Christmas

                                    

                                          
Woo! Three Page Part! Go Me!
                          
.....I am so late D:
                          
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Your POV
                          
You awake to your alarm blaring, telling you it was ten in the morning. You slam your hand down on it, rubbing your eyes and groaning; You were up til three making sure you had everything packed, knowing you'd regret it later on. 
                          
You pick up your phone, seeing that Mark had replied with his own 'Merry Chirstmas', along with if you would like to get together.
                          
'Sure, is 1pm okay?' you reply.
                          
You go to the kitchen and start up the coffee maker, leaving it to go to the bathroom and get ready.
                          
As you get out of the shower and wrap a towel around yourself, there is a knock at the door. You quickly dry off the rest of your body before going over to the door, trying to look out the peephole.
                          
'Ugh, right. Forgot they painted it over. Lazy maintenance...' You think as you open the door, gapping it only a little.
                          
"Hey," he says peeking around the corner of the door, then looking away, a light blush on his cheeks, "Ah... sorry."
                          
You readjust your towel, lightly blushing as well, "Hey, what's up?"
                          
"I didn't get a reply so I figured I'd check on you," he was still looking away.
                          
"What?" You leave the front door to check your phone, seeing it had died. You sigh and plug the charger in, "Apparently, my phone hates me."
                          
You hear him laugh, but he soon stops, his voice sounding nervous, "Can I... come in?"
                          
You look down at the towel, and think a bit before saying he could. You slip into your room and change into a pair of sweat pant and a v-neck shirt. You come back out and see him facing towards the closed front door.
                          
You giggle, "Mark, look at me....MY BODY IS READY!"
                          
Marks POV
                          
I nervously shift as I walk backwards into her apartment and keep my eyes on the door as I close it. I hear her move about, and then giggle.
                          
"Mark, look at me...," I raise an eyebrow, and begin to turn, "MY BODY IS READY!"
                          
I jump and turn to face her, not knowing what I was expecting. I see her just standing there, fully dressed. She begins laughing uncontrollably and my face turns five shades of red. I look away, continuing my nervous shifting.
                          
"Th-that wasn't cool..." I stammer out.
                          
"Oh?" She asks, coyly, still in a giggling fit, "Are you disappointed?"
                          
I clear my throat, not responding. My eyes catch something that looks like a tiny shrub with light adorning it, presents resting beside it. I smile, putting up my index finger as I walk out, returning shortly after with two of my own presents, setting them under the tiny tree.
                          
"Mark, you didn't have to," she says, walking up and looking at the presents.
                          
I smile, letting out a small laugh, "I know, I wanted to..." I pick up one of the presents addressed to me, "the same goes for you, you didn't have to."
                          
She sighs, but a blush covers her cheeks, "Yeah, but, I figured I'd pay you back for all the crap you've had to go through."
                          
"Yeah, yeah."