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“I just want to catch the popcorn in my mouth once. Is that too much to ask? At this rate, I’m not going to have any left to string together and stringing popcorn is the only thing I’m looking forward to this Christmas.”
“Not to mention you look ridiculous, please stop.”
“I do really love being a teacher. I got each of the little ones gifts today because it’s our last class before the holidays and the look of pure joy was enough to make my entire year.”
“There was way too much happiness and bullshit in that sentence. Ew.”
“Honestly, why would anyone need a twerking Santa?”
“Because they want it?”
“Look, I can explain– it’s not what it looks like.”
Are you sure? Are you really sure?”
“I used to say the same thing but it’s a requirement because it makes the children happy. If this is the part where I say thank you for that, I’m skipping it. Is that even a thing or did you just make it up?”
“No, it’s definitely a thing. It’s like the London look, but the elf look. And considering you’re even shorter than I am, I feel like it’s an obligation for me to inform you that you have the elf look. You’re welcome.”
Simon remained quiet during her jesting, looking around instinctually though he knew no one was listening; no one was even within earshot. They were alone. Yeah, it’s not a tough sell for me. Not really a sell at all. He shifted in his stance when she removed his hand, reaching for the cane he’d discarded to the side. Suddenly, he felt off-balance. He knew the kiss was just a kiss to her – not even that, just a rehearsal for something she’d signed up for as a way to get her kicks. For him, though, it was one of the first he’d had since her. The bitch. Simon shook away the bitter thought, eyes on Madyson. “Right. I know,” he assured her, nodding for emphasis. “I think we’ve practiced sufficiently.”
“Jesus, can you not be so quiet? I am begging here.” She stared at the man in front of her and sighed heavily. “I will literally get on my knees and beg. Just say something, anything. Make a joke, just do something.” Mady wasn’t sure she would be able to say why she was poking at him now, why it mattered if he was quiet or not. But she felt slightly awkward having just made-out with him and him going silent on her. She normally liked his silence, his shyness, but now she wanted more. She wanted to joke with him, to actually hold a real conversation. Yet, she wasn’t sure she was really going to get that.
“I’ve already had three people tell me I could pass for one of Santa’s elves. If this is what I get for trying to be nice, I think I’m done being nice for the day. Honestly. I’m 5′2″, which isn’t even that short.”
“Reason number one as to why I would never wear an elf hat and I’m only 5′5. Although, you do kind of remind of an elf. You have that look. The elf look.”
“They’re supposed to be open still. They have my car,” she grumbled, her anger mounting again. With her suggestion, she stifled a snort. Van looked at the woman cooly. I think you might be the one that looked foolish, having to dodge away from my fist. “Noted.”
“I came to the conclusion that they had your car, but thanks for confirming it.” Madyson eyes the woman carefully, not knowing if she would anger her and risk her fist coming anywhere near her face again. “Like I said, I’m sure you can survive until tomorrow and if you absolutely can’t then go find a rental car. They’re usually not too pricey.”
“I thought teaching was going to be more inspirational than it is… I feel like I was lied to. It’s nothing like Dead Poets Society and it kinda bums me out.”
“Learning isn’t much fun either, so.”
Well, gotta admit, this little city is certainly big on the whole Holiday spirit thing. Even had people caroling around my hotel earlier. Definitely wasn’t expecting that, that’s for sure.
“It’s all a joke. In reality, we’re just a bunch of grinches.”
When she pulled away, he met her eyes, laughing along airily. Automatically, he engaged in the jesting, feeling light after the kiss. “What’s say we do that in front of my parents to really sell it, yeah?” His chuckle tapered off after a moment, and he was suddenly off auto-pilot, reverted back to normal old Simon; unambitious, movie-store manager Simon, the one who had to ask a girl to fake being his girlfriend. The magic had worn, the clock turned to midnight. With a jolt, he remembered himself. He prattled off, the shift obvious. “Yeah, um, that was very good practice,” Simon declared with finality, coughing once. Suddenly noticing the hands that still lingered on her, he withdrew, then thought he appeared too eager and left one sitting on her shoulder. “Good job.” He added awkwardly, giving her an approving nod.
“I mean, if you just want to kiss me again that would be okay. I’m sure we could sell it to just about anyone.” Mady felt the smile on her lips grow for a second before he began to pull away from her. She ran her fingers through her hair and took a small step back as soon as his hands fell from her waist, her smile weakening slightly. She wasn’t sure if she had done something wrong or if it was just him being him, but she passed over it not wanting to think about it more than necessary. “Yeah, that was pretty uh- interesting.” Looking up at him as he placed a hand on her shoulder, the blonde shook her head and chuckled. “Oh my, he thinks I did a good job. You hear that everyone, Mr. Quiet Guy thinks I did a good job.” She easily lifted his hand from her shoulder and straightened her posture. “Although, I don’t think that I need you to offer an awkward sort of congratulatory pat on the back. It was just a kiss, Simon.”
“That sounds like a lie.”
“I don’t lie.”
“Yeah, because you were being a walking ray of sunshine just now.”
“Absolutely. That’s how I always am. You can ask just about anyone.”
“I don’t think that. Here you are assuming I’m thinking you’re cute so here I am assuming you want me to think you’re cute. It adds up.”
“Shut up, you’re being annoying.”
“Or you just want me to think you’re cute.”
“And why would you think something as absurd as that?”
