Chapter 22 : Christmas Eve
Date Of Upload : 08/25/2016
Date in Story : 12/24/2016

Sarah's Point of View

I woke up, in a strange place where am I? Oh, right I'm on Joe's sofa I need to check my phone. It is half past eight and Joe isn't awake yet?

I decide to drag off of this be-sofa! "Wanting anything to eat?" Joe asks, "Sure, anything... Wait, anything that is edible and tastes nice! I say going up stairs to see what I have to wear, all there is is my jeans. "Joe!? Can I borrow one of your shirts!?" I shout downstairs. "Sure! Remember to give it back?" He shouts back up confused.

I walk through to his room, looking for a shirt. I can find his underwear, jeans, sweats, jackets, oh there are the shirts. I pick a nice burgundy top, I put it on and it is giant on me. Then I remember that I have to meet up with Mark... At 12, way to spend my Christmas Eve. "Breakfast!" Joe calls, I go downstairs to see a English brekkie. "Cheers bro." I say him giving a smirk. Cocky much? We sit down and we chat about what we got others for Christmas. By the time we eat our breakfast and chat it is around about 11:30.

"See you later Broceph, thanks for the hotel." I say hugging him, he hugs me back. "Where are you going?" Joe asks, "Shopping?" I say, "Don't be back too late!" Joe shouts as I leave his apartment.

Then I make it to the closest Costa, where he'd meet me. I walked in and saw him looking me up and down in disgust sending anxiety waves through me. I sat down and he said to me...