Under the Mistletoe

Heyo! Rose here! I decided to give an attempt at 11 days of Christmas...stop judging me. I know it's 12 but like I got too distracted yesterday. Now, even as I searched for good prompts that only pertained to winter or Christmas, I saw it lacking. I'll be breaking tradition and this will be a really scattered 11 days! I'll throw in winter for festivities but eh! Let the 11 days begin!

First Day of Christmas

*Warning: Extremely cheesy, and short, also a curse word or two. You have been warned. *

◇─◇──◇─◇──◇─◇──◇─◇

Prompt:

◇─◇──◇─◇──◇─◇──◇─◇

I am April Mayweather, and I am telling you how a plant saved my horrible Christmas. I am a ant, boring job I know, but it pays swell. The morning I got up on Christmas eve to go to work, is the moment I knew today I'd going to suck.

I didn't have all those movies bosses, the ones who were mean for no reason, I have a very kind boss. She just was too kind. Some employees took her for a doormat, which also meant notorious absents. That's why I was trying to tie loose strings.

  "Yes, I'm still coming in, don't worry," I murmur into the phone, buttoning up my shirt. I lean my head back, irritation already covering my brain, as she starts to thank me again. The conversation ends soon after, most for my fib that I need to get some food. The breakfast was nothing but a small granola bar.

I rush out my door, making to lock it. My car beeps as I press the unlock button. My head falls back as I slide into the car, head rolling back, closing my eyes. Mental preparation. I start the car up, driving to my destination.

  My phone rings as I drive. Now, I am a adult but let's be frank. Who doesn't talk and drive? Even once? Well goody two shoes bravo. I am not one of those. Blindly, I slap my hand around and finally find the phone I was searching for it. Once my fingers brush the device, I grasp it and slide it open.

  "Hello?" I answer, still paying attention to the road.

  "April? So glad to hear from you!" I mentally gag. This is my co worker, Brad. This man has no limit. Most men leave if you tell them enough times to leave, yet he didn't get the hint.

  "Brad, no. Whatever you are going to offer, the answer is no," I sigh, shaking my head at him. The silence that fills the space shocks me.

  "I am just wondering if you want help for your over time, but okay." He ends the call soon after.

  I felt the slightest bit of guilt, making me groan. As I pull up into the parking lot, I grab my phone. :

  'Call him? Say what? Sorry for being a bitch to you?' I shake my head, sliding my phone away. I open my car door, heading into my work place. I will not bore you, - but to say the least, worst day ever. I end up with two, almost three, stains on my shirt. The person who came before me placed files in the wrong place, making me search. Not only that but my boss went into the hospital, heart attack.

The day left me quickly, so when I lay back in my car chair all I feel is my energy drain. I grab my phone. There was a single text. )

Brad: Meet me for beers? Probably not, but worth a try.

  I sigh at his persistence. I suppose there is no harm in just going to try it once. I pull off from the job, indecision shrouding my mind. I step out of my car, groaning in pain. 'My legs ache,' I think.

  I grab my purse, shuffling my way to the door. I huff as I bump into another. My huff dies as Brad looks down at me. He smiles, before his eyes flickers up. He rubs the back of his neck, then with an awkward chuckle, he points to the mistletoe above our heads.

  I throw caution to the wind, kissing him, nerves frazzling. He yelps, before smiling, kissing me back.

I guess persistence does work, with a little mistletoe.