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

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*Daniella's POV*

23rd December - 2 days till Christmas

"So what would you like for dinner tonight? Your pick," Mum asks and I look up from my phone.

"Can we have your homemade lasagne?" I suggest, the words slipping out of my mouth before I've even realised. I hesitantly look up at mum to see that she's stopped washing the dishes. I bow my head and curse myself for bringing it up. "I'm sorry," I quickly apologise. "I just...I didn't mean to say that."

She sighs and I watch her put the plate down. "No, it's fine," Mum says quietly. She turns around and I see that same vacant look that occupied her azure eyes for so many years. "We have to move on someday. We can't just keep on living in the past." She sighs again and her shoulders slump. "W-we can't be afraid to do anything that reminds us of your dad. If my homemade lasagne reminds us of him, so be it. The jokes he would make about my food." She laughs lightly at a distant memory and I smile.

"I'm glad you're trying to move on mum," I reply, getting up and hugging her. Ever since dad died, anything and everything that reminded us of him was thrown out. Mum didn't want to believe it but once it finally sank in, something stirred inside of her and she didn't want to be reminded of him anymore. She loved him, but she loved him too much to point where any memory of dad caused her physical pain. We weren't allowed to talk about him and even memorabilia of him are kept in a box in the corner of the shed.

"Let's get making this lasagne then," She says and starts getting all the ingredients out.

"Do you need any help?" I ask, picking up a packet of chillies.

"No that's fine honey. Thanks for asking, though. If I need help, I'll call for you."

"Ok," I reply and go back to my seat to see a message from Cameron.

Cameron

They're at it again

Me

Who is?

Cameron

Kyle and Bryony?! Who else?!

Me

Jeez, how am I supposed to know you're talking about them?

What are they doing now? Are they invading your personal space?

Cameron

Worse

Me

What could be worse than having your personal space invaded?

Cameron

I'm shuddering from even having to type this out

Me

Whoa. It must be something incredibly bad

Cameron

I think...

They're...

Doing the deed...

I immediately drop my phone and push it away from me as if it's scalding hot.

"Is everything alright?" Mum asks, turning around and eyeing my phone.

"E-everything's er, fine," I stammer, quickly picking it up to prevent her from seeing Cameron's text.

Me

WHAT THE ACTUAL FÜCK?!

MY EYES HAVE BEEN BURNED FOREVER!