Christmas was a strange time of year. Especially when you didn’t even celebrate the Holiday. Not that not celebrating it had ever stopped Lavender from liking it…you couldn’t escape it this time of year even if you tried to it was…everywhere. Christmas music blaring from the radio and playing in stores, lights twinkling everywhere you looked…unless you somehow managed to shut yourself up from the end of October until well past New Years…there was no escape.

Not that Lavender really wanted to escape either, she had a tree, and was even now decorating the little four foot tall piece of seasonal furniture. Of course, she kept it hidden in her room away from the prying eyes of her family…there was no need for questions about what her faith was doing…for her, Christmas had nothing to do with faith, and much more to do with…the fact that she honestly liked how the lights twinkled.

As Lavender placed another ornament on the tree, she sighed and moved to slump onto her bed, crossing her arms over her chest and just…trying to zone out. There was one bad part to this time of year too…and that was the horribly crushing feeling of loneliness that felt as though it were crushing her sometimes.

Especially now, she hadn’t heard from Rhona at all since the party with the spiders…and she missed her. It felt as though a part of herself was just…missing. Gone.

This was supposed to be the Christmas where she was happy. Where she had someone to share it with, like in those stupid movies that played over and over on the Hallmark Channel…useless movies designed to make people feel worse about the fact that they were single.

A cruel trick of the season, clearly.

Drawing in a deep breath, Lavender scooted backwards on the bed, careful not to crush any of the ornaments that were strewn across it, but finally finding enough room, she curled up, clutching one of her pillows to her chest.
It just didn’t feel fair. Why wasn’t she good enough to keep someone interested? How hard could it be to have a stable relationship with a beautiful girl who actually cared enough about her to call. Or visit. Or…just not forget about her.

Because that’s what kept happening. She just kept being forgotten. She was two for two…and she was willing to place big money on the fact that if she did manage to find someone else to cozy up with and maybe even kiss a little…she would eventually end up being three for three.

It wasn’t fair.

After a few minutes of allowing herself to wallow in the self pity she was accruing, Lavender finally broke her pose and snatched her phone from the pillow, checking once again to see if perhaps this time Rhona had called. Or texted. Or Facebook poked her.

But there was nothing. Still.

And she was starting to realize that there would never be anything again.
It was over.

And that sucked. So badly