one shots

A Christmas You'll Never Forget

Warnings- smut, mentions of homophobia, language

"There's too many lights." I mumbled as I climbed into my car. My girlfriend Marisa rolled her eyes while I started the car and drove off.

"You're silly, Daniel." Marisa giggled  while she looked out the window. I cringed at the use of my full name.

No matter how many times I told her to call me Dan, she either forgot or refused, because she never did. It's not that big of a deal, because I don't like her anyway. Our parents wanted us to date, and I'm not ready to come out yet, so we've been dating for almost five years.

Dating her hasn't been the worst thing, because she's not overly annoying and is one of those girls who believes in waiting till marriage (which I will not let happen), but our relationship feels like an ad you can't skip on YouTube. A five year long ad.

And here I am on my way to eat Christmas dinner with Marisa's family. Like I have every year, for the past five years. She's never asked if I wanted to see my family every once in while, but when Marisa gets mad, she gets petty, so I've never bothered to bring it up.

I've thought about braking up with Marisa more times than I can count, had day dreams about it, even, but I've never gone through with it, because even though I'm gayer than hell, it's nice to have someone around. I know, I'm being a dick and leading her on, but I can't even picture coming out to my family, and I don't want to be alone in that.

But, the more I thought about it, sitting there in that car, listening to her talk on and on about Christmas with her family, I realized I couldn't take it anymore.

"Marisa..." I said, taking advantage of a break in her words.

"Yeah, Daniel?" she asked, turning towards me in her seat.

I focused on the road and not her face.

"I'm- I'm breaking up with you." I said quietly, my eyes still trained on the road. Marisa didn't say anything for awhile, and neither did I.

"Pull over." Marisa demanded eventually, and I obeyed. She climbed out of the car and grabbed her bag, not saying a word to me as she started to walk down the road.

I felt a pang of guilt as I watched her for a second, but decided she would get over it before pulling back out into traffic and passing her.

I didn't really know where to go now, but I knew it'd be another holiday spent alone.
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Phil's Pov

"But mum, it's Christmas!" I protested, still packing my bag.

"I don't care. Get out." So I did. I finished packing, threw on my coat, and got out. Because even though I didn't want to spend Christmas by myself, I didn't want to lie about who I was anymore. I came out to my parents because I thought they wouldn't care, but apparently, I was wrong.

I pulled my suitcase along the side of the road behind me as I walked, slowly, occasionally kicking the concrete beneath me. And then it started to snow.

"Are you shitting me?" I mumbled, pulling my hat out of my bag and shoving it on over my hair.

Endless cars passed me, not a single one stopping.

Until one did.

I didn't really notice at first, since the snow distracted me. I'd always liked the snow, even now.

"Need a ride?" someone asked, causing my head to snap up. A truck was idling next to me, a brown haired boy yelling at me from the drivers seat.

"Yeah," I answered, looking through the snow at the boy.