Ten- What Happened? Last night was a blur... His lips touching mine. Heat rising throughout my whole body. Christopher Fitz kissed me. Me: Mary Easton. I can't believe it. Things are perfect. Too perfect. The next morning I wake up in a daze. I can still feel the kiss lingering on my lips. White puffs of snow fall steadily outside. I curl up into my blankets as the heat just kicks on. Mom is trying to freeze us again. Images of last night race through my head. I didn't know what to do. He just leaned in close and kissed me. I just sat there. I don't know how to kiss someone. Then, her pulled away and looked at me. I could my face flare up like a wildfire as he looked at me. The ride back home was awkward and quiet. Without saying a word to him, I got and went inside. He must hate me. But wait, why do I care in the first place? It's not like we're anything more than friends. We never will be. Wait! I can't think like this. I let out a heavy sigh and get dressed for the day. I will have to eventually talk to Chris. That day will be interesting... A/N: yes, short chapter. Just a filler

Nine- Meeting The Parents I wring my hands together as the car passes by house after house. The hum of the engine is quiet, which makes the silence that more awkward. I can't believe I'm doing this. As think about it more, my hands behind to get cold and clammy. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous. I guess it's because I'm so used to not socializing, that I get anxious whenever I have to. I look out the window as I bite my bottom lip nervously. Why can't I be normal and not get to anxious? I'm such a freak... No! I can't be like this right now. We stop in front of a two story Victorian brick house with a white, rounded porch that wraps around the left side of the house. The house was beautiful and looked like a little castle. We got out of the car and as we walked up the stairs to the door my legs felt as if they would just buckle. My legs felt like jello. The inside was even more marvelous. The whole floor is a shiny, white marble tile floor. The entryway has a beautiful winding staircase that leads upstairs. "Christopher, is that you?" I soft female voice asked. A woman walked into the entryway. Her hair hair brown like Chris's and mid-length with loose waves. Her eyes are very green though. This must be his mother. Chris gets many of his featured from her. Her eyes flicker towards me. She politely at me, "Christopher, is this our dinner guest?" Just breath. I can't seem nervous or afraid. Breathe. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Fitz.", I say with the most confident voice I'm able to make. She shakes me hand firmly, smiling with the corners of her eyes crinkling, "It's nice to meet you as well. Christopher has told me good things about you. So, you two are just friends?" I felt my face get hot. Before Chris could say anything to his mom about her question, a man walks over to Mrs. Fitz and rest his hand in the small of her back. His hair is dark with grey specks and his eyes are very dark brown like Chris's. "So, you must be Mary we've been hearing about. It's nice to meet you, young lady." He says in a booming voice and shakes my hand. "It's nice to meet you too, sir." I say. God, I need to stay calm. We walk into a huge dining room with a long table with a pure cotton table cloth. We sit at the far end. His father at the end, his mother next to him, me across from his mother, and Chris next to me. There are different plates and bowls filled with different foods. The main course is chicken alfredo with sides of breadsticks and salad. I savor ever single bite, since I've never really had a meal this fancy before. Once dinner is done, we have a slice of cherry cheesecake for dessert. After that, his parents clean up the dishes and take them into the kitchen to clean them. Christopher leads me into the vast living room with a long plush, black, leather couch against the wall and two black leather recliners all facing a huge flatscreen tv. Chris looks at me, his dark eyes sparkling in the living room light, "So, did you like dinner?" I nod, "Yes. It was delicious. I don't think I've anything that good." He turns to face me, his smooth face serious. "So," he begins, "Do you consider us friends?" I freeze in my spot. What? What is he talking about? Yeah, I'm really socially awkward, but I try my hardest to seem normal and be a good person. "Um, what do you mean?" I ask. "Do you consider us friends? I'm curious." I hesitate for a moment. I think and think. Do I? I really hope so. I glance at him and nod. "Yeah, I do." *** It's about 11:30. The tv is on and Chris and I are watching the ball getting ready to drop and watch all the famous singers preform. His parents have gone to there room since it was getting too late for them. More singers and bands preform and we sit there, our eyes glued to the tv. Huge things may not have happened, but day has been the best I've had in a long time. As I watch the tv, something tugs at the back of my mind. When he picked me up earlier this evening, Christopher looked at me a certain way. He looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time for who I really am. Was it my outfit? Or was it how well I cleaned up in general? I shouldn't think too much of it. After all I am a nobody... It's 11:57 and the people on the tv are getting ready to count down. This is the first time that I've ever spent New Year's Eve with someone other than my parents. And most of the time they were just shouting at each other. They start the countdown and I watch the little numbers in the clutter tick by at the ball gets closer and closer to dropping. 3.... Everyone gets their horns and streamers ready. 2.... People on the tv start to get anxious. 1.... Everyone blows theirs horns and throws their streamers. Couples in the crowd kid as everyone cheers and screams. I notice that Christopher turns to me. I look at him. His dark eyes are sparking with anticipation . He leans closer to me, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. He leans even closer and next things I know, his lips are on mine, kissing me softly. Happy New Year to me.

Yes, I have been gone for quite some time. Buuut I don't think anyone has noticed *cricket noises* yeeeah, sooo im back now. And I've started a new story. It's up on Wattpad if any of you go on there. Anyway, its on there too and you can follow me @WinchesterBros17 Please, please follow me and read and yeah. Well, anywho. Good evening and hope you enjoy reading.

Tired- Story Description She was bullied ever since she was little. She started to give up on #life and started to doing things to make the pain go away. Then, one things change. He comes into her #life under horrible circumstances and changed things forever. She'll never know hit until it's too late. As if her #life isn't miserable enough... Things will get worse.

Eight- New Year's Eve It's New Year's Eve and like any other time, I had nothing to do. My mom decided to get another job to help pay the bills, so I'm always home alone now. I'm laying on my bed, reading when there's a knock at the door. I really hope it's not Christopher. I don't even look somewhat decent today. After setting my book down, I open the front door to find a note taped to the door. I look around for any sign of someone or at least a car. I close the door and sit on the sofa as I open the envelope. The letter is written in really bad, scratchy cursive. It reads: Dear Outcast, If you do not stop what you are doing I will be forced to take matter into my own hands. I will make sure you suffer from immense emotional pain and physical. You are a no one and you need to stay like that. Just the sight of you disgusts me. Stop what you are doing or you will die. Sincerely, Your Enemy Well, I'm not sure what to think about this. I walk ice to my nightstand in my room and shove it into the drawer, along with the other five notes I've gotten over break. This is the worst yet. It's first one that involves an actual threat. I can't let anyone see these. I can handle it myself. I read some more and end up finishing my book....again. I let out a sigh and make clicking noises with my tongue for about a good five minutes until there's a knock at the door. I groan and get up, opening the front door. Those dark eyes gaze at mine once more. "Hey," Chris says, "So, I was wondering if you had any plans for today..." I shake my head, "No. Not really." He smiles brightly, "Awesome! Then, will you care to join me and my parents for dinner and stay until midnight for New Years? That is if you want." My ears can't comprehend what he's saying. Everything is just muffled. A lump forms in my throat as I feel my hand start to get sweaty. He's inviting me to dinner with his parents? He's not embarrassed to be seen with me? This can't be true! I need someone to so me right now. I nod, trying to act like my head isn't about to explode. "Um, y-yeah, that'd be nice," I say, "I'd like that a lot." He looks at me with a baffled expression. God, I can feel my face burning. I feel like I need to charge outside and bury my face in the snow. "Wow, really? Great. I'll pick you up at six tonight. See you tonight, Mary." He turn and gets into his car, driving away. I close the door and stand there. What the hell just happened? I bury my face in my pillow and scream. Oh my god! What am I going to do? I don't know how to look girly! I look at my alarm clock, it's 2:30 right now. I have three and a half hours to figure something out. I rush in my mom's room and rummage through her hair and make-up supplies. There's a hair straightener, make-up, and other various supplies one would need to look pretty. I take everything and run into the bathroom. Oh my god, what am I going to do? I plug in the hair straightener and wait. I take out my hair band and watch as all the messy curls spew all of over my head. Wait, I need to show first. I haven't showered all day. I take a quick shower, making sure to clean my hair extra good. I take my mom's blowdryer and quickly dry my hair. Now it's just a frizzy mess. I growl under my breath and begin to straighten this frizzy mop called hair. After awhile my hair starts to look tame and soft and shiny. After I finish, my pale hair fall around my shoulder, stopping in the middle of my back. This already doesn't look like me. I take out the make-up and stare at it. What is all this? I take what I think is mascara and make that weird face all girls do when they put it on. After about five tries, I successfully make it look good. I look at myself in the mirror. This isn't me. My thick, platinum blonde hair is perfectly straight and my big, pale blue eyes seem to pop out with the mascara around them. I look at the time; 40. I have two more hours. Now, I have to find something to wear. I rush to my closet and look through my clothes. Nothing! I have nothing besides sweatshirt, t-shirts, and jeans. I run to my mom's closet, since we are about the same size, and look through the clothes. I needed something that covers up my arms. After awhile of looking I manage to find a light grey sweater that dips down with a rounded neckline and a complete laced back. And it has long sleeves. I put that on and put on a pair on brand new black skinny jeans that my mother has never worn. I hope she doesn't mind me wearing her clothes. I rush back to my closet and search for a pair on silver flats that I know I have. I've worn them maybe once. Once I was al dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror. The sweater fits me snugly and jeans fit me well. I can't believe I clean up so well. I write my mother a note with a shaky hand, explaining where I'll be and promise that I'll be safe. I pace around my living room for the next hour. I can't believe I'm so nervous. Why did I agree to this? I'm so stupid. After what seems like years, there's finally a knock at the door. And so the night begins...