"I dare you," your friend said, basically forcing you into the situation. At your age, sitting on Santa's lap was far from normal. Santa's lap was reserved for children ten and under- as creepy as that sounded. Your friend thought it would just be hilarious if you were the only older person to sit on Santa's lap, a Santa who was most likely a pervert.
With a huff, you were ready to take on your dare and stood behind the line of kids. Everyone around you gave you weird looks; kids, mothers, and even the workers. You were almost ready to chicken out but you were determined to get through this dare.
As one by one the kids in front of you had their turn, it wasn't long before you were up next. You gulped before slowly walking up the three steps that led to the Santa. You stared at the Santa with his obviously fake beard and hair and suddenly felt really nervous. Hesitantly, you sat on Santa's lap with your muscles tense, ready to get away as far as possible once this was done with.
Even with it slightly covered by the fake beard, you could tell he was smirking. His bright blue eyes sparkled with curiosity- probably wondering why someone of your age would be doing this child tradition. You would've considered the look he was giving you creepy if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't seem old at all. There was not one wrinkle to be seen on either his face or hands, but if he really was so young then why would he take a job like this?
"So, little girl," he chuckled. Even with him trying to fake an older voice, it was still obvious that he was young. "What do you want for Christmas?"
Your face bloomed red at his mocking tone. He thought it was just hilarious that you were sitting on his lap, now didn't he? Throwing away whatever pride you had left, you answered him.
"I'd really like for my friend to stop daring me to do stupid things," you answered bitterly.
He laughed again. "I'm not sure how I'm supposed to help with that, but maybe if you didn't go through with the dares you wouldn't find yourself in situations like this."
You were only amusing him with your problems and that was pissing you off. Without saying anything back, you stood up and walked away. You only hoped that no one you know saw you on line for Santa and that you could easily find your friend within the mall.
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"I can't believe you made me do that," you said to your friend, slightly angry even though you were the one who made the choice to do it.
"Oh, come on, it was funny. It's not like I made you try and seduce him or something," she said in defense.
"Still, it was embarrassing. Even the Santa was making jokes about it."
She burst into laughter. "Wow, even the fake Santa was making fun of you? Now that's priceless."
You crossed your arms and looked away, suddenly very angry with your friend. You knew she wouldn't be acting that way if she was the one who did the dare. Now that you thought about it, she was always the one making you do dares while she always refused to do yours....
Sensing your displeasement with her, she spoke again. "Alright, sorry. Anyway, I have to go home now."
You couldn't help but get even more upset when you watched her leave the mall. First, she humiliates you and then leaves you in the mall all by yourself. You were finally starting to reconsider your friendship with her.
Feeling a sudden presence near you, you looked to your left to see that someone took a seat on the bench right next to you. He had shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes that were focused on his phone. With his ripped jeans, tattoo, and ear piercing, he looked like a lot of guys you've seen around, but you didn't recognize him specifically. You gave him an odd look, wondering why he was sitting next to you of all people.
Feeling your gaze, he looked up at you and gave you a bright smile. "Oh, hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to seem weird by sitting here. All of the other benches were taken."
That was true enough, as far as you could see your bench was the only one that wasn't completely occupied. You nodded in response, a little cautious to start making conversation with a complete stranger.
He leaned back and stretched his arms in the air. "Ah, I finally got out of work, I'm exhausted. Actually, now that I think about it, I think I remember seeing you where I work," he said with a smirk tugging on his lips.
"Oh, really? What store do you work at?"
He ignored your question as his smirk grew wider. He sat up straight again and turned to face you.
"My name's Sting, by the way. What's yours?"
Sting.... That was an odd name but you didn't question it.
"I'm (Y/N)," you replied, starting to warm up to the guy.
"So, I was really surprised when I saw you sat on Santa's lap."
You froze, your face blooming pink with embarrassment. "You saw that?"
"Yup. Where I work, I had a front row seat to watch that. But I don't mean to embarrass you, there's really no need to be. What's so wrong with reliving a childhood memory?"
You nodded, feeling a little better from his words. But then you realized what he said. He had a front row seat to watch. There were no stores around where Santa is that would allow workers to be able to see you..... That's when everything clicked.
"No fucking way," you said, suddenly recognizing that smirk of his and his beautiful blue eyes.
"Now that was very naughty of you to say. Santa might not be giving you any presents this year," he told you with a laugh.
"Why the hell are you the mall's Santa? Are you some sort of pervert?" you asked, suddenly worried about who you found yourself communicating with.
"I needed money and the last mall Santa quit and they were desperate so they hired me. Trust me, this isn't exactly my dream job but I like kids so I don't mind it too much."
"I guess that's understandable," you said. He seemed sincere and as hard as you tried to see it, he didn't look or act like a pervert in any way.
"I have to get going, but I really enjoyed talking with you. I hope you can come visit me at work again," he said with a slight laugh before he smirked once again. "And I hope you know that I'm really looking forward for you to sit on my lap anytime."

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