No Regular Winter Holidays

No Regular Winter Holidays

Melody Garcia (Staff Writer)

            Hello again! You might know me, but then again you might not. If you don’t remember my name is Maci Ann Tylers. Last time I talked to you it was Thanksgiving. Now it’s the most wonderful time of the year! Yeah, I know it’s a song reference, but it’s Christmas and we are going on a trip. Since it was winter break, I had caught up on some sleep. When I mean some, I mean I sleep until 11 o’clock. I didn’t know what time it was when my parents woke me up, but then sun wasn’t even up yet. “No! Don’t separate us! We’re in love!” I exclaimed. I am completely aware that I just said that me and my bed were in love, but it is the truth. It’s so comfy.


“Too bad, Cupcake. We have to go to the campsite,” my mom said simply. I just groaned.


“Don’t make me get the bucket,” my dad said.


My eyes shot open and I quickly released the bed frame as my mother fell to the floor. “You wouldn’t dare!” I yelled and scowled my father.


“O-oh yes h-he would!” stuttered my brother, Mason Vice Tylers, from down the hall. I gasped and ran through the corridor only to see my brother shivering in the wet clothes sticking to his damp skin.


“Okay! Fine, I’ll stop being lazy and get ready,” I said.


“That’s great!” my mom chirped.


I was very confused, “Daddy, who is Mom talking to?”


“Oh, yes. Well, you see we invited your friend… Um,” my dad paused to figure out what the name of my friend was. I wondered what friend since none of them were Christian. Isaac was Catholic, Samantha and Asia were Muslim, Elijah was Jewish, Marina was Christian Orthodox, and Jason was Interfaith. Hmmm, I know I’m missing someone, “Oh, it was that very kind young man, Brayden.”


My eyes widened at the same moment as my jaw dropped, “Daddy, you’re okay with this? Is Brayden even Christian?” I questioned because I was really unaware that my dad did this without being obliged. He just nodded his head like it was no big deal.


We were on our way to our winter vacation house and I was my car with Brayden alone while my parents and my older brother drove in their car. Yes, my seventeen year old brother doesn’t have a driver’s license, but I do.


It was silent until Our Song by Taylor Swift came on, “I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart. I look around, turn the radio down, he says, ‘Baby is something wrong?’ I say, ‘Nothing, I was just thinking how we don’t have a song.’ And he says… Our song is the slamming screen door, sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window. When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow, ’cause it’s late and your mama don’t know. Our song is the way you laugh, the first date: ‘Man, I didn’t kiss her, and I should have’ and when I got home … ‘fore I said amen asking God if he could play it again.”



I was smiling and singing until I looked to my right and saw Brayden laughing his head off. I blushed a dark crimson red and kept looking at the road no matter how much I wanted to look at the car floor. I guess Brayden saw and stopped laughing, “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I thought it was really good,” he apologized.


I was shocked. Yeah, my friends had told me that my singing was good, but not the guy I lik- had a crush on. “Really? Wow. Thank you,” I smiled.


He went along his business, looking for a different song when he stumbled upon the song Everybody Talks by Neon Trees came on. Only this time, he started singing, “Hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction. Hey baby what you gotta say?  All you’re giving me is fiction. I’m a sorry sucker and this happens all the time. I found out that everybody talks everybody talks, everybody talks. It started with a whisper and that was when I kissed her and then she made my lips hurt. I could hear the chit-chat.” He was cut of by me pulling up to the cabin.


I stopped the engine, “We’re here Brayden.” He just stared in amazement. I figured out that he did that a lot. Anyways, I couldn’t stop thinking about something. Brayden stared at me the whole time we were in my car. I saw admiration in his eyes and not the kind of admiration as in, “I look up to you,” but the kind as in, “Love.” This freaked me out at the thought of it. I’m not the nicest looking person in the world, but I am kind. Unless, my temper gets the best of me. We got out of the car and grabbed our stuff. I was grinned when I saw the warm built in pool. Now I know what you’re thinking, “Why are you going swimming in the winter?” Well my dear friends, it is controlled by a thermometer that regulates the temperature and I like swimming, okay?


I found my room and started unpacking my stuff when, Brayden walked into my room aimlessly. The door was open, so I guess it would leave him to the gesture of coming into the room without permission to. “Well, come in then,” I scoffed.


“Oh, I’m sorry. Anyways, I wanted to apologize for what happened in the car. I really didn’t mean to laugh. Can you forgive me?” He pleaded.


I laughed while Brayden looked confused, “It’s no problem. You were good too,” I smiled. He looked down at his shoes and muttered a thank you. He still wandered with no direction around my room. I kind of guessed that he needed help with something, “Do you need help finding your room?” He nodded a little and walked into the hall while I followed. I showed him the guest room, then went back to mine and got dressed in my bathing suit. I walked over to Brayden’s room, but unlike him I knocked.


He sounded rushed and worried, “Uh. Um, who is it?”


I answered a little mischievous, “Santa Claus!” I smirked, “Ho ho ho! Feliz Navidad!”


He chuckled and said through the door, “Maci, you know I don’t take Spanish,” he whined.


I couldn’t take it anymore. I fell to the floor and started laughing. I was crying and rolling on the floor, just laughing. Brayden slowly opened his door and stared intently at me. He just started laughing his head off too. “Oh the reason I came here was to ask if you wanted to go swimming?” I asked.


He had a questioned look on his face, “Why would you want to go swimming in the winter?”


“I want to go because our pool is heated. Duh,” I giggled. He had a shocked, envious face. I smirked, “What you jelly, bro?”


This time he smirked, “No, I’m Nutella.”


I sighed defeated, “You got me there.” He said he would come and for me to just meet him outside. I walked outside and the cold air sniped at my skin. I shivered just as someone wrapped their arms around my waist. I was about to scream when they covered my mouth, “It’s okay. It’s just me. Shhh,” Brayden coaxed.


I relaxed immediately. Then he uncovered my mouth, “Jeez you scared me!” I exclaimed.


“Sorry. I guess I just wanted surprise you,” He blushed.


I smiled, “It’s okay.” I had a great idea, “Close your eyes.” He obeyed. Great just according to plan. I started to spin him so he would face the pool. Once I was done, I got in the pool and screamed as loud as I possibly could. He saw me go under the water and jumped into the pool. Little did he know, that I was out of the water and safe. When Brayden submerged and saw me he groaned. I started laughing.


“That wasn’t funny,” he pouted. I just nodded my head. “Well this will be even funnier,” he smirked. I looked at him a little confused and scared, but that only bought him more time because as soon as I was out of my daze I was in the water. We soon started having a splash war and it was very fun. We soon were called inside to have a have a small Christmas feast. We said our prayers and dug in. At the end we were stuffed and decided to open presents. I know you usually open presents in the morning, but we were driving. This was the system for presents, I picked one first because I was the youngest and then whoever’s present I picked first, they get to open their presents, and so on and so forth. I picked up a random gift that was in a little bag. I picked it up and inside I saw a small box. When the box opened I was in shock. It was so beautiful. I read the engraving on the gorgeous necklace that said, “Maci + Brayden = BFF”. I got up and almost squeezed him to death. I also got a visa gift card from my dad, a new pair of slipper boots I’ve been wanting, and my brother got me a bracelet that said “Love you Mac”.  My brother calls me Mac for a nickname, but I don’t mind it. I think it’s cool. Brayden opened his presents, then my brother, my dad, and my mom. I didn’t realize until now that  this was the best Christmas ever. This just goes to show you that this was no regular winter holiday. ##

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