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Over the River and Through the Woods, p.1Lacey Weatherford
OVER THE RIVER
THROUGH THE WOODS
A Christmas Novella
With Bonus Holiday Dessert Recipes
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Over the River and Through the Woods
Copyright © 2013 Lacey Weatherford
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For my sweet little daughter, Callista (a.k.a Lissy), and my cute little son, Tye (a.k.a Tye Bo).
Thanks for coming to give Mommy hugs and kisses while I’m writing! I love you both!
“Oh my gosh! I can’t wait to go home for Christmas break tomorrow. It’s going to be so much fun!” Noelle, my roommate, exclaimed as the two of us packed our suitcases in our dorm room. “All the parties, family, food, fun, and presents—it will be a blast.”
“I agree. My whole family will be there too. I can’t wait to play with all my nieces and nephews. It’s kind of like a loud, crazy circus; but it’s still so much fun being together.” I was interrupted by the phone vibrating on the bed next to me.
By the time I ended my phone call with my mom, my mouth was watering. She told me all the wonderful things she’d been cooking in preparation for our arrival. “I can’t wait for some of her cherry cheesecake and Christmas pie. Those are two of my most favorite things to eat. Well, unless you count Aunt Sally’s brownies. Those are pretty awesome.” I attempted to close the top and zip my very over-packed suitcase, full of clothes and presents, as well as toiletries for my two week vacation. “Of course, I won’t get to enjoy any of it if I don’t survive the ride home.”
Noelle glanced at me and rolled her eyes dramatically. “Please, you will survive just fine. It was nice of Micah to offer to take us after Christian’s truck broke down. We could’ve been stranded.”
Christian was Noelle’s boyfriend, and Micah’s best friend. We’d all gone to the same high school before heading off to Ivy College together. We had all been good friends until I caught Micah kissing one of the cheerleaders, at school. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal, except he was my boyfriend at the time. We’d been steady dating for two years and I’d fancied myself in love with him. Not anymore, though. I’d hated him ever since. He never even tried to apologize to me; so we’d spent the rest of our senior year avoiding each other, the animosity between us growing steadily stronger.
Now I was going to be stuck in a car with him for two and a half hours. Thank goodness Christian and Noelle would be there as buffers. Otherwise, I might have considered slitting my own wrists to get out of the trip.
“You two really should try talking to each other to see if you can come to some sort of agreement and get along. Chris and I hate having to bounce between the two of you all the time, worrying we might offend one of you.” She crawled onto the bed and sat on the lid to her suitcase, attempting to zip it closed.
“He’s had plenty of opportunity to apologize to me. Besides, I think he’s enjoying being the campus Casanova. I swear I see him making out with a new girl every week.”
“You sound jealous,” Noelle replied, grunting as she dragged her suitcase off the bed and over to the door.
I scoffed. “Not jealous, grateful; ecstatic even, as well as a bit sad for the poor girls. They’ll all find out what kind of guy he is, sooner or later.”
Noelle sighed heavily. “Micah is an amazing guy, Felicity, not to mention gorgeous. You can’t deny it, because you used to see it, too.”
“Yeah, well, I was wrong. We all know how that turned out.” Placing my suitcase beside hers, I turned to face her. “So, what else do we need to do? There is that party my teacher is throwing for the music students, tonight. I promised I’d help out. She’s counting it as the rest of my work study hours, which will give me a little extra money for next semester.”
Noelle quickly glanced around. “I think we are done here.”
“All right.” Grabbing my white coat, I slipped it on before shoving my feet into my tall, fur-lined snow boots. “I’ll see you later tonight, then. It will probably be after eleven, so don’t worry if I’m late.” I wound my white, cable knit scarf around my neck and dug my matching gloves out of my pocket.
“I always think you look like a snow angel when you go out in that get up.” Noelle laughed. “All that light blonde hair against your white clothing. I keep expecting you to break out in Christmas carols or something.”
I laughed heartily as I reached for the door. There were far worse things than angels to be compared to. “Have fun with Chris tonight.”
“Thanks, I will. Be careful on your walk to the auditorium. There was a lot of ice on the sidewalks, earlier; although I saw the grounds keepers spreading salt to keep it under control.”
“Will do,” I replied, stepping from our room into the vacant hall.
Most of the students had already left campus and were headed home, even though there were still a few parties scheduled, tonight.
It was already dark out as I carefully made my way across campus, toward the large auditorium. The Music Department party was being held in the Greenroom and I promised to arrive an hour early to help Mrs. Wimble set up. Here and there I passed a student or facility members hurrying on their way; but, for the most part, I was alone.
The sidewalks were, indeed, still icy, even though most of the snow from the last storm had been shoveled away. Piles of it still covered the ground, marred with thousands of footprints from people walking across the grass. Glancing up at the black sky, no stars shone through the heavy cloud cover. Another big storm was predicted for tomorrow and most people had left campus in an effort to beat it. I hoped it would hold out long enough for our little group to make the trip back up the mountain to our small town, Evergreen. If not, we would be stuck here until they re-opened the roads. That idea didn’t appeal to me at all. We’d already discussed that possibility when Chris’s truck broke down. As much as I hated to admit it, it had been a blessing that Micah had offered to take us all back home.
Stomping my feet to remove any loose snow, I opened the auditorium door and proceeded down the hall into the warm building, thankful to be out of the bitter cold. Music was already coming from the Greenroom and when I enter
“Hi, Felicity!” she greeted me warmly, from the top of a small step ladder. “Bill and I got an early start on things, but I still need help setting up the banquet tables for the food and decorating them. The DJ should be here any minute to set up, too.” She pointed to a large box next to the door. “Everything you need should be in there.”
“Got it!” I shrugged out of my coat and accessories and carried them over to one of the chairs against the wall.
The party was in full swing a mere fifteen minutes after people began arriving. Students were on the make-shift dance floor, shaking it up to popular favorites as well as holiday music. The DJ worked the crowd well, mixing genres to keep everyone happy, and having a good time. From my spot behind the refreshment table, I couldn’t help but laugh at some of the shenanigans going on as several guys got together and attempted to strut their stuff to a popular line dance. They really were awful.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing stuck behind the table?” A tall, cute, blonde guy smiled, his eyes drifting over me before returning to my face.
“I’m here helping as part of my work study hours,” I explained.
“Oh, I see. Well, do you have to stay here or can you join me for a dance?”
I glanced to where Mrs. Wimble was setting out a new tray of cookies. “Go on, Felicity, Bill and I can take care of this for awhile. Go have a little fun.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, knowing I was here to work.
“Positive,” she replied with a smile.
Stepping from behind the table, I walked toward the dance floor, the guy following a step behind me. “My name is Felicity.” I stopped, turned and held my hand out to him.
He shook it gently. “So I heard. I’m Chance, by the way.” A slow song started and Chance quickly swept me into his arms. “How come I haven’t seen you around before? I’m assuming you’re a music student if you’re working in this department.”
“I am,” I replied, resting my hands lightly on his shoulders as we swayed. “But I’m not in the choir, band, or orchestra, like most of the students here. I’m doing private study for piano. So, most of my time is spent alone, in a practice room.”
“Well, that’s a travesty.” He stared down at me, a slight twinkle lighting his eye.
“What is?” I asked, not following.
“That you’re always locked away where none of us can appreciate your beauty.” He chuckled and I had to work to avoid rolling my eyes. This guy was definitely a player; but, for some reason, I still blushed. “Had I known there was such a beautiful angel drifting around campus, I would’ve hunted you down a long time ago.”
I laughed and tried to casually brush his comment off. “Yeah, I don’t get out much. I have a pretty heavy schedule.”
“Maybe things will lighten up and I’ll see you next semester, then.”
“Maybe,” I replied, noncommittally.
“Are you going anywhere for Christmas?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m headed home tomorrow. I grew up about two and a half hours from here.” For some reason, I was reluctant to tell him the name of my town.
“Well, you better head out early. There’s supposed to be a big storm coming.”
“I heard. We plan on leaving first thing in the morning.”
“We?” he asked.
“My roommate and her boyfriend.” I didn’t bother to acknowledge Micah would also be coming along. The song started drawing to a close.
“Look me up when you get back. Everyone in the music department knows me. Maybe we can grab a burger or something?”
“Sure, thanks.” I returned his smile as another student came up to us.
“Can I cut in?” he asked politely.
My gaze drifted over to Mrs. Wimble, who signaled for me to keep dancing. Smiling, I nodded in acceptance as the newest stranger placed his arms around my waist.
“I’m Derek,” he said with a boyish grin. “Where are you from?” The conversation between us ran much the same as the first; and by the end of the night, I’d met half the male music student body.
It was late when I stumbled into my dark apartment, tired and ready for bed. Turning on the small lamp on my nightstand, rather than the overhead light so I wouldn’t wake Noelle, I was surprised to find her bed empty and made. A piece of paper rested on it. I picked it up, hurriedly reading through it.
I tried to reach you, but couldn’t ever get an answer. The auto place called right after you left to tell us Chris’s truck was fixed already. We went and got it and are headed home. I called Micah when I couldn’t get a hold of you. He said he will still pick you up in the morning and bring you with him. Sorry about the change in plans.
See you there,
“No!” I shouted, crumbling the paper into a ball and throwing it angrily at the wastepaper basket. This was horrible! How could she do this to me, knowing how much I detested Micah? Now I had to spend two and a half hours alone with him! This was going to be pure torture!
Dragging my phone from my pocket, I saw the reason for the missed calls. It was dead. Tossing it onto the nightstand, I flopped onto my bed with a groan, burying my face into my pillow. “Two and a half hours! Two and a half hours! I swear I am going to strangle you when I see you again, Noelle!”
My alarm went off, causing me to jolt awake from where I’d fallen asleep, fully clothed, last night. Grumbling, I rubbed at the kink in my neck before sitting up with a sigh. I was excited at the anticipation of seeing my family, but it wasn’t quite enough to overcome the dreaded trip home with Micah I was facing. Grabbing my clothes for the day, I slowly headed for the shower.
An hour later, I was bundled warmly in my coat, hat, scarf, and gloves, peering out the window of the dorm lobby, waiting for Micah to arrive. I’d fallen asleep last night without putting my phone on the charger, so I had no idea if he’d tried to reach me. Assuming plans were still the same, I was ready by our previously arranged time.
Glancing nervously at the stormy sky, several small snowflakes were already dotting the air, drifting toward the ground. There didn’t seem to be any sign of them slowing, either. Restlessly, I paced the lobby, finally dragging my suitcase over to one of the lounge chairs and slouching down into it.
He was late. Or he’d left me. I had no real way of knowing. Cursing myself for not charging my phone, I looked around for an outlet. Locating one, I quickly dug my phone out of my purse and plugged it in before settling back into the chair. Maybe I could get a bit of a charge while I waited.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Let’s go.”
Startled awake by the sound of Micah’s voice, I hadn’t realized I had dozed off. I glanced at the clock in the lobby. “You’re late,” I said grumpily.
“I had a flat tire. I sent you a text, didn’t you get it?” My eyes wandered over him, hating that he looked so incredibly perfect. A gray knit cap, pulled nearly to his eyebrows, covered most of his dark hair, showing only his sideburns; but it made his bright blue eyes pop, even more. I used to love the way those eyes sparkled when he looked at me.
Sighing, I stood and grabbed my suitcase. “No. I forgot to charge my phone.”
He gave a small grunt, his gaze travelling over me, before he abruptly turned and headed out the door. Dragging my heavy suitcase after me, I fumed silently, pausing to grab my phone on the way out. What a jerk. He didn’t even offer to help me.
The snow was already coming down faster, making me even more nervous about this ride. Following Micah to his car, I watched as he popped the trunk for me and stood by the driver’s door. Groaning, I finagled the suitcase into the opening, shoving hard to get it to slide into the compact coupe next to his only piece of luggage, a well-packed duffle bag.
“Do you think you brought enough stuff?” he drawled, continuing to watch me as I slammed the
Thank goodness, I thought, as I shrugged out of my warm coat. He brought music. That should help fill the awkward silence. Immediately, I regretted my relief when crude, offensive sounding rap began shredding my ears. “Do we have to listen to this?” I complained. “You know how much I hate this stuff.”
He flashed a grin at me, his beautiful straight, white teeth causing my breath to catch. His smile was one of my favorite things about him—if I still had a favorite; but I wasn’t the only girl who had fallen prey to that movie star grin, either. “Yes, I remember.” He turned the music up louder, purposely antagonizing me.
“I see you’re still a jerk,” I said loudly, crossing my arms and turning to stare through the window.
“If I was a jerk, would I be here?” he asked, as he pulled from the parking lot. “I guess there’s still time to kick you to the curb, if you’d like.”
“Just concentrate on driving and forget I’m here, okay? We’re starting out so late, we’ll probably end driving through the dang blizzard. I hope we make it home alive.”
“Again, there’s still time for you to stay here if you’re feeling so put out.”
“I would consider it if I knew it wouldn’t make my mom cry if I didn’t come home.”
“Well, there it is. We can’t upset your mom. It would break my heart to see her cry.”
I knew he was being serious. He loved my mom; probably because she fed him like a king every time he used to come over. She loved Micah, too, and had encouraged me to work things out with him; but I wasn’t the one who screwed up—he was.
“I miss your mom. I always liked visiting with her.”
“Too bad you cheated on me and ruined all that, huh?” All the hurt he’d caused me rushed quickly back to the surface and out of my mouth before I could catch myself.
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