Santa's My Boyfriend || j.g [DISCONTINUED]

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*Daniella's POV*

22nd December - 3 days till Christmas

"Ow, ow, ow, ow."

"Stop complaining Dani," Bryony whines. "You've been saying ow for the last 10 minutes!"

I glare at her. "Ow," I say one more time just to spite her and she rolls her eyes at me.

"I don't get why you even got your nose pierced in the first place if you're just going to cry about it," She says, getting into the passenger seat of my Mini Cooper.

"I'm not crying!" I exclaim. "I'm just simply voicing my pain out loud."

"So basically crying?"

"No, not crying."

"Well, then you're complaining. So shut up and suck it up."

"Geez. What a lovely sister you are," I mutter under my breath. I start the car up and get onto the road, driving back home.

"If you're going to get your belly button pierced, I am not coming along. I've been through it once and I don't want to go through it again."

"What do you mean you've been through it once?" I ask suspiciously as I try to fumble with the radio without taking my eyes off the road.

"Shít," She says in sudden realisation. "Nothing, I saw my friend get her belly button pierced and it looked painful."

"Bullshít. You got your belly button pierced!"

"Shush! Not so loud!"

"Like anyone can hear us. We're in a car. Does mum know?"

"No. And you are not going to tell her, ok? She's gonna kill me if she finds out."

"Why?"

"She's so against belly button piercings. Does mum know you went to get your nose pierced?" She asks.

I bite my lip. "I guess we have to find out." I laugh nervously and keep my eyes set on the road.

"Oooo you're gonna be in trouble!" She teases me and I roll my eyes at her. "Why did you get your nose pierced anyway? If you know it would hurt this much, why bother?"

"One, I didn't think it would hurt this much and two, I just felt like it. Spur of the moment really. I could have gotten a tattoo but I don't know how mum feels about that. Now don't tell me you've got a tattoo as well."

"Nope. I'm clean."

"I'll believe it when I see it. On second thoughts, I don't want to." I stop at a traffic light and wait for it to turn green. I look up and see the dark clouds emerging and quickly forming together to create numerous colossal clouds. The traffic light turns green and I speed ahead, making sure I still keep in within the speed limit.

As soon as the first couple of drops of rain fall on the window, I turn wind wipers on as more drops of rain follow. By the time we get home, the rain is falling relentless icy sheets, eliminating most of the snow. I frown because I was hoping that college would be closed for a few more days. If only we had a snow storm come our way.

"My hair is going is get wet!" Bryony wails.

"Are you kidding me? You only have to run inside. It's not like you're going to be outside for hours and hours."

"Easy for you to say. You've got hair that isn't worth saving for. This hair colour is unique and I don't want to ruin it."

"Píss off Bryony. You're not the only one who cares about their," I mutter in scorn. I park my car in the driveway and start to get out.