Merry Christmas Stephanie


By Molly

Merry Christmas Stephanie As David shifted Stephanie in his arms, Faith called out, "Hey Dave, you're the first guy to get her under the mistletoe, better kiss her while you still can!"

Stephanie chuckled, a little embarassed.

Theo caught Faith around the waist and led her to the dancefloor. "Would you stop making trouble and dance with me? Show how the kung-fu chic can shake it."

"We wouldn't want to break tradition," Stephanie said.

"Absolutely," David whispered. He leaned and brushed her lips, almost impreceptibly. She felt heat sear through her cheeks. Her ears went up in flames. Just as he was leaning in for more, she pulled back. Their breath was still mingling when she snapped out of her daze.

David wasn't so lucky. He felt as if he were drowning in her blue eyes. He was frozen.

"You can't put me down now," she laughed.

"Oh, yeah," he set her on her feet.

"Hey, you two," Kat yelled from the bar, she had missed the scene before. "You're under the mistletoe."

"Here we go again," David breathed.

"We wouldn't want to break tradition,"Stephanie grinned.

"Absolutely," he leaned in again.

"So how come I can never get you under the mistletoe?" Theo asked Fab. "I've been trying ever since I was six!"

"Theodore Carver have you been drinking?" she asked.

"No," he dipped her and reeled her back up. "But I think after decades of wooin' I deserve a little something."

"Wooing?" Faith asked. "You've got to be the worst wooer ever, because I didn't even notice."

"Do you think I GAVE every girl in the third grade a whole bag of candy for Valentine's Day?" he demanded.

"You gave every girl in Mrs. Baker's class a whole bag of candy. As I recall by the end of the day, Mrs. Baker was the only girl you knew who hadn't tried to slap you."

"See? You should pity me," Theo said.

"Oh, I do for completely different reasons."

"Fuuny," he smirked. "Laugh now, but in years you'll look back and say 'WHY WHY? Why didn't I go out with Theo when I had the chance?"

"And you'll be saying, "Why? Why did I have that third beer? Shut up and dance, Carver."

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