White Christmas.

❅ Three ❅

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I had a hard time falling asleep that night. I was under the covers in what Joe called my room but actually wasn't, I felt so comfy and I loved how the bed just curved with me to make me comfortable. There was a knock at the door and I moved the comforter away from my face and fixed my hair before telling him he could enter.

"Hey you okay," I nodded my head giving him a big smile as he walked into the room. "Good...so I was wondering if I could ask you a question." he looked over at me, I just let out a giggle.

"Dude, you gave me shelter... you can ask me anything you want," he laughed slightly and sat on the end of the bed as I sat up and crossed my legs now looking at him as I kept the covers over my bottom half not wanting to get cold again now that I was completely warm.

"How did you end up on the streets?...You don't have to give me all the details...I just think I should know why since you're staying with me.." I giggled and ran my fingers through my hair as I looked at him.

I let out a sigh, "Once I was finished school, my parents kicked me out and basically told me to live on my own. Since I had no work experience, no money and no home, nobody would hire me. So I ended up going to a homeless shelter but about two months ago something happened and I just decided not to go back. So now I sleep on the bench in the park...I've been arrested a few times because of it but now here I am." His face was in complete shock.

"Well what happened that you would chose to live on the streets instead of in a building where you could be warm?"

"I was almost raped," his eyes widened as he looked at me and I looked down at my hands now playing with my fingers. "Nobody really cares in a homeless shelter so they just let things happen, so I left and I didn't go back. It was better sleeping on the bench then going back to the shelter."

"I-I-I" he was a loss of words.

"I'm fine.." he shook his head at me.

"Being raped is nothing to be fine about, even if you were almost raped I can't believe that you had to go through that." For the fifth time today I looked at him funny.

"Are you gay?" he looked at me funny and shook his head.

"Uhh...no, why would you ask me that?" he scratched his head.

"I've never met anyone who's been so nice and then not be gay...so I was just checking..." He chuckled a little bit.

"I can assure you that I am nowhere never being gay.." I gave him a soft smile for the reassurance.

"Good to know...now about this fake girlfriend thing...how is that suppose to work, and why would you want to pretend that you have a girlfriend?" I continued to play with my fingers.

"Well my parents always look out for me but they think being 24 years old I need to keep my mind off work and have a distraction. So I've been telling them that I've been seeing someone even though I haven't. Then my mom calls and asks me to bring her to there house for Christmas and then I saw you, you were just so still and shivering so that's when I came up with this. But I was sorta watching you seeing if you were crazy or not I didn't want to just approach you." I smiled slightly.

"Well you did a good job...I really look forward to those hot chocolates in the morning, they definitely kept me warm."

"Well your welcome but we'll talk more in the morning...apparently we've been together for almost a year now so you have a lot to learn and we should probably come up with something for you." I rubbed my face, thinking of something.

"A model," I smiled and looked at him as he looked at me funny, then he thought about it.

"That's a good idea. We'll start tomorrow, but for now. just get a good nights rest," I smiled and laid back down as he laughed at me.

"Night," he smiled and then closed the door behind him leaving me alone in the room.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of deliciousness. I couldn't wait to have food. I stepped out of bed, preparing for the cold, but it wasn't cold.

I slipped a robe on and went downstairs, the scent got stronger. I headed to the big kitchen and saw Joe cooking. "Morning." he smiled at me. I sat down at the bar as he passed me my plate.

He sat next to me with his, he told me the plan for today, "If we're going to make this seem real...I decided we need some photos of us...to show them.." I just nodded my head.

"We don't have to go out of the house. Since I'm a photographer, I got everything here." he chewed down his food.

He took me to his basement, his fully furnished basement. He showed me the outfit he wanted me to wear and he brought over a friend to do my makeup. I was all dressed and walked out,seeing Joe setting up his camera.

We took pictures like we were at the park and some were a bit awkward but I got use to it. We took some pictures of us 'walking around Central Park'. I changed clothes for the 2nd to last set of photos. I had on a short white dress with my hair in a loose waves. Joe was in jeans with no shirt. He had an attractive body if I had to be honest.

We sat on the grass outside as he told me to straddle his lap, which I did. He placed my hands on his face as he place his hands on my waist. I was a bit nervous. "Don't tense up, relax.." he told me and I tried. His face got closer to mine like he was going to kiss me and I just smiled. I heard the camera go off.

"I know this is asking a lot...but we need to do at least one kissing picture.." he looked at me. I took a deep breath. I nodded my head. Joe got up and put the timer back on. He sat back down and I straddled his laugh again.

Our lips slowly landed on each others and once they were connected, I felt sick. It wasn't because he wasn't a good kisser. I was just disgusted that we're kissing and I don't even know him. I felt the food come back up.

"I...I..." I couldn't finished, I rushed to the nearest bathroom to throw up.