Bloomy December

A story of love and destiny

Hi! I am December and with December I mean, my name is December. Yes, a weird name. My parents had to pick this name for me because I was born in December. When I was a child I thought I had the coolest name but eventually growing up, I found out people didn’t right swipe on my tinder profile just because my name is December. I wonder why people think I am cold and sly just because my name is December. Anyway, enough of my name, I am super excited about the new day of my senior year. I am excited because it’s going to be the last year of my high school and I no longer have to deal with sham people anymore except for Camellia who I have been crushing over for three years.

Camellia makes me believe in the possibility of perfection. Camellia has eyes like the blue sky, hair like a flowing river, cheekbones as sharp as a blade, glistening skin, and a body like it was sculpted by God himself. I see her in the corridor every day, I pause and stand still to admire her outrageous beauty. Does she know I exist? Luckily, yes! When I pause in the corridor just to look at her, she smiles at me, and before I can say “Hi” she passes by. Well, it’s Camellia and a smile definitely works for me.

Beep! Beep!

Oh, that must be her. Molly is the only friend I have in school. We have been together since we were little. We used to live next door but eventually, she had to move out of my neighborhood. That didn’t break our bond. She comes to pick me up every morning for school.

I gulp in the half sandwich I had in my hand and hurried to get in the car. “Woah new denim, eh. Looking fly!!!” she screams on top of her voice. “Yeah, let the whole town know,” I say as I sit. “ So you excited for the coming Easter Party?” “What! Not another party. I am so done with it.” I say adjusting my bag on the backseat. “Come on Dec, it’s our last year. For once, at least try partying like a normal teenager.” I am not much of a party person while Molly would lure me into any party happening around. Being her best friend I had to stick around too. I don’t like parties because it’s over-rated. I just think we should give more worth to enlightening and engaging talks rather than jumping on some music for the whole night. Yeah, call me old-fashioned. “When is it?” I ask. “Tomorrow?” she says nervously. I need a whole week to make up my mind to go to a party. “Not happening.” “ Oh please Dec, who knows we may not be together after high school. Just for once, please please.” Molly exactly knows how to convince me. I can’t say NO to her either, after all, she has been with me since day one.

We reach school and the posters for the party could be seen vividly even from the farthest distance. You should see the aura of a school announcing party, crammed with vigor. We get handed over with posters as soon as we get out of the car. Wait wait wait!! Is Camellia coming towards me? I turn around to check. Before I could realize she says, “Seems like you are coming too” looking at my hands full of posters. “Oh yes!” I say trying to look calm and relaxed. “See you tomorrow then,” she says in her angelic voice. It’s not like I had not talked with pretty girls before but something about Camellia makes me feel in a different way. Something I haven’t felt before. The ardour I have for her leaves me in great surprise too. I have talked with her before too but since this is the last year, I wish to see and talk to her, even more, every day.

Later in the evening, Molly drops me my clothes for the party. I couldn’t be more thankful. She is a life savior.

Today is the party day.

Sorry Dec, can’t pick you up today. EMERGENCY. Get going.

Molly texted me. I am frazzled by the fact that I have to go alone now. I collect all of my guts together and why shouldn’t I? I am a grownup ass now and I can take myself to a party. I persuade myself. I call an Uber.

I find myself a chair alongside a round table and sit there with my eyes fixed at the door waiting for Molly. Someone comes by my side, the sweet aroma pulled my attention and to my surprise, it is Camellia. She sits next to me adjusting her gown. My heart skips a beat as I see her. Doesn’t she look lovely? Hell yes! “Why are you sitting alone? Where is Molly?” she asks. While my dumbass, still hypnotized by her beauty asks “ And why are you so beautiful?” After blurting out the whole sentence I realize what a stupid question it is. She laughs and says “Well it’s not me, the dress glammed me up. By the way, look at you!” Did she just compliment me? I am on cloud nine. I say “Thank you” blushingly. We are having a casual conversation and it turns out that she does know a lot more about me than I thought. That gives me a sort of relief. The music breaks in and everyone gets up to dance. I notice her slender fingers drumming the table and head harmonizing with the music. “Hey! Wanna dance?” Kevin asks her, with the smirk I hate so much. She looks at me and says YES awkwardly. Am I jealous? But why? This isn’t right. I try to calm myself down but I can’t stop but look at her dance with him. She looks at me too as if I should go rescue her. I now can’t think of anything else but go grab her. I leave my table and pace towards her. She sees me coming towards her. She slowly takes her hand off Kevin’s shoulder and stands still like she had been waiting for this moment like she had been waiting for me to come with eyes full of love for her. I am confused by the way she is looking at me(happy confused). I hold her hand and take her to the corner. I hold her by her both arms and tell “I love you Camellia.” Never had I thought I would tell her the words I have been saying on my mind for three years. What did I just do? I think I am going to regret this forever. Dec, you are stupid. I pity myself because my confession could be a joke to her. She seems startled but flattered at the same time. I am again confused. She feels my hand by her arms and says “ Dec, you are cold. Let me get you my coat.” My angelic side praises my temerity while my devilish side reminds me of the worst consequences. The devilish side wins and I hurry outside in shame. Shame? For what? For loving someone?

Camellia follows me like a little puppy and stops me. She turns me around by her hands around my waist and kisses me. She whispers, “ The feeling is mutual my girl!” I check if I am dreaming, turns out my dream turn into reality instead. The love I could have never imagined even in my wildest dreams. I run my fingers through her hair and we can’t help but blush looking at each other. I will love her until eternity.

Being a girl I always thought I had a weird name. I was named December so I could find my Camellia. As Camellia needs December to bloom. My Camellia also needs this December to complete herself. We were destined to be together. December is nothing but cold and gloomy without the bloomy bright Camellia. When love comes, it doesn’t come in gender. It comes from the hypothalamus and the hypothalamus surely can’t differentiate love in gender.