Luke's Crazy California Christmas
Luke's Crazy California Christmas
Cindy K. Green
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Luke's Crazy California Christmas
COPYRIGHT 2015 by Cindy K. Green
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Publishing History
First Watershed Edition, 2015
Electronic Edition ISBN 978-1-61116-538-8
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To all who read Andrea's book and asked to know more about Luke, this story is dedicated to you.
What People are Saying
Praise for Andrea and the Five Day Challenge (Book 1 in the Aubrey Christian Academy Series:
This is a well-written YA novel for the Christian young woman and provides lots of points for discussion. I very much recommend this book for young women as well as their mommas, and I'm definitely looking forward to more books in this series! Thank you, Cindy K. Green, for writing such a fantastic, wholesome book for the young women in our lives.
~T.Mock
What I enjoyed most about Andrea and the 5-Day Challenge is that she reminds me of me when I was a teenâquirky but hopeful. Andrea's life is a roller coaster, overwhelming at timesâbut she paves her way through challenges and doubts by leaning on her friends, her faith and a wonderful young man who sweeps into her life. With humor and heart, Cindy K Green puts us right in the middle of Andrea's world, which is a treat.
~Award winning author, Marianne Evans
I absolutely fell in love with Andrea. She reminds me so much of me at that age. I was just like her when I was in school. This book was an easy read and one that I think any young girl would love. This is a book that will be greatly loved by girls of all ages. The message it presents is very real and inspirational.
~Boundless Book Reviews
The name of the Lord is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.
~Proverbs 18:10
1
A trip back home to California. I knew I should be excitedâecstatic evenâafter living in North Carolina for four months. The problem was that I wasn't. Not jazzed. Not overjoyed. Not thrilled. Not even one little bit, especially with Dad violating our agreement.
I ran a hand through my hair and blew out a breath. While gripping the cellphone tighter next to my ear, I clamped down on my teeth.
Hold it together, Luke.
That would take some real work, because I was about to lose it. “Why, Dad? We already had an agreed-on date. Why are you making this change, and why all the short notice?”
“It was just convenient and⦔
“Convenient for whom? Not for Mom or me.”
“I agree it's a little sudden, but wait until I tell you my surprise.” His enthusiasm had me worried. I started pacing the length of my bedroom. “I got you an interview appointment with admissions at UCLA for the day after you arrive before they close down for winter break.”
I shook my head. He knew that's not what I wanted, but when had he ever cared what I wanted?
“That's great.” I was pretty sure my voice lacked conviction. “But it's still not what we agreed on last fall.”
“It's only three days earlier. I don't see what the big deal is. I have a friend who works for the airline who helped me change your ticket without charging a huge fee. I thought you'd be pleased.”
He thought he was working in my best interest, but I'd told him my college plans back in October, and it hadn't seemed to faze him, which sure didn't make me anymore interested in attending UCLA next year or being anywhere near California. Wasn't it bad enough that he'd divorced Mom and for all intents and purposes abandoned us...except when it suited his purposeâlike ruining my Christmas vacation?
“Anyway, I emailed you the airline itinerary this morning. I'm looking forward to your visit.”
It got quiet, as if he expected me to reciprocate. I'll admit there was a part of me that missed California and my friends. I even missed Dad...sometimes. I definitely missed the weather. But I wasn't exactly looking forward to this trip with eagerness. Not right now. But if I told him that, then he'd ask when would be a good time, and I just didn't have an answer. I figured he didn't want to hear “Never” or “Maybe this summer.”
“I'll see you Monday then.”
“Yeah, see you. Bye.” I disconnected. After tossing the cellphone on my bed, I dropped into the chair in front of my desk. Well, wasn't that another stellar exchange with my father.
I glanced at the gift-wrapping project I'd been in the middle of when Dad called. The sparkly red wrapping paper crinkled as I pulled it flat across my desk again. I measured the box against it and began cutting. Wrapping presents wasn't my forte, but maybe it would take my mind off of that conversation.
The warmth in my face amped up, and I felt like punching the desktop, but I'd probably only make a hole in the cheap particleboard surface. This whole situation made me angrier than it should. I needed to chill out, accept this trip, and just go with it.
A visit to the batting cages might be in order this afternoon. It was a great way to grind out my frustration, smacking those balls into a fence.
“Luke⦔ Mom spoke just outside my door. She tapped on the wooden surface.
I scrambled with the paper and present. In my rush, I knocked one of my baseball trophies off the desk and onto the hardwood floor. “Momâ¦give me a second⦔ I replaced the trophy on the desk. Trying not to completely destroy the paper, I folded it and her present together and stuffed them inside the desk drawer.
Mom walked on inside while removing her realtor blazer. “What are you up to? How was church?”
“It was good.”
“I hated missing services today. I'm hoping this is my last Sunday on duty for a while.” She took a seat on the bed and gave me that thorough mom once-over examination. “What's wrong?”
“Who said anything was wrong?” I swung around in the chair so that I faced the desk and could avoid Mom's impenetrable brown eyes.
“I know that wrinkle between your eyes. Did your dad call?”
I should have known I couldn't get anything past her. It didn't work when I was a kid and sneaked cookies before dinner, or when in middle school I crept out of the house at midnight with my friends to the park. “Yeah, he called.” I turned back to her. “He changed my ticket. I leave tomorrow at 6 AM.”
“Tomorrow?” Her thin brown eyebrows shot back on her forehead. “But we haven't done anything to get ready.” She sprung to her feet. “We need to start a load of laundry and get the suitcases down from the attic.” She took a step toward the doorway with her cellphone in her hand while clicking through to her calendar. “I'll have to see if Val can take over my appointments tomorrow morning.”
“Don't worry about it, Mom. I did laundry yesterday. I'll go get the suitcases and pack and everything. I can take care of it. I bet one of my friends will even get up early and drive me to the airport.
She rotated back toward me with a tired smile and leaned against the doorframe. “I'll drive you. I want to drive you.” Her smile cracked wider. “Even if I have to get up before the chickens start crowing next door.”
“Oh, don't remind me!” The early-morning hours and I were not friends. And that rooster and I had become mortal enemies over the last several months. At least there was one positive in staying with Dad over Christmas break. I might actually get to sleep in.
~*~
You know how they say girls are made of “sugar and spice and everything nice”? Yeah, they're totally right. I kissed Andrea again. She smelled sweet. She tasted like sugar and cinnamon. Maybe it was just her lip gloss. Mmm, yeah, definitely
cinnamon
.
Andrea pressed a hand into my thick fleece jacket, subtly breaking off the kiss. Her face was rosy with wind-blown cheeks. The late-afternoon sun glistened in her round green eyes and off the pink color of her smiling lips. This was her gentle way of tugging me back.
I hadn't intended for the kiss to grow so intense, but something just took over inside of me. I needed to be close to her and let her know how important she was to me. Words just weren't enough. Words were cheap. Words could change or be proven false. Actions were what mattered. I had to break my news to her, and knowing Andrea, she wouldn't take it well. With her superhero fascination, maybe I should just draw it out comic-book style. Then maybe she'd laugh and find a way to forgive me.
She took my hand. “Are you going to buy me a cup of coffee or what, Luke Ryan?” She smiled, and I could tell she sensed my mood. Her hand felt chilled in the cool December weather. A sudden wind whipped crunchy brown leaves in a circle at our feet as we stood beneath a tall maple tree.Â
“Of course, Miss Jamison.” I smiled back. “That's why we're here, isn't it?” I squeezed her hand as we ambled toward the door of the Coffee Cup.Â
Christmas carols hummed through the speakers as we entered the coffee house. Green and red strands of garland looped through the exposed ductwork in the ceiling and drooped down the brick walls of the industrial building. In a corner near the arcade, a seven-foot-tall Christmas tree glowed with multicolored lights.
It sure is beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
I loved Christmas. I mean, who doesn't love Christmas? Decorations, presents, the birth of our Lord and Savior. Lots to love here. But Christmastime meant that compulsory visit with Dad and traveling all the way across the country away from my new home, my new friendsâ¦away from Andrea.
A nervous flutter rumbled in my stomach as I glanced at her. Last October she'd made me work awfully hard to prove to her how much she meant to me. And now I had to leave her for over ten days. What if she forgot me? What if she realized I wasn't actually all that important to her everyday happiness? But what choice did I have? Dad wanted me in California over Christmas break. My first chance to have a possibly white Christmas, or at least experience a few flurries, and I was being commanded back to the land of sun and sand.
Being seventeen was supposed be empowering, as if you're on the cusp of independence and adulthood, but somehow it just made me feel more powerless than ever. I hated being unable to control my own future.
After ordering, I carried mugs of coffee to a secluded table in the back.
Andrea slid one of the mugs closer to her as she took her seat. She eyed me with those pretty green eyes. Her lips twitched. She wanted to say something but she held back, waiting on me. “Lukeâ¦what is it?” she finally blurted out after another minute of silence between us.
“What's what?” I shrugged.
She smiled then breathed in a deep breath and released it. “You have something on your mind. You have all afternoon, right?”
She knew me too well. She might be busy with piano at her new performing arts school, but when I really needed her, she was there for me.
“OK, yeah. I have something on my mind.” I took a sip of coffee. “I, uh, well, you know I'm going to spend Christmas with my dad.”
She nodded her head and a slight frown tipped the corners of her mouth. “I know.”
“And I was supposed to leave Thursday, but Dad changed my ticket. I'm leaving tomorrow.” I braced myself with another sip of coffee, awaiting her response.