I was out shopping for last minute Christmas gifts earlier today. My mom convinced me to bring my younger brother along, mostly because he was harassing her with questions of whether or not Santa would show up as planned.

    Knowing that my mom only exchanges her gifts if they aren’t super exclusive enough, I turned all the merchandises at Macy’s upside down to check for one that had lots of figures on the price tag.

    While Sebastian and I took a deserved snack break, I suddenly met Sammie. I haven’t seen her in a long time either, so I would call that a big co-incidence. Out of all of Lex’s friends – the rest of the members in her band – I always got along best with Sammie. I could hang out with her without Lex being around and she never made me feel uncomfortable. I mean, Lex’s other friends are nice too, but they were never really my friends. I could talk to them but I often felt misplaced, like they were talking over my head, even if I know they weren’t.

    Jeff had informed her that I’d asked about Lex yesterday and Sammie had time to sit down and have a chat before she continued with her own Christmas shopping. My dear brother took up most of the time, telling Sammie about what he’d done in school and what sort of gifts he thought he’d get. He never shut up, and as soon as he ran out of things to say he got bored and wanted to leave, pulling my arm every time I made an attempt to say something to Sammie.

    Long story shorter: Sammie handed me a flyer, telling me that she and the band would perform at a nightclub on Christmas Eve and that I was invited. I’m sort of in between making a real decision if I should go or not. The club is located a few blocks away and I think I’ve been there before. I’m not sure if Lex would be very mad or only a little mad if I showed up. Jeff would most likely kill me for not staying away.

    Maybe I don’t even have to meet her. I could go there, listen to her beautiful voice and then stay as far away from her as possible. She shouldn’t even have to discover that I’m there – in theory, at least.

    I need to find someone to bring along. I might come off as stalkerish if I show up there all alone, only to see Lex perform. Mac, my brother who’s only two years younger than I am, definitely wouldn’t object if I told him to come to a club with me.

    The gig isn’t until tomorrow night at 10:30, so I have plenty of time to think out phrases for my imaginary conversations with Lex. Luckily I memorized the time and the club’s name. My baby brother Alex ate most of the flyer when I wasn’t looking.