People Imagines

Christmas with the Sturniolos

"Wake up!" Chris yelled as he came into your room.

"Hm? What happened?" You asked, frantically sitting up.

"We have to open presents." Chris excitedly said.

"I thought something happened Chris! What time is it?" You voice groggy.

"It's 6 in the morning!" He smiled proudly.

"We aren't little kids anymore Chris, we're 19." You laughed.

"Come on! Mom and dad said it was okay!" He complained.

"Okay, I'm coming." You stretched your body out, yawning.

Chris grabs you and pulls you off of the bed.

"Hi, baby. How'd you sleep?" Your mother asked.

"Good, better if your son didn't wake me up." You yawned.

"Santa came!" Chris screeched.

"Chris, you are 19 years old. Santa isn't real." Nick sassed.

"It's still a fun tradition, Nick. Now let's open presents!" Chris shouted.

Matt walked over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in for a hug.

"Mornin." He mumbled.

"Morning." You said.

"I got you the best gift by the way." He chucked.

"You always do." You laugh at your brothers words.

"That is such a lie. I always get you great gifts!" Nick exclaimed, offended.

"You all get me good stuff, I'm just playing around." You explained, sending a wink at Matt who just laughd.

"Y\NN, can I open your gift?" Nick asked.

"Yep! Took me forever to find it." You laughed.

He opens the bag and a bright smile shows up on his face as he pulls out the yellow sweater with smiley faces on it.

"Oh My God! I've been wanting this forever, thank you so much." He cheered and hugged you.

You laughed and hugged him back.