Love At First Sight

16 year old Tiffany Gaines is living in her car while her parents are going through a divorce. As she walks home from school, she meets five very attractive boys. Thy all become friends and then Tiffany is realizing that she gets a wierd feeling when she is around one of the boys in particular, Zayn. Does this mean true love, or is it just he anxiety of meeting up with the boys to hang out?


10. Christmas Present.

*Two Months Later.*

I was up in my room, reading THE HUNGER GAMES. The phone rang. I picked it up from my table and answered it. "Hello?" I say. "Tiff, can I come over?" I hear Zayn say. "What for?" I ask him "I just wanted to bring you your early chrstmas present." "Oh, sure," I say. "See yah." "See yah," he says and hangs up the phone. In five minutes, th door bell rang. "MOM! I WILL GET IT!" I scream. "OKAY HONEY!" she screams back from her room. I opened te door, and there Zayn stood. Somethin was wrong about this image, though. He said he was going to bring my christmas present, but his hands were empty, to his sides. "Hey, Malik," I say. "Hey, Gaines," he says. "So," I say akwardly. "Ready for your present?" he asks. "Yeah," I reply. He takes a step closer, and points up. A mistletoe was hanging from the door frame. I blushed. He pulled me in, and kissed me. Not passionatly, but it was still a very good feeling. I could hear my mom was about to walk down the stairs, but she tried to back up slowly, not making any noise. She failed. I can feel Zayn sensed her, too. When he pulled away, he looked at me straight in the eyes, and smiled. His smile was so sweet. "So did you like your christmas present?" he asks. "Yeah," I say. "I actaully did. Are you ready for you're christmas gift?" "Yeah," he said, looking confused yet excited.  I grabbed him my jis jacket, and pulled him in for a kiss. This time the kiss was passionate, and I can feel him smile. I pulled away and said,"Did you like your christmas present?" "You bet I did," he asnwered, a huge grin on his face. "You wanna go up to my room?" I ask. "Sure," he says. "MOM! ZAY IS HERE! I WANT YOU TO MEET HIM!" I scream. "OK HON! I"M COMING DOWN IN JUST A MINUTE!" she screams back. "Come on, lets go to the living room," I say to Zayn. He stomps his feet on the porch, letting the snow fall from the souls of his boots. He hung his coat on a clothes hanger, and I led him to the living room. My mom came down the stairs. She greeted Zayn, and I introduced them to each other. "Nice to meet you, Zayn," she says. "Nice to meet you, too, Mrs.Gaines," Zayn repliess politely. "I've heard a lot about you," she starts. I roll my eyes. "Oh, have you?" Zayn asks, glancing at me. "Yes, she has," I told him. "I tell my mom how much f a very good friend you are. All the positive things about you." "So I have negatives, too?" he asks jokingly. "No, no," I say. "That's the point. I tell her everything about you." I see Zayn's cheeks getting pink. "Yes, she has," mom says. "I think you can be very good best friends." "Anyone want some hot chocolate?" I ask. "Oh, yes, please, Tiffany," mom says. "OK, I'll be back with three cups of hot cocoa in a minute," I say.  I rushed to the kitchen. "I'll let you two talk to each other." I closed the door, which was no use, because I can still hear them. I got out three mugs and put in hot chocolate powder. I poured water into the boiler, and waited for it to go off. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I overheard my mom and Zayn talking. This is what I've heard.

"So, how have you been, Zayn?" my mom asks.

"I've been fine, Mrs. Gaines. How about you?" Zayn says.

"I'm fine. Are you and Tiffany and item?"

"Oh, no, Mrs. Gaines. We are just very good friends."

"Oh, come one now, Zayn, don't try to hide it. I'm fine with it if you are. That would be so sweet."

"Well, to tell you the truth, we are. You're daughter is very sweet. I fell in love the very first second I lay my eyes on her."

"That's very good to know. All of her other boyfriends were suck jerks. I can tell you aren't like them. Please don't prove me wrong, because, to let you know, I don't always like that."

"Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Gaines. I won't proves you wrong."

"Oh, that is very sweet of you, honey."

The bolier went off. I poured the hot water half way, stirred the hot chocolate, poured in milk, stirred it, and put in some marshmellows. I opened the door, and took the mugs in my hands. I have one to Zayn, mom and kept one for myself. "So, Tiffany, I was thinking," my mom started. "Can you bring down your guitar and play a song for us?" "Um, sure, mom," I say. I run up the stairs. I walk into my room, and retrieve my guitar from it's stand. I trun off the lights and run back down the steps. I plump on to couch, and then ask, "So, um, what sng should I do?" "Can you play Use Somebody by Kings of Leon?" Zayn asks. "Uh, yeah sure," I say. I start to strum, and then sing. Zayn and my mom look at me with fasinated with what I'm doing.

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