiffany
Part 1
December 13,2003
Justin's POV
"Britney, why do we have to always do this?" I asked as she took my hand and led me onto the ice
"Because, it's tradition." She smiled as we skated
"But we both know, we're going to go get hot cocoa, and then go back to the apartment and make love." I sighed. She stopped
"Justin, we've never let down a tradition." She said
"Well maybe I'm tired of traditions. We should try something new for once. Like maybe going to a restaurant." I replied.
"Fine." She steamed. She glided off the ice mad. I didn't mean too.
"Baby just listen-"
"No Justin. If you don't want to do it. Fine. We can just go home." She said grabbing her skates and heading to the car. I took mine off and got into the car.
"Britney would you just listen to me?" I asked
"Why? Or are you going to take a tradition away from everything again? God Justin. We've been going to the ice rink on December 13 since we were 12! You expect me to just say, 'Oh yeah. We don't have to do it. It's just a tradition anyway.' No. Just let's go home." She said her voice cracking.
"Fine" I sighed starting the car and heading home in the snowy New York streets. We finally arrived in Upper Manhattan, where Britney's and My apartment were. She got out of the car and slammed the door. This got me ticked. She was so damn fucking stubborn. We arrived on her floor and she slammed her door in my face. I opened it forcefully to see her taking off her coat.
"What the hell Britney? Why did you just blow me off like that?!" I screamed
"You should be the one to talk! We've already went over this. If you
don't want to skate, you don't want to skate. I'm not going to fight with you
over a "stupid" tradition." She said quoting with her fingers.
"I never said that!"
"You didn't have to. Justin all you had to tell me is that you didn't want to go" She said going into her bedroom.
"You still would have been pissed! Britney you are so damn fucking stubborn it isn't funny." I yelled walking into her room.
"Get out! I can be stubborn if I want! I don't know about what happened in your family when you were little but I was raised on traditions. Respecting traditions mostly. I know that you used to love going to that damn skating rink when we were 12 16 and 20! Now your all 22 and think you have to blow off everything? I don't think so. Why don't you do me a favor? Why don't you just leave?!" She cried
"Fine I will! I don't have to be a mother fucking problem to you! So bye bye Miss Pop Princess!" I screamed walking out the front door and slamming it. I knew I really hurt her and she was probably crying now. I didn't care though. Not right now at least.
I ran out to my car and drove around for a while until I was about 5 miles out of New York City. I came upon a little diner and decided to stop. I got out, went in and ordered a coffee.
"How ya doing sugar? Haven't seen a young face like yours around here
for a while" A lady of about 50 asked me. She had light gray hair, looked
like a muffin, kind of of plump with gray eyes. She was wearing a red waitress
dress with a Santa hat on. She looked weird, but who am I too criticize.
"Well maybe a coffee could help ya. Huh?" She asked. I shook my head
up and down.
"How long has this place been around? Haven't ever seen it." I said
looking up at her as she came with a coffee, and some other things. Brownie,
rice crispies and cookies and a cake.
"Figured you're hungry. Oh it's been around for about 50 years." She
smiled walking back to the counter.