No one ever thought Bryce would end up with a girl like her. Obviously damaged, innocent, unattached to social media, quiet, no drugs, no alcohol, no addictions, very sweet. She was raised as a black sheep in a large, rich family in a small town.
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I grin across the counter at Bryce, finishing the popcorn for our double Christmas date.
"Why are you so excited?" He laughs, watching me as I walk around the island. I giggle, setting the two bowls down before jumping onto him. He catches me under my thighs, immediately connecting our lips. I smile, pulling away and saying,
"Because I have you again. I have my person back in the best way possible. And, I get to have my first real Christmas with you. And Amelie and Blake. But," I smile dorkily as he returns the same one, "This is the first of many with us, right?"
"You know it Sweets," I grin widely at him before kissing him again, "You look sexy in my hoodie," He smirks against my lips, making me laugh.
"Ey, ey! Innocent eyes!" Blake laughs walking in with Amelie, jokingly covering her eyes. Bryce rolls his eyes as I jump down to run over and hug Amelie. She sets the presents that were in her arms onto the counter as we collide. We both squeal, jumping up and down.
Blake walks over to Bryce and I hear them both joking about how they might as well leave now.
"No! We have a whole night planned!" Amelie giggles, walking over and gripping Blake's arm. I smile, watching them and the pure love in their eyes. I see Bryce gazing towards me, and I smile at him. I turn around and walk out though, knowing it'll annoy him.
I go into the living room, moving the two beanbags that Triller sent over a while ago so that we can sit in front of the tree to do presents and we can watch a movie or something after.
As I stand up fully, I feel two arms loop around my waist and Bryce's chin in my shoulder. I smile, leaning back into his shoulder as the other two run in, falling into the bean bag. I look around, noticing that no one brought in any of the snack bowls I had laid out, nor any of the presents that Amelie brought.
"Really?! Do I have to do everything?!" I jokingly throw my arms up in the air and stomp into the other room. I hear the laughs behind me, and I smile lightly.
I struggle to stack the bowl of mnm's, the bowl of KitKats, and the bowl of Cheezits on top of the two bowls of popcorn.
I loved this set of cool containers, bowls, and such that some company sent the boys but none of them liked it. So the minute I saw them a yesterday, I knew I needed to use them every possible time I could.
I carefully set the precarious pile on top of the three boxes that Amelie set on the counter. I walk as slowly as possible, after picking it all up, and enter the living room.
"Rory, oh my god!" Amelie jumps up from her place next to Blake, running towards me to grab the top half of the pile. I laugh nervously as we set everything up, the presents joining the rest under the tree, and the bowls in between the two seats.
