Steady As She Goes

Now for the third songfiction. This is based off of the song “Steady as She Goes”, the third song on Sky Sailing’s album “An Airplane Carried Me to Bed”. Despite my dislike for first person present tense, I figured this one would sound best in that style.

Anyway, read it (if you dare), and I will be back in a few days!

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I wake up at daybreak, my alarm clock going off beside my bed. My eyes open with a start, even though my body is a tad slower. Dust motes float in the golden beam of sunlight peeking beneath the ragged blinds of the only window in my room. I grin in anticipation as I realize what today is. Excitement pulls me out of that bed. I don’t bother making it. I have no need for it.

No more nightmares. Sweet dreams for as long as I can foresee. Storms are turning to fair weather.

I load my bags into the trunk of my car, completely forgetting to eat breakfast. I had left everything I knew behind, chasing vain dreams: a voyage that had left me stranded, but finally, I am returning. The ship is returning to port, fresh breezes pulling at twice mended sails, stale ropes creaking, but alive with the promise of the return. Life has thrown so much at me, yet here I am: still alive.

Taking a deep breath, I start the car and pull out of the driveway. All my belongings are packed in the trunk and I am ready to never see this old apartment again. I turn the radio on and the long highway stretches out before me towards the horizon. As the song that I hardly recognize fills up my ears, my mind turns towards the friends and family who are anticipating my return.

Rachel is back home waiting for me. The thought of her brings a smile to my lips. It is barely morning, the sun still not fully suspended in the sky. long shadows are falling away to the west, pointing my way back home, but she is most likely awake and worrying about my safety. I hope her thoughts are on me even as mine are on her.

On the passenger seat, propped against one of my bags, I had placed the book she had let me borrow last time I visited. I had enjoyed it, even if the only reason I had done so was because she had recommended it. i can not recall the plot line of the book, only that I had thought of her with every turning of the page.

Next to the book, spilling out of the broken zipper of my backpack, is a picture in a simple wooden frame that is more valuable to me than anything. I am standing next to a young woman wearing a graduation cap and gown, holding her diploma above a radiant smile. Sarah had just made her debut on stage, fulfilling her dreams of being an actress on Broadway. This will be my first time seeing my little sister since then. I am so proud of her, and have looked forward to seeing her ever since. We had encouraged her, her angelic voice filling up our home as she practiced, the voice that will fill many theaters in the years to come. Our parents had mailed me a letter filled with newspaper clippings, and I knew we were not the only ones who believed her to be the best. I wonder where both of us would have been without our parents’ encouragement.

If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be coming back.

My thoughts are elsewhere, but I leave my concentration on the road as the radio plays song after song that I can barely distinguish over the sound of the tires eating up the distance between here and there. I sign proclaims my passing from one state to the next. One less state line between me and those I love. They are always in my heart, and even if I do not tell them that enough, it is one of my most recurring thoughts.

A memory flashes behind my eyes of Rachel and me. We had taken a walk once over the beach, the crashing waves crowned with white, drowning out the words we were trying to say to each other. So we looked into each other’s eyes and kept our thoughts to ourselves. We would try to read each other’s minds (with unsuccessful results), but there is one thing she knows. I’m dying to see her again.

The sun rises and sets over my journey, and I soon see a long familiar country road. i new chapter of my life is starting and I am on my way to a better life, although I do not know what lies out there. This ship might be putting into port, but it is about to head out again on a grander adventure. The seas can change, the tides will turn, but so long as she remains steady, the ship can handle anything.

Steady as she goes.





Hello and welcome to my second songfiction! If you don’t know what a songfic is, I explained it in my previous post, and if that didn’t help anything, maybe google it or leave a comment that I will get to in a week and three days when I get back from my “vacation”.

Titled “Brielle” this is the second song off of the album “An Airplane Carried Me to Bed” by Sky Sailing of which Captains of the Sky is the first song (seeing a pattern here yet…hm?)

Enjoy 🙂

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Goodbye Brielle…

He lifted his pen from the paper, thinking about the words he was trying to write. There was so much he wanted to say. So much he couldn’t say. So much he was scared to say.

He sighed and looked at the blank page before him with eyes brimming with tears. Why had he waited so long to write?

He picked up the small photograph that sat next to the letter, on the crate he was using as a table. Bringing it close, he saw the familiar face of Brielle.

I am sailing away, recalling that day miles from shore…

It had been the last time he saw her. They had been young, and carefree…He had teased her about her dress. It was an old thing, white and robin’s egg blue, and had belonged to her grandmother. She wore it in the picture, the muted colors white under the glare of the sun. If he cupped his hand over the small photo, he was able to see her face. Her dark locks framed her heart shaped face and her beautiful sea green eyes stared at him, creased in laughter.

Finally, he knew what to say.

Only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams that we knew so well…

They had spent many hours together, before he had left on this seemingly endless journey. As the ship swayed beneath him on the rolling waves, he wrote, reminding her of all they had said. Sharing their dreams. Sharing their memories. Planning their future.

The frozen days we set ablaze send me drifting away…

Before she had come, he had felt so alone. His days were colorless and meaningless. He trudged from one pointless day to the next. There were so many dark thoughts he had had in those desolate nights, those frozen days where he felt numb. Then Brielle came along, bringing a splash of color; melting his heart and giving him a reason to live.

Like a butterfly you floated by and now you’re alone…

How much he wished he had not left. Wanting to see the world, he had enlisted, not knowing that a certain girl would steal his heart weeks before he had to leave. Like a butterfly, his heart beat for her. He had asked her to come along, but she told him no. He continued writing, finally sealing the letter with a promise.  I’ll sail home again…

Strolling over the sand and cobblestone paths that wind through the trees…

The ship sailed into port, giving the sailors a respite from the rollicking wind and waves. The letter was sealed, and the sailor was the first to step off the vessel, his feet meeting the cobblestone paths of the small village built near the sand, on the edge of a forest. It reminded him of a place so familiar, but yet so different. Born for the sea in an oceanside village similar to this one, he had naturally felt the call of strange lands. But now, how he wound up here was anyone’s guess.

Breathing the sweet forest air makes the bluebird aware that she could be free…

He strolled across the sandy dunes towards the forest. A bird fluttered and chirped overhead. He smelled it too. The sweet aroma of pines, once again reminding him of home, and of the freedom he had desired. A gust of wind pushed at his back, hastening his steps. The same bird he had heard overhead swooped down in a flash of blue plumage. He held out the letter and the small songbird took it, flying off into the breeze.

I wish I knew when I’ll be back again…

He waited until he could no longer see the bird. Only then did he return to the village and his voyage. He was beginning to count the months and days until his service was over. Adventure was beginning to lose its flavor, reminding him that soon he would be able to return home.

But until then I wish you well…

The ship sailed away–off towards another destination, led by the untraceable tides of wind and time, fueled by adventure. The sailor stood upon the prow of the boat, scanning the watery horizon for a sign of land, his dark hair blowing in the breeze.

So until then I wish you well…

He thought of Brielle. He wished her all the happiness in the world…and all the hope. Hope was what they needed as they waited see each other again. Inhaling a breath made of salt and breeze, he sighed into the wind. Echoing the closing line of his letter, a statement he had made many times before but was only just beginning to mean, he whispered towards home…

I love you my darling, farewell…

The sun set, dousing the world in darkness but for the stars and the moon, newly reborn. They shone down upon the faces of two lovers separated by seas, continents, and time—but united, if only by something as small as hope.

There’s a handwritten note pressed in the door of her screened in porch…

Well, what did you think?

this is my favorite of my songfics, but don’t tell the rest that because then they’ll think I’m showing favoritism

See you next week with another songfic!


Captains of the Sky

Today I shall be sharing a songfiction (a short story based off of a song) with all of you. Titled “Captains of the Sky” this is based off of the song “Captains of the Sky” by Sky Sailing (aka Owl City aka Adam Young).

It’s a good song, you should listen to it and then read my songfic 🙂

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Artwork credit: Me 🙂

The sun rose bright and early, setting the world into motion, and the boy awoke with it, flinging himself out of bed. Dashing to the window, he saw the fields across the street and inhaled, feeling his heart beginning to race. The light had not yet banished the shadows from his small room. The silhouettes of model airplanes danced on the green papered wall. Not taking the time to change out of his pajamas, he grabbed the few things he needed, and flew down the steps, nearly falling before he grabbed the railing.

Slamming doors and fleeing feet brought him to her house. She was waiting for him in her driveway, clothed in her pajamas. Having just woken up herself, her face was bright as it reflected the rosy rays of the sun. “Look!” the boy exclaimed, pointing upwards breathlessly.

The girl followed his gaze, her mouth open wide in amazement. Sailboats flew through the air far overhead. “That’s where your dad is?”

The boy nodded vigorously. “I’m going to join him up there!” He dashed away before the girl knew what he was doing and grabbed her bike. The girl stared at him as as he strapped on his helmet and goggles, which he had grabbed from his room. “Ben!” she cried in alarm as he put his hands on the handlebars and his feet to the pedals. “What are you doing?”

“There’s magic in the air, can’t you feel it?” he whispered, pausing momentarily, but before she could respond he took off. In moments he was airborne, the bicycle propelled with what could only be magic. His laughter rang throughout the valley. The girl dashed to the end of the driveway, not wishing to be left behind. He remained in the air for only a short amount of time before he came back, pedals whirling.

Smiling, he held his hand out to her, the bike hovering only inches from the blades of grass. Nervous, but not willing to be scared, she took his hand and squealed as he ascended into the sky with her in his arms. The cool summer wind stung her cheeks, filling her lungs with the smell of pine and the taste of lemon. Her short brown hair flew behind her, tickling the boy’s freckled nose. Below them, the town, like a map, spread out for miles in all directions. It was impossible to tell which houses were their own as they looked down upon the roofs.

Pedaling faster, the boy propelled them into the nearest cloud. Delightedly, the girl took handfuls of the clouds, and blew, spreading the fluffy substance around, small bits coming to land on her nose and in her hair, dampening them with the water inside. She turned around to see the boy, ready to throw some cloud into his face, but she found he was no longer on the bike. “Ben!”

“I’m building a hangar!” he replied. She saw that he was in the cloud right below hers, molding the clouds with his hands and his breath, creating a runway. Laughing, she fitted her feet to the pedals, brought the bike down next to him, and began to help. Above, the sailboats and airplanes continued to soar, not knowing of the two children who had just discovered the magic of flight.

This was not the first time the two friends had attempted to fly. The first time was a long time ago, at the beginning of their friendship. Ben had shown her his room, and proceeded to fold a paper airplane that matched one of his models. “I can fly too,” he bragged after throwing the paper plane across the room, watching it soar across invisible air currents, finally taking flight out of the window and into the sky. “Will you try with me?” he asked, and she had decided to come.

Standing at the top of the staircase, they both jumped, following his instructions. They were airborne for a moment, several moments which gave her the hope that they might just be able to soar right out of the front door and follow the airplane, but it was only a second before they crashed to the kitchen floor, their moment of triumph crushed, but she knew Ben never gave up hope that he could fly again someday. He practiced every day since then, trying to jump off various tall items, or riding his bike as fast as he could down the road, like an airplane down a runway. He chased every strand of magic in the hope that it would bring him his dream, but to no avail. Not until today.

Now the two of them were airborne, blowing the clouds around their hangar. The girl took the bike back down to her house, slipped in through her bedroom window, and grabbed a ream of paper. They spent that sweet summer afternoon sitting on a cloud, folding paper airplanes which they sent off into the distance. They whispered words into them, hoping the strangers who received them would be encouraged by them when they found the small planes sitting on the back porch or the windowsill.

Night descended and they had no intentions of returning home. The cloud had taken them across the valley, and the new view showed them the mountains that were no longer purple. Now they could see the trees growing upon the rocky slopes and the flocks of birds soaring beneath them.

Birds flocked to their hangar. Ben, in a spirit of recklessness decided he was going to join them. The girl barely protested, and watched from the edge of the cloud as he jumped into the air, a mile from the ground, and soared with the birds, his arms outstretched, touching the bright blue wings of the birds beside him. In minutes, he had her joining him, laughing together as the currents of wind took them across the sky, silhouetted against the stars. Soaring up and up, the girl felt certain she could touch them. “I’ll get you one,” Ben promised, almost reading her mind.

He spread his arms like wings and soared higher, his hands folding around a tiny diamond of light, plucking it from the expansive garden of night. Flying back, he presented his gift to the girl. It was no bigger than a daisy, and shaped just like one. She tucked it in her hair and they returned to the cloud.

The morning dawned, the birds flew high, and joined them on their cloud, lifting their voices in song—a beautiful song that the children echoed with their voices. Crawling to the edge of the cloud on their stomachs, they found they were just above their street. They saw their mothers in their yards, and they waved at them. “We should go back down,” she told him.

Ben was in the middle of folding an airplane, his hands frozen upon the center fold. His eyes were looking into the sky. “I’d rather be here,” he told her.

She placed a hand on his. “We’re captains of the sky now. We can come up here whenever we want.”

Giving a sigh of agreement, he took the last piece of paper and folded it meticulously. He whispered in it a soft message, meant for only one person, and sent it off into the sky. It flew up and up into the mass of ships. The magic that had befriended the two children took it exactly where it needed to go.

As the last of the ships passed the horizon, a bicycle carried a boy and a girl down to the ground, to the embraces of their mothers, and a father received a message, wishing him well upon his adventure.

So, I hope you all liked that!

Let me know in the comments if you enjoyed and you want me to post my other songfics (there’s more where this came from). Though you don’t have a choice. Muahaha

Today I leave to go work on support staff at White Sulpher Springs for two weeks (Well, a little more than that). I will be gone until the 24th, and therefore will not be responding to comments or any other type of internet fueled communication. I will be posting more songfics over the next few weeks (yay for scheduling), so look forward to those 🙂

much love,


The Perfect Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone!!! My gift to you is this short story. Although, seeing as how it’s an eleven page document, it’s not exceptionally short. I wrote this last year around Christmas time, at the request of a friend. I hope you like it 🙂

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Andy stepped out of the car into the freezing cold air of the tree lot. He wished to close the automobile door as quickly as possible so he could return his hands to the warm security of his coat pockets, but a shout from Georgiana on the other side of the car reminded him that he had left the keys in the ignition. He reached back in, yanked them out and shut the car door harder than he had intended. Aiden stepped out from the back seat and closed the door with the side of his body, keeping his hands inside of his pockets the whole time.

“In the bleak midwinter…” Aiden hummed, absently looking around at the fir trees planted in even rows across the snowy landscape with a broad grin on his face and his cheeks aglow due to the frigid air.

“Could we have come on a warmer day?” Ryan asked, stepping out of his own car that was parked next to Andy’s, his voice muffled by the scarf he wore tightly bound around his neck and chin. Despite this added warmth, his voice misted thickly before his face; the sight of which caused him to burrow further in his fluffy scarf.

Ryce, her scarf draped loosely and fashionably around her neck, stepped out of Ryan’s car on the other side. “It’s beautiful out!” She pronounced loudly with her face to the grey sky. “Let’s go pick a tree!”

Georgiana took the keys from Andy and locked the doors since he hadn’t done it yet. She flashed a smile his way as she followed Ryce and Aiden to the top of the hill. Andy ran and caught up to her, sliding his gloved hand into hers. He felt her tense from surprise, and then relax as she realized it was he. She smiled up at him while gripping his hand tightly. Ryan followed behind. He was not an extremely active person, so he was taking his good old time making it up to the tree line.

Clusters of people, couples and families, were weaving their ways through the trees. Several stumps showed from where trees had previously been chosen. Indeed, they were rather late getting a tree, for it was only a week and a half until Christmas.

“Thanks for helping me,” Georgiana said softly, gazing lovingly up into Andy’s eyes.

Andy smiled down at her. “Any time,” he assured her. She rested her head momentarily on his shoulder, but as they reached the top of the hill, she let go of his hand and walked over to where Aiden was beginning to inspect the nearest tree. “Do you know what to look for in a tree?” Georgiana asked, coming up beside him.

“Nope!” Aiden admitted. “All I’ve ever really had experience with is our fake tree.”

“Fake trees stink,” Ryce proclaimed, wrinkling her nose as if they actually emitted a stench. “And so does this one.” She hit a branch, knocking a dusting of snow off of it in the process.

Andy turned his attention from their conversation to his brother who was finally cresting the top of the hill. “You alright?” He asked out of concern.

“Yup. Quite fine.” He flashed a cheerful smile despite the cold. Ryan was always the optimist and managed to remain cheerful most of the time for the sake of his companions and himself.

“Lets search this area,” Ryce offered, more as a command than as a suggestion. She led them off through the trees on the right side of the lot. Georgiana took Andy’s hand as they walked further into the evergreen forest. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked.

“Breathtaking,” Andy replied, casting his eyes upon her. He wondered if she would catch his subtlety. She did, for he felt her squeeze his hand as both a thank you and a reprimand.

As soon as Ryce called Georgiana over to look at a certain tree, Andy left Georgiana’s side, and moved over to where Ryan was standing, absently fingering a branch of the tree before him. Ryce was using him as a bookmark in case if they wanted to come back and look at that tree again. Andy hoped Georgiana didn’t think he was shunning her as he went to talk to Ryan.

“Morning,” Ryan greeted as if they had only just met for the first time that day.

“Morning. Ryce putting you to good use?” Andy asked as a conversation starter.


Andy nodded and said, “I have a question to ask you.”

“Shoot,” Ryan goaded while slipping his glove off of his left hand and hanging it on the tree so he wouldn’t lose the location as he diverted his attention to Andy.

Andy shifted weight onto his left foot and spoke in a soft voice. “I wanted to ask you if you think Georgiana would be ready…you know…” He stumbled over his words. “If she would be ready for me to propose to her.”

Ryan broke out in a huge grin. “No way! You can’t really–”

Andy shuffled his feet around in the snow. “Well–I mean–”

Ryan’s smile disappeared and he quickly attempted to save himself. “No. Sorry. I was just shocked by your question.” He reached his hand up and pushed his hat out of his face. “The question is, are you ready?”

Andy shuffled his feet some more, keeping his eyes downcast at the muddied snow beneath him. If he was this nervous asking his friend for advice, how nervous would he be when he made the actual proposal? “I could never love anyone else,” Andy offered, wondering if that was an explanation or an excuse. “I feel ready, but I don’t know if she would be.”

“You could ask her,” Ryan pointed out, shrugging, not wanting to give a decisive answer.

Andy smiled. “Like I would actually do that…”

“Well you’ll have to when you make the proposal,” Ryan chuckled.

Andy rolled his eyes, but then laughed along with his friend, thankful for his cheerful way of turning things around. “Do you think Christmas day would be a good time?”

Georgiana gently fingered a bough arrayed with soft thick needles. “I don’t know,” she said, her face twisted in indecision.

“What do you want in a tree?” Ryce asked, more than slightly frustrated at her friend’s inability to choose.

“It can’t be too tall because of ceiling height, and it ought to be full.”

“This one qualifies,” Ryce pointed out, shaking snow off of a higher branch.

“It needs to be perfect,” Georgiana whispered. Everything had to be perfect, she had decided. Many Christmases had passed without much excitement in her solitary life, but now that Andy was in it, she felt like she had to do everything in her power to make it as wonderful as possible. The snow was already here, which was a wonderful addition. Besides, what was Christmas without snow?

“I’ll get a second opinion,” Ryce declared. She walked over a row of trees, and Georgiana heard her shout, “Andy! Get over here!”

A few moments later Andy appeared from around the tree. He smiled when he saw Georgiana. Ryce began pointing out the tree and saying how Georgiana couldn’t decide.

Andy rubbed his gloved hands together absently. “Well, I think Georgiana is right. Lets keep looking.”

Ryce grimaced, but in the spirit of the season, kept on going. She had already decided which tree she was getting, and had left Aiden as a marker. Deciding that the tree that Ryan was standing by was now of no use, she called Ryan over to join their group. “I hope you don’t want me to find that tree again,” he mentioned, smiling despite the cold.

“Oh, yeah,” Ryce said sarcastically, “would you mind going to find it again?”

Ryan smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “Thanks,” he said.

She punched his shoulder, not being a person given to outward displays of affection.

Andy slid his hand into Georgiana’s. “Come on. We’d better get moving if we want to find the perfect tree.” Georgiana shivered delightfully at his mention of the word ‘perfect’.

They walked all over the tree lot, Ryce every so often shouting that she found a suitable tree, but only to have it turned down by Georgiana. Finally, Andy branched off on his own to search for a tree that would meet his girlfriend’s expectations. He wasn’t certain he would find anything but he eventually found a tree that caught his fancy, and hopefully Georgiana’s. It was not too tall, and it was full, matching her requirements.

He called her over. She inspected the tree, and finally looked at him, not yet having said anything. “Is it perfect?” he asked.

Georgiana nodded, again shivering at that word. “If you say so.”

“Come on, really?” Andy asked.

“Yes,” she answered definitively, hugging him all of a sudden. Andy was pleasantly surprised, but Georgiana finally pulled away, her cheeks flushed red whether from the cold or from embarrassment, Andy could not tell. Ryce brought out the saws, and they proceeded to cut down the perfect tree. They left not long after with the tree strapped to the top of the car.

That afternoon found them all in Georgiana’s living room. Andy grunted as he let another big box drop down onto the living room floor, nearly squishing his toes. “How many Christmas decorations do you have?” He asked Georgiana, who was unpacking the first box he had brought down.

“Enough to deck the halls and then some,” Ryce replied for her friend as she spread out a garland across the mantle. She and Ryan had stopped by her condo to drop off her tree, then returned to aid Georgiana in decorating.

“That’s for sure,” Ryan replied, toting another box down the steps.

Ryce walked over to the box next to the one that Georgiana was unpacking and began to rummage through it.

“Well, lookey here!” she exclaimed, leaning down and pulling a sprig of mistletoe out of the beat-up cardboard box. “Where should I put this?” She asked the mistress of the house.

“Um…you sure its necessary?” Georgiana asked, her box-sifting stopping as she looked up at her friend.

“Definitely!” Ryce pushed. “What? Are you afraid of getting caught?” She walked to the doorway to the kitchen, traversing the living room. She grabbed a chair and removed the “faith, hope, and love” picture from above, and replaced it with the mistletoe. “Be careful where you walk now,” Ryce said to her friend. “Andy’s going to be watching your every move.” She smiled fiendishly and looked Andy’s way to make sure he had heard that.

“Am I that predictable?” Andy questioned, intending it to sound as a joke. He wasn’t sure if Georgiana took it seriously or not.

Ryan laughed. Georgiana just smiled at Andy, meeting his gaze from across the room. He didn’t know if that was consent, or merely an attempt at disguising deeper feelings.

After the moment of slight awkwardness passed, Aiden came in from the garage. “I found the lights!!” He proclaimed exuberantly. “Even a few light up reindeer.”

“Didn’t know you had those,” Ryce said as she looked at the boy over her shoulder. She was once again at the mantle placing placards of Christmas words upon it, replacing the usual picture frames.

The house transformed completely with the many helpers in just one afternoon. The result was spectacular. Aiden even put up the reindeer in the front yard while Andy fiddled with extension cords and Ryan wrapped light strands around the front bushes.

Inside was completed as well by the time dark came. The Christmas tree was lit and decorated, perfect indeed. The wreaths were hung on the doors, the garlands were woven into the railing, and the candles were placed in the windows. Even the mistletoe hung above the doorway as a symbol of Christmas tradition.

Georgiana handed out Christmas cookies to her friends who had willingly come over to help despite their own busy holiday season, especially Andy and Aiden, who would be spending this year without their mother. She gave Aiden a hug along with his cookie. “You’re awesome,” she reassured him.

“Thanks” Aiden responded, wondering where the sudden display of affection came from, but not minding it in the least. Georgiana’s attention was grabbed as Andy snagged another Christmas cookie off the plate. “Hey!” She scolded before realizing whom the culprit was.

“Don’t I get a hug?” Andy asked, placing the cookie back on the plate. He had just wanted to get her attention after all. Happy to do so, but appearing to be annoyed, she gave him a warm hug.

Andy returned the embrace with no intention of letting go.

“What are you doing for Christmas?” Georgiana asked as a conversation starter, feeling like she needed to hear conversation at the current moment.

“I have nothing planned. But we still have a good week and a half to figure it out. You?”

Georgiana paused before she offered her invitation. She made sure that she wanted to do this. After all, it would make it a perfect Christmas.

“Would you like to come over for Christmas?” She inquired, loosening her grip and looking up, causing him to let go and look down.

Andy couldn’t describe how excited he felt with just those few simple words. “I would love to!” He replied. “Aiden is included in that invitation, right?” He asked out of sudden concern for his brother.

“Of course!” Georgiana replied, a laugh and a smile on her lips. She fully detached herself and stood by the piano, adjusting a wise man that had turned completely around in the nativity set on the instrument.

“See you later,” Ryce said, as she picked up her purse off of the recliner. She pulled Ryan with her to the doorway to the kitchen and gave him a quick peck underneath the mistletoe. Then she shot a look at Georgiana, daring her to try it. “Goodbye!” She said in final greeting as she walked out the door.

Five days later found Andy driving Georgiana to the mall. She hated to drive, so she left that job to Andy as she went to do her last minute Christmas shopping. Aiden was in school, so she planned on buying his Christmas present, and was planning on buying Andy’s when he wasn’t looking.

“Do you have any Christmas traditions?” She asked Andy.

Andy shrugged while keeping his control over the car. “We have a fake tree since our apartment is so small, so we put that up every year. Then we always wake up at five in the morning and open presents. What do you do?”

It was Georgiana’s turn to shrug. “I do something different every year, although I always get a real tree. That tradition is down and never changing.”

“I do like your real tree,” Andy interjected, as if his mention of a fake tree made Georgiana angry. He knew it hadn’t, but needed to say it just the same.

“Yeah,” Georgiana agreed, more out of a lack of what to say than an agreement. Andy parked the car expertly as they reached the mall.

“What do you want for Christmas?” Andy inquired as they entered the doors of one of the major department stores.

“You don’t have to get me anything!” Georgiana exclaimed, being polite, as usual.

“Of course I do,” Andy interjected, reaching out and touching her shoulder gently.

“Gosh. I don’t know how to answer that question,” Georgiana replied, pressing closer to him.

“Just tell me what you like. Um…flowers…a jacket…” He ran his right hand along the back of his neck while he looked around for inspiration and saw the glass box where all the rings and gems were stored. “Jewelry? White gold or yellow?” He decided to put in the question. He would want to get an engagement ring that she would like.

Georgiana looked up at him curiously, noticing his question and reading something behind it. Her heart leapt and she found her mouth dry as she tried to respond.

He began to wonder if it hadn’t been all that subtle.

Georgiana, trying to mask her suspicions, cast her gaze elsewhere as she replied. “I do prefer white.” She looked back at Andy who was feigning interest in other things as well. A multitude of questions flooded her brain. Was Andy serious? Was he already thinking of engagement? Were they ready for that kind of step? She struggled to keep her fluttering heart contained, and marched further into the department store, determined to find the right presents for her two best friends and her boyfriend. “What do you want for Christmas?” She asked Andy as he walked by her side.

Andy had not been expecting for his question to be turned back on him. “I have no idea.” He replied honestly.

“I guess I’ll have to think of something or ask Aiden.”

“Go ahead,” Andy replied. He did not like to be interrogated.

Together they picked out Aiden’s Christmas present. Georgiana was glad for Andy’s input. Who would have known that his little brother would prefer a fleece blanket with Winnie the Pooh instead of Star Wars? For Ryce, Andy was unable to be of use. He was on friendly terms with her, and according to Georgiana, Ryce considered Andy her friend, but they certainly didn’t know too much about each other.

Three hours later, they retuned to the car with arms full of bags and boxes. Andy had even picked up some presents for all of his half-siblings, and some for Aiden.

Andy dropped Georgiana off at her house, and then made his way back to his house where Aiden was. His little brother had gone over to a friend’s house for a Christmas party since Christmas break had just started, and hopefully was back home by now.

“What did you get for me?” Aiden asked as Andy entered the front door, coming from the kitchen and turning off the TV on the way over.

“I’m not telling!” Andy replied, holding his packages close, glad he had them all contained in paper shopping bags.

“I was kidding, of course,” Aiden replied, turning around, giving Andy a moment to go and hide the presents. Andy took the opportunity to duck into the master bedroom. For a kid, Aiden had very good self control. After stowing the presents in the closet, he returned to the main room. The Christmas tree stood in the one corner, mostly decked out with gingerbread men, glass balls, and beaded ornaments. Aiden had made the gingerbread men with Georgiana as a fun after-school project. He had even strung some popcorn on the tree. “What are you watching?” Andy asked, looking at the television, which Aiden had just turned on.

“Christmas movies.” Aiden replied, sitting back down on the couch and grabbing a bowl of popcorn from the end table. Andy sat down next to him on the dark blue couch and stole a handful of popcorn. He looked at the TV. Commercials plagued the screen advertising everything under the sun with Christmas jingles. “What’s playing?” he asked inquisitively, stuffing half his handful into his mouth afterwards.

“Just finished watching Frosty the Snowman. Now they’re playing Charlie Brown.”

“Guess I came just in time. I love that one.” Andy took another handful of popcorn.

“I’ll go make some more popcorn,” Aiden said, looking at the sinking level in his bowl.

“I’ll do it,” Andy offered.

“Nope. These commercials just started. I’ll have plenty of time before it begins.”

As soon as Aiden left, Andy sent up a silent thankful prayer for the two people who made his life a better place, Aiden and Georgiana.

When Aiden returned, Andy kept his consumption of popcorn to a minimum as they watched the Christmas movies that had been a part of their childhood.

The few remaining days went by quickly for some and slowly for others. For Georgiana, the days went by in a hurry. There were so many things to do and so little time to do them. For Aiden, time went by in an agonizing crawl. Andy was caught in the between, being anxious for Christmas to come, but still feeling that he didn’t have enough time to get everything ready. On Sunday, two days before Christmas Day, he went out to buy his present for Georgiana, after a great amount of thought and consideration, and several phone calls with Ryan (who proved to be a valuable person to have on hand when contemplating engagement rings). Ryan had even given a few pointers on how to make the proposal. Despite the fact that Ryan had never proposed to anybody, he was able to determine what would happen in a certain situation because he was a writer. Andy on the other hand was just a songwriter. He would do his writing after all was said and done.

Andy found himself ready for Christmas at about eight o’clock in the evening on Christmas Eve. The wrapping was all that was left in his preparations. He completed that chore in the master bedroom, which was used for storage purposes now, while Aiden did his wrapping out in the living room. As Andy reached for a new roll of tape, his cell phone rang. Without a thought as to who it was, he answered it robotically. “Hello? This is Andy Fox.”

“Hey, Andy. This is Georgiana.”

“Oh, hi Georgie. What do you want?”

“When are you planning on coming over tomorrow?”

“When may we?” Andy asked back, not wanting to have to decide on his own when to come over, since it was Georgiana’s house.

“You said you usually wake up early on Christmas morning?” She questioned, making sure her information was right.

“Yeah…” Andy confirmed, but at the same time wondering where this conversation could possibly be going.

“How about you and Aiden come over then. As soon as you wake up.”

“Gosh,” Andy replied. “I don’t know. We wake up rather early.”

“I bet I’ll be up before you,” she reckoned with a tease in her voice.

“Okay. You’re on,” Andy replied. “Love you. Have a merry Christmas.”

“I will,” She answered sweetly. “Love you too.” Then the phone call ended.

“Aiden, do you have more tape?” Andy called out to the living room.

“Yup. You need it?”

“Why do you think I asked?”

“Can I come in?” Aiden asked. Andy could tell he had moved so he was right in front of the door.

Andy did a quick check to make sure all of Aiden’s presents were wrapped then said, “alright.”

Aiden deposited the tape dispenser on the bed and Andy gratefully took a piece of tape and smoothly placed it on the paper, securing the present inside. This was the most important present of all. It was small, but size didn’t matter. He hoped and prayed that Georgiana would like it.

Aiden made sure to assure him that she would.

In anticipation for the early morning, Andy and Aiden made sure to go to bed as soon as their wrapping was done. They placed their presents for each other under the tree, but the ones for Georgiana were placed in a large cardboard box, which their microwave had come in, by the front door. They wouldn’t be able to miss it on their way out the next morning.

Andy was awakened by the excited bouncing of his younger brother and his fervent pleas to get up. Andy opened his eyes and groaned. He sat up and saw through the open bedroom door the living room window. The world was still dark outside.

“Aiden!! Five more minutes! Or hours,” he groaned. Sleepily, he began to turn over again, but Aiden stopped him, his face aglow with the joy of Christmas. That was when Andy realized what the day was.

He quickly pushed aside the covers and changed into presentable clothing. Then he stumbled to the bathroom, for he still was not fully awake. He looked at the glowing red numbers of the digital clock display. It was four fourty-five. Andy woke up immediately once seeing that. They had to beat Georgiana. While Aiden went outside to start the car, Andy finished getting ready, then walked out the door with the box full of presents in his arms and somehow managed to lock the door behind him.

The backseat held the box, but before Andy shut the door, he took the small package off the top of the pile and placed it in a pocket on the inside of his coat. He didn’t want to misplace it anywhere. Aiden claimed shotgun since he was not old enough to drive yet. It was dark and no one was out on the streets at such an unholy hour of the morning. If anyone was up at this time of day, they would be at home celebrating.

Needless to say, they managed to get to Georgiana’s house without any impeding traffic.

They entered through the mudroom door like they usually did. It had been locked, but Andy had a key for in the case of emergencies. “You think she’s still sleeping?” Aiden asked.

“There only one way to find out,” Andy replied. He took a hold on the knob of the kitchen door and pushed it open. Andy was glad to see Georgiana up and about, arranging Christmas cookies onto a plate.

She had heard the door opening, and now looked towards the brothers. “I win,” she stated. Then she smiled and Aiden entered first, bringing with him the box of gifts. “Merry Christmas,” he greeted.

“Merry Christmas,” Georgiana returned.

Andy entered. His heart leapt as he beheld her. “Merry Christmas,” he greeted. He hugged her and placed a kiss on her head for that was all he could reach without bending down.

Before he could steal one, Georgiana handed him a cookie. Andy smiled and accepted it. He hesitated to eat it, but as Georgiana walked out to the living room, he popped it into his mouth and followed her.

Aiden had arranged the gifts around the tree. Well, all the gifts except for one. Andy had transferred it to his jeans pocket since he couldn’t wear his coat inside. He hoped Georgiana didn’t see it and get suspicious.

“When do we start?” Aiden asked; his unusual maturity set aside for the boyish nature that rarely was revealed.

“Not yet,” Georgiana replied, in a way that didn’t seem condescending. “Shall we sing some Christmas songs and read the Christmas story?”

“I’m game,” Andy replied. After all, singing was one of the things that he did the best. The other things would include his musical talent and his ability to mismatch car parts. He inwardly sighed. He needed to get a new job.

They moved over to the piano and Andy began to play familiar Christmas tunes. He led them through the stanzas of ‘away in the manger’ and ‘o come all ye faithful’. Then Georgiana found her Bible in her room and read through the Christmas story. Of all the traditions that had come together that day, the reading of the Christmas story was the one that they had in common.

Once that was finished and they had prayed for God’s blessing on the day, Georgiana gave Aiden permission to hand out and open presents.

Paper was torn away and presents were revealed. ‘Thank you’ was said many times and hugs were delivered all around. Aiden gave Georgiana a nice new cupcake tin since her old one had been dented and used longer than it should have. Aiden was given the Winnie the Pooh fleece, that Andy had helped pick out. Georgiana was glad for Andy’s input. She had no idea Aiden could be that happy over what she always considered a children’s theme. Georgiana had gone all out with giving Andy and Aiden presents, which for a moment made Andy feel that his purchase for her was insignificant. Finally Aiden went to the kitchen to grab a trash bag and the paper was all cleared away.

Georgiana looked at andy for a moment, having noticed that he had not given her a present. She sighed, and shrugged to herself. Maybe he had forgotten. “Alright,” Georgiana offered cheerfully, determined to overlook the fact. “Who wants Christmas cookies?”

“I do!” Aiden spoke up.

“I’ll go get them,” Andy volunteered.

“No, I can go,” Georgiana contradicted. She stood up and walked halfway across the room. She didn’t want him to follow her for she felt her disappointment at not receiving a present warm its way up her chest and threatening tears in her eyes.

“Georgie! I insist!” Andy caught up with her and playfully grabbed her hand.

She laughed half-heartedly and took a few more steps. “I don’t see why you have to–”

Andy stepped closer. Georgiana suddenly realized what he was doing as he leaned down. She opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it and shut her eyes. Warmth flooded her body as their lips met. Andy’s arms slid around her waist, drawing her closer into a passionate kiss. A few moments later, Andy pulled away, in need of air. Georgiana watched in wonder as he stood there with a foot of distance between them on the threshold of the kitchen, a sprig of mistletoe suspended above them.

Andy fumbled with the package in his pocket. He hadn’t expected himself to be so nervous. Finally, his trembling fingers pulled it free, and he handed it to Georgiana. “This is my present to you. Merry Christmas.”

Georgina accepted it gratefully; now feeling stupid for having felt disappointed, and curiously unwrapped the green ribbon, then tearing away the wrapping paper. She gasped when she saw the small square box she had just unwrapped. She had not been expecting this!

Andy took the box back gently and knelt, opening the lid to reveal the ring inside. “Georgiana, will you marry me?” He asked.

Georgiana’s heart beat rapidly with excitement and joy. She knew what her answer would be. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes,” she repeated, louder.

Andy stood up and removed the ring from the box. Georgiana saw it better as Andy took her left hand and slid it onto her finger. It was white gold, with a single, perfectly cut diamond in the shape of a heart. Andy squeezed her hand tightly, and she looked up at him. She saw him lean down, and she was prepared this time. Together they exchanged another kiss beneath the mistletoe.

Aiden interrupted the romantic moment by asking, “So…who exactly is getting the cookies?”

Andy and Georgiana smiled simultaneously. “I will,” Andy offered.

“No, I can do it,” Georgiana assure him.

Andy kissed her once more. “Let’s not start that again.” He ducked into the kitchen and returned with the cookie platter. They all sat down together on the couch, their Christmas perfect because they were with each other.