(This is a possible story, right now it's just a One Shot. ) --- "Sapphire?" I looked up at the mention of my name, and smiled. It was him. Wren's deep brown eyes lit up as I grinned, and he laughed. A gust of cold air and snowflakes gusted our way, blowing his sandy blonde hair into his face. I saw him sneak a look at me, and I shyly glanced away. "Hey, Wren." I hugged my books closer to me, and he casually leaned against his miraculously non snow-covered car. We were in the parking lot, and school had just let out for Christmas break. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my friends starting to congregate around on the sidewalk, chatting before they began the icy trek back to their warm and present-filled houses. "Do you need a ride?" he asked, studying my expression. "Or you could walk home with your friends." "…I'd rather you drive me." I mumbled, glancing at the snow beginning to descend even more from the sky, before opening the passenger door, the cold handle making my hands feel even more frozen. I noticed how his toned arm flexed when he effortlessly opened the other car door, and I bit my lip, staring at my hands instead. Wren looked over, lightly tucking a lock of my dark hair behind my ear, before starting the car. The quiet purr of the engine didn't calm me at all, to say the least. The effect was the opposite, and I sank lower into the leather chair. He drove carefully, somehow seeing where the black ice was on the road, despite it being covered in a light film of snow. I wasn't used to this weather at all. I used to live in California, until my dad decided to uproot our lives and move us to Maine. I already stuck out; seeing as I had a tan in the middle of winter. "Do you want the radio on?" he asked, glancing over before returning his attention to the road. "Absolutely not." I muttered, rolling my eyes. He raised his eyebrows, questioning my response. "The only thing on the radio here is Christmas songs. No thank you." I shrugged. Wren chuckled, and soon it was silent again. While I hated Christmas music, I wished there was something else to erase the silence in this very small, enclosed space. Why, oh why did he own a Smart Car? I groaned inwardly, looking out the window. My breath making the glass fog up. I absentmindedly dragged my finger across the surface, and drew a heart in the condensation. With a slight turn of the wheel, the car pulled onto the street. The speed decelerated to a light cruise as he neared the familiar three story house with light blue shutters. Once the car came to a stop, and Wren shut off the engine, I saw how dark it already was outside. Stepping out of the car, I carefully stood on the road, making my way over to the sidewalk. Suddenly, I lost my footing, and slipped, a light gasp escaping me before my free fall abruptly stopped. Wren was instantly in front of me, his secure hands at the small of my back, keeping me upright. My eyes widened, and I blinked in surprise. We were so close… I wasn't sure if I wanted it to end. It was snowing gently outside, everything getting covered in a layer of white. Snowflakes came to nestle in Wren's hair, and on the ends of his delicate eyelashes as he looked down at me. "Sapphire." he smiled lightly, leaning close. My heartbeat quickened, and I could feel my throbbing pulse in my ears. I faintly sensed Wren's heartbeat also, since my hands were pressed against his chest. Oh, God… how did that happen? I thought worriedly, looking up to have our noses brush against each other. We were frozen in this moment in time, unfazed by the cold elements whirling around us. His eyes burned with emotion, and he hesitated, before pressing his lips to mine. Wren pulled me into an embrace, and I blushed deeply, before returning the kiss. My face felt like it was on fire, and could melt the snow out of existence in a second. We lightly broke away, and Wren had the ghost of a smile on his mouth. "Merry Christmas." he murmured. It was all I could do not to faint right there. He walked me to the door, appraising the minuscule, yet brightly glowing twinkle lights wrapped around the gutter and windows. "T-thanks for the ride." I said, getting out my key. "Anytime." he replied, looking me over, and I held back a smile. "Any way I can repay you?" I asked curiously, fitting the key into the lock. "Cooking me dinner?" he snickered, and I swatted his arm. "You know I don't cook!" I pouted, opening the door, to be greeted with the delectable scent of a ham roasting in the oven, and the faint crackle of a fire in the fireplace. A woman in an apron walked into the hallway, her dark hair pinned up into a bun. She took off her oven mitts, and smiled over at us. "You're lucky she does. You'd starve." Wren laughed. I rolled my eyes as we stepped over the threshold, adjusting to the warmer temperature. "Hey, you two." She yawned, adjusting a wreath hanging in the wall. We smirked, speaking in unison. "Hey mom." --------------------------------------------------- What's this?! AN INCEST STORY?! ANOTHER?! Yes, yes it is.
After we hung up our coats on the bronze hangers in the hallway closet, Dad called Wren down the hall so he could bring heavy boxes downstairs. Wren gave me a tentative wave, and walked down the long hall, before disappearing. He left behind slight footprints on the floor, the cleaner wasn't exactly dry yet. Seeing the floor made me smile. My dad had always kept it waxed (to show off to the neighbors, no doubt). Wren and I always slid around on the wooden surface in our socks, doing Risky Business reenactments. "Today's music ain't got the same soul!" Wren belted out, spinning around on the floor. "I want that old time- gah!" I squealed, crashing right into Wren, sending us both to the floor. Yet again, I had slipped on my cue to pop into the doorway, and messed up the routine. I looked up apologetically at Wren, and he burst out laughing. His arms were still protectively wrapped around me, and I started to blush. "Ah… Wren?" "Oh! Sorry, Slip'n Slide." he snickered as I got to my feet. I rolled my eyes, and quickly slapped him upside the head, running into the backyard with a laugh. "Hey!" I was fourteen, and he was fifteen then. Somehow, even when two years had passed, the memory was as vivid as if it happened yesterday. "Sapphire?" "Huh?" I turned around to see my mom. She held a bowl in her hand, and she was stirring the contents furiously. "Could you put the rest of the tinsel on the tree? There's a pack left and I want all of it used up." she said, pausing her stirring to toss me the package. She smiled knowingly at me, pouring the batter into another bowl. "I'd ask you to help me cook… but you can hardly boil water without burning it." she laughed. "Ah, sure Mom." I rolled my eyes, and smiled, before heading into the living room. It was decorated modernly, yet it had an old feel to it. The grand fireplace was at the front of the room, but a flat screen tv hung above it. The color scheme was white, silver, and blue; the furniture being white, the vases and decor being silver, and the walls were a deep blue. I opened the package of tinsel, and took out a handful of the shimmery pieces, before lazily throwing them at the tree. They all caught onto a branch, and hung there limply. Walking around the tree, I tossed more tinsel onto it, until the tree almost looked metallic. "Having fun there?" "No, Wren." I smirked, and he set boxes under the tree, stacking them on top of each other. I took the chance to throw the remainder of tinsel at him. It settled on his back, but the majority of it landed in his hair. I laughed, and he stood up with a confused look. "What?" I laughed harder, and the tinsel began to fall in his eyes. He arched an eyebrow, and took some out, tossing it at me. "Hey!" I swatted it away, backing into the hall. He laughed as I retreated, and he grabbed a stuffed Christmas bear, throwing it at me. "Ouch!" I huffed, taking the bear to the head. Wren's expression turned to worry, and he quickly walked over. "Are you alright?" "Yeah… I'm fine!" I laughed, giving him a playful shove. He shook his head at me, sending tinsel everywhere. "I know you two are having fun, but it's time for dinner!" Mom called, making us immediately stop laughing, and we started to brush ourselves off, heading to the dining room. She did a great job with dinner; there was a roast and a turkey on the table, with a salad, five cheese macaroni, yams, slices of ham, breadsticks, garlic bread, sugar cookies, stuffing, and a huge carrot cake that took up 1/8 of the long table. The smell was heavenly in the dining room, and I sighed. Mom always went a bit overboard during the holidays. There were only a few guests coming over, since most of our family lived back in California. Wren pulled out my chair for me, and I sat, wishing I wouldn't blush. He sat to my right, as Dad answered the door, letting his colleagues and one of our aunts in. Soon the table was filled up with Dad's work friends chatting over cookies and expensive wine. I inwardly rolled my eyes, sighing. I missed my family, and didn't want to spend Christmas with people I hardly knew. Wren reached under the table, and squeezed my hand reassuringly. I felt my worries fade away, and smiled at him. If Wren was with me, I had no reason to be upset. --------------------------------------------------- Awh! I decided to continue this