Yogsmas - Yogscast (COMPLETED)

Day Twenty-Three - "i want it up my bum already"

On the twenty-third of Christmas, the Yogscast gave to me,

A Secretive Secret Santa - Alex Smith(Alsmiffy), Chris Trott(Trottimus), Ross Hornby(dj3max), Kim Richards(Nanosounds), Simon Lane(Honeydew), Lewis Brindley(Xephos), Hannah Rutherford(lomadia), Paul Skyes(Sjin), Duncan Jones(Lividcoffee)

All of you had somehow managed to fit inside the editor's office, gathered around the table on all of their spinning chairs with presents sitting on your laps wrapped up in newspaper so nobody could tell whose was from who. There was a Christmassy buzz streaming through the room, people laughing and joking to each other while others shook the presents on their laps with curiousity at any sounds that could come out. You winced as Alex, Chris and Ross shook theirs extra hard, having a battle of whose could make theirs make the most sound and, by the looks of things, whose could break the most easily.

Lewis eventually lumbered into the room, his own present in his hands and a smile on his face, Simon and Duncan trotting in behind him with equally as wide grins. You couldn't help but wonder as to what it was that had happened out there, but they all seemed rather proud of themselves whatever it was. You raised your eyebrows at them but none of them noticed, or at least, didn't react to it.

"Everyone's here then?" Lewis asked brightly.

"Everyone who got the invite, yeah," Hannah told him, causing him to nod curtly seeming happy with this. It was only a Secret Santa, what was he fussing so much about.

"So, we gonna open our presents yet or?" Kim asked, fiddling with the peeling back part of newspaper that just about covered up whatever was inside of hers. People had turned up early in the morning, placing their presents wrapped in newspaper in others offices as told and then, after receiving a rather indiscreet invite, everyone who had gotten the invite filed into this very office and waited rather wondrously for what was going to happen, bringing their presents with them. Yours was sitting on your own lap, dramatically cellotaped over and wrapped round several times over and you had suspicions that there was more then one layer of newspaper holding it together.

"No, not yet, we're going to open them all at once I've decided, then for the party tomorrow we'll open the proper presents." Lewis said hurriedly, gesturing to you while you nodded your heard towards him; it was at yours, much to Kyle's annoyance, that the party would be held, after all, you had a house that was big enough to fit everyone inside. Well, just about. All eyes turned to you at this, and you felt your cheeks burning a little red at the sensation of having so many looking at you all at once, especially knowing that your almost-kiss was amongst them. You wanted to sneak a glance at him now but thought it too suspicious, as far as you knew, no-one else had been told about it.

"Hurry up, this present's dildo shaped and I want it up my bum already," Smith exclaimed through gritted teeth causing laughter to burst out amongst the group.

"That's right, cup the balls, work the shaft," Sjin joked, earning more laughs - mainly from those who got the joke compared to others. Who knew that Christmas with a bunch of 20-30 year olds would end up being filled with the type of jokes that should end up in a secondary school playground. You wouldn't have it any other way though, it wouldn't be the Yogscast without it.

"I wouldn't recommend it Smith," you chuckled, causing him to look at you with a stern but playful look in his eyes.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"If you want to end up with a bleeding anus, then be my guest," you sneered teasingly back, before breaking into a smile.

"Well, that's the best kind isn't it," Chris laughed out and soon the whole room was laughing and chattering amongst each other again in animated ways while you bit your bottom lip, looking across at the Hats who were comparing different types of 'anus' that were funny to downright gruesome. You laughed a little too loudly at Ross' suggestion of the 'wasp nest' type causing him to catch your eye in amusement. He had a small proud smile on his face and you returned a small one back, unsure quite how to react. The idea that if Kyle hadn't called the two of you could be hiding - or wildly expressing - that you had shared a kiss was playing on your mind far too much lately.