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[indent][indent][indent][color=lightgray]Sunshine had a tradition of going to her family's old house in Brooklyn for major holidays. Christmas was - of course - one of those said holidays. Unfortunately traveling by yourself for the holidays and arriving at a house that served as a closet for old memories was, well…. Sad. 

She had spent Christmas Eve with her aunt and uncle out of respect. They had never been the most festive people, but had managed to put up a small tree and a few decorations this year. Sable had gotten them gifts, and they did the same for her. Her present was just a few candles, but it was the thought that counted. Besides - she loved candles, and they were nicely scented. 

To cut down on the sad this year, Sunshine had decided to invite Shawna. Explaining the situation to her friend had been a bit of an awkward conversation, but only on her part. She had never liked talking about her family, but something told her that Shawna would be okay with being an emotional buffer and shoulder to lean on. Thankfully, Sunshine had been right. 

The pair arrived in Brooklyn on Christmas day, luggage in hand. The money for the property taxes, upkeep, electricity, and other such things came out of Sunshines trust fund account each month, so they were able to stay at the house without problem. First on the tour was the kitchen, bathroom and other standard rooms. Then came the more personal spots. While she had mentioned and shown Shawna her parents bedroom, she didn’t go in the room, but rather stood at the door. Sunshine used to find herself going in the room to look at things of her mothers, but ever since her father had died, it had just been unbearable to step foot in there. Thankfully her bedroom was still a safe place.

While staying there, the girls had baked cookies, watched movies, burned the candles her aunt and uncle had given her, and shared happy memories from their childhood. Sunshine didn’t bother to mention it for the sake of not making anything awkward, but she was glad that happy memories were being made in the house again. 

Among staying at her parents' house, Sunshine gave Shawa a tour off all of her favorite spots in town. Favorite restaurants, clothing stores - you name it, they most likely went there. 

Now back home and unpacking her bags, Sunshine couldn’t help but think of her favorite moment during the whole trip: the kiss in Time Square as the ball dropped on New Years. 

Champagne induced, their first kiss had been what Sunshine would call perfect. 

She and Shawna had to catch their flight back home the next day, and neither of them had mentioned the kiss in conversation. For Sunshine, it was a matter of not wanting to mess up their friendship. For Shawna… Sunshine didn’t really know, but assumed the same thing. 

One thing was for sure though. 

If Shawna had felt the same way about the kiss Sunshine did, then there [i]was[/i] something there, and it wasn’t all in Sables head. If not, then they could hopefully just go back to being friends and forget that it ever happened. 

Which path they were about to find themselves on, Sunshine didn’t know. However she did plan to find out.


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