"Tim," Sarah said, looking up from her own tub that she was emptying. "He searched high and low on the Internet until he found two with the original pattern. I was hormonal at the time, so I wound up bursting into tears. Poor Tim, he thought I hated them," she added laughing.
"They're cool," I said, running my finger over the tiny handprints. Did Donna have stuff stored away with my handprints? I doubted it. Clutter wasn't her thing. We had some decorations from years ago, but neither of us had dragged them out over the last four years. For all I knew, they could be in some trash pile somewhere.
Digging more through the tubs, I was intrigued when I stumbled across a Christmas village that was completely miniaturized. Unwrapping each house, I placed them on the floor around me. Each house was individualized with different types of structures and painting setting them apart from one another. Once all the houses, fifty in all, were unpacked and sitting on the floor around me, Sarah had Tim drag in a large plywood board from the garage to set up the village on. The board had been painstakingly painted with small roads and ponds that looked frozen. Multiple holes had been drilled through the board in sporadic locations to run the cords through. Sarah put the twins and me in charge of setting up the village, which we took to heart. We spent hours setting the houses and trees up so they resembled the perfect Christmas village. Once all the houses were in place, we used the fake snow Sarah had bought to add a whimsical touch to the entire thing.
"It woks good," Ashley said, clapping her hands with delight.
"What do you think, Dora?" I asked as she studied the board critically.
She smiled broadly. "It's bootiful," she said, clapping her hands too.
The twins grabbed the rest of the family so they could come see our handiwork. I stood up, working the kinks out of my neck from sitting hunched over on the floor so long.
"It looks great," Dean said, coming up behind me.
"It does, doesn't it?" I said, admiring the lit-up village in front of me. "It's beautiful," I added.
"Almost as beautiful as you," Dean said huskily, placing a quick kiss on my neck before his family joined us.
"You're insane," I whispered, stepping out of his embrace as the girls pointed out each of the houses we had set up.
Sarah and Tim insisted I eat dinner with the family that night. They wound up ordering pizzas that we ate on the living room floor while we watched Christmas cartoons with the girls.
"I had a lot of fun this weekend," I told Dean when he drove me home Sunday evening.
"I did too," Dean said pulling into my driveway. "My family really likes you."
"I feel the same about them," I said truthfully as we got out of the jeep. I didn't try to argue with him as he did his normal walk-through of my house, making sure it was safe.
"No boogeyman hiding?" I asked when he finally joined me in the living room.
"No boogeyman, though I still hate dropping you off at night like this."
"Donna should be home soon," I said, glancing at the old grandfather clock on the far side of the room.
"Well, in that case, I better head out," he said, pulling me close for a kiss. He kept the kiss simple with his hands in the safe zone. "I'm picking you up tomorrow morning," he said, breaking the kiss to look at me sternly."
"What if I want to walk?" I said, not sure I was ready to flaunt our relationship in front of everyone.
"Then I'll drive over and walk to school with you," he said, placing a finger on my lips as I started to argue. "I like you, Madison, a lot, and I want everyone to know it. I know you have some preconceived notion about how everyone will react, but you have to trust me when I say, I won't allow it. They either accept you for who you are, or they're no friend of mine."
"Isn't it supposed to be 'dudes before boobs' or something like that?" I asked. "Is it fair to throw away years of friendships over some girl you've just started dating?" I added, making it clear that I didn't expect him to choose me.
He laughed. "I'm not sure if that's exactly how the saying goes, but it doesn't apply to me anyway. I won't have to choose," he said, placing his lips back on mine.
I sighed slightly as he parted my lips with his tongue. My own tongue tentatively touched his before I became bolder. A key being inserted into the front door interrupted us, and I froze. Dean stepped away from me just as Donna opened the door.
"Madison?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at Dean.
"Dean was just dropping me off," I said with dread, wishing Dean would leave before she said something that I didn't want him to know.
"I'm Dean," he said, sticking out his hand for her to shake.
Donna studied him for a moment before replying.
"Donna," she said, shaking his hand limply. "Madison isn't allowed to have company over when I'm not home," she added, shooting a look in my direction.
"Oh, yes ma'am. I just came in to search the house since I don't feel comfortable dropping her off in a house at night, all by herself," Dean said, emphasizing the alone part.