You and Charlie were enemies. Kinda, you didn’t hate each other but you didn’t liike each other either.

This winter your family and his family were renting a cottage together for the holidays, because the parents are very good friends.

You and Charlie were walking upstairs to your room, (you had to share because it wasn’t enough rooms.) and at the top of the stairs hung a mistletoe in the arch way.

“Ironic, mm?” He said with a grin as he looked down at you.