I decided to go back and sum up the months with a couple of events and then start writing for Daisy in April. I miss Daisy. I kind of forgot how to write stories but I like the last one actually. If you want to be tagged when I write Daisy's stories from now on, just let me know in the comments :)
Friday December 21: Tonight is UW’s first annual Yule Ball. Started by Harry Potter fans as a way to kick off the winter break. Get dressed up in your best gowns and prepare for an magical evening.
date: December 21, 2012
hair: in retro waves
makeup: red lipstick, gold eye shadow
wearing: a red silk-crepe gown with a marchesa clutch, and black heels
where: Yule Ball
“Wow,” Ry said as I walked towards him in the common room. “You look...” He seemed like he was at a loss for words. Despite the fact that he was a boy, it made me blush.
“Thanks,” I replied. “You clean up pretty nice yourself.”
“Are you ready to go?” I nodded yes. Since he is single and my girlfriend was in another state, we decided to go to the Yule Ball together and celebrate the last night before we would both be heading back home for break. In the past few weeks we had been hanging out a lot and had gone from friends to really good friends. Things seemed to fall into place.
We walked to where the ball was held. Although it didn’t exactly look like the great hall in the movie, it was still lovely. Christmas lights hung off the walls, there were tables with red clothes on them with candles atop, and Harry Potter posters hanging from the walls.
“Let’s grab some snacks,” I said, not really wanting to dance. I made my way to a table off to the side filled with cookies and punch. I wasn’t sure I wanted to dance at all tonight.
“So what book is your favorite?” I asked Ry as we sat down at a half empty table, cookies in hand.
“I have a confession,” he started. I raised my eyebrow. “I’ve only seen the movies and even that was because my little brother wanted me to.” My jaw dropped a little.
“I just don’t think we can be friends any longer,” I teased. “Why would a faux Potter lover come to such an event?”
“Eh, you seemed like you wanted to go and my flight isn’t until tomorrow so why not?”
“Makes sense,” I commented. “Okay, so what is your favorite movie, then?”
“The last one,” he replied.
“Same for me but my favorite book is the fifth one. The movie wasn’t as good unfortunately. But then...they never are,” I told him pointedly. He just laughed in response.
“Did you want to dance,” Ry asked me.
I shook my head. “I dance exactly like you would expect a lanky, awkward white girl to dance, so that would be a no.”
“No one knows how to dance. Next excuse?” he joked.
“I don’t know. It’s weird when I have a girlfriend,” I shrugged.
“So dancing with me will make you swing the other way? I tried to make that happen once if I recall and it didn’t work then so I doubt it will now,” he was laughing at me. “Do you have another excuse?”
I paused trying to come up with one. He took the pause for a no. “Good. Let’s go, Daisy.” he grabbed my hand a dragged me out on the floor.
A few dances went by. It wasn’t too bad.
“Are you excited to go home for break?” he asked as the awful rap song we just danced to turned into some sappy slow dance song.
“Sort of. I miss seeing my family and mostly Lyla. It’ll be weird to be back but Christmas is always my favorite time of year. Everyone seems so happy,” I told him.
“Why will it be weird?”
“I think because my family doesn’t know much about me so it is weird going from Seattle to Philadelphia,” I said. I didn’t fully know how to explain why it would be weird.
“You mean you being gay?” Ryan said. He seemed to get it.
“Yes. It’s just weird to go from a place where everyone that knows me knows that I like girls to a place where almost no one around me knows that. Plus Lyla being back home and trying to see her without my parents knowing is exhausting. I don’t miss that part of it all,” I said.
“Why not just tell them then?” His question made me sad. To him, it seemed so simple but something like this never was and he wouldn’t be able to understand. I only made me miss Lyla more.
“What about you?” I asked, then clarified, “Are you excited to go home?” I didn’t feel like having the spotlight on me anymore. Ryan and I continued talking and dancing, though it was mostly small talk. Our conversation earlier only made me nervous to head home. It was something that would hopefully pass out of my mind.
date: December 25, 2012
hair: half pulled back, half down
makeup: mascara, shimmer lip gloss
wearing: a printed cardigan, topshop velvet skirt, and black loafers
where: my grandparents home
with: the family
Christmas. My favorite day of the year. I had only been home a few days so I hadn’t gotten back to my normal routine yet. It felt weird that it was already Christmas. Last Christmas seemed a million years ago compared to this one. Every thing in my life was different. Every thing had changed...for the better. Last year I was single and miserable. This year I was in love with Lyla and blissfully happy. Last year I couldn’t stand being around my family but now I couldn’t wait to be home. They still drove me crazy and I still hated hiding parts of me but after months on end in a dorm, I needed my family. Today was the perfect day for that. A day dedicated to family.
“Daisy, could you get me a spoon?” my grandma asked me. I was in the kitchen with her, along with my sister Addy and my cousin August, helping her cook. Normally my grandpa did all the cooking at our family restaurant but when it came to holidays she kicks him out into the den and makes some of the girls help her out. Some, like August get wrangled into it but I usually volunteered because I liked to cook.
“Sure, Gran,” I said as I passed on too her. “I’m glad dinner is almost done cooking. I have been craving some home cooked food.”
“You don’t look like you eat enough,” she said pinching my arms. “College has done that to you.” I was the same as I was when I was a senior in high school but I’d let her believe that.
I turned the conversation to August, “So what colleges did you apply to?” It was the question I dreaded last year but I couldn’t help but be interested now that I was going to a university myself.
“A lot actually. Mostly on the east coast. One in Florida and two in California. The idea of a sunny place is tempting me,” she replied.
“California! You could actually be in the same time zone as me!”
“I just applied,” she laughed. “Don’t get too excited.”
“Nobody needs to get excited,” my gran piped up. “I already have one living too far away, I don’t think my heart could handle another one of you leaving.” She smiled in my direction.
“Addy, go round up the troops. Christmas dinner is finally done,” Grandma instructed.
After August, Gran, and I dished up all of the food and brought it to the table, the whole family gathered in the dinning room. Years back my grandpa commissioned some carpenter to build this massive table for almost all of us (except the kids they have their own table) and knocked down a wall in his dinning room to fit us all for special occasions. I am never kidding when I talk about how big my family is.
I took a place next to my dad and one of my aunts. Although my family isn’t super religious (my dad goes to church but I am pretty sure it is because he is involved in politics and it reflects well on him is the reason why), when it comes to holidays, my grandpa always started us off with a prayer. I think it was because his dad did it for every meal but it kind of faded over time.
He finished off his speech with an “Amen.” We all started dishing up like we hadn’t eaten for days but it came to a halt when Paul stood up. The thing about Paul was that our family intimidated him despite the fact that he had been dating my sister for a long time. He tried his best to go unnoticed at these sorts of things.
Through the noise of the rattling silverware against plates I heard Addy say in a low voice to him, “What are you doing?”
“Uh hi, everyone. I just wanted to say something before we started eating,” he started. Everyone, including myself was beyond confused. “First off, Merry Christmas. I am happy to be spending it with you guys. You’ve all become family to me. Adaline has been part of my life for so long now and means a lot too me. I love her and she has supported me and my career. She is beautiful, talented, and loving. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. Except...” Paul stopped speaking for a moment to get down on one knee. From his pocket he pulled out a tiffany blue box. I gasped. “Except that I don’t want you to be just my girlfriend any longer. Adaline Thames, will you marry me?”
There was a general gasp around the table. We were all in shock. I guess it wasn’t too unexpected but still.
My attention turned from Paul to Addy. Her hands were over her mouth in shock and her eyes were watering. Addy started shaking her head rapidly. “Yes,” she finally exclaimed.
I burst into a big grin. I always felt Paul was the thing that was stopping Addy from reaching her goals but if he made her happy then I couldn’t help but be happy for her.
The fire crackled next to the chair I was sitting in my grandparent’s living room. A lot of the family had headed home and only a few of us remained. Addy was sitting next to me while her fiance was talking sports with my dad and grandpa.
“I’ve already decided,” Addy said.
“Decided what?” I asked her.
“That you are going to be my co-maid of honor. If you’ll accept. I know co sounds weird but it is a lot of work and you’ll be all the way in Washington plus Haley will kill me if she isn’t it,” Addy laughed.
“Yes! Yes! Of course I accept. Every break I get, I’ll be here serving my honorary duties. Promise!” I told her. I was so excited. I’d probably fall asleep tonight with this smile on my face. “I’m so happy for you Addy. I can’t believe how special this Christmas is.”
“I can’t believe it either. I didn’t expect it to be honest. He never has really mentioned marriage. I assumed someday we would of course. It feels nice,” she replied looking down at her stunning ring.
“Merry Christmas, Addy” I leaned over and gave her a hug.
“Merry Christmas, Daisy,” she said back.
“Merry Christmas, Addy” I leaned over and gave her a hug.
“Merry Christmas, Daisy,” she said back.