Carl Gallagher Imagines [Discontinued]

Secret Santa *Christmas special*

Yayyy it's Christmas and as always I get gift cards.. YESSSS. Merry Christmas everyone and I hope you enjoy this day I won't because I'm a grinch.
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          As you skipped down the hallway to your classroom, you hummed the riff of jingle bells to get into the Christmas spirit since it wasn't really feeling like Christmas. When you opened the door to your classroom, you took your seat behind Carl who seemed distraught.

          "Are you alright?" You whispered, leaning forward so he could hear. "Where's Nick?"

          Carl looked back at you seeming distraught. He shrugged, "I don't know."

          Your eyebrows furrowed at his words, trying to understand what he meant. Having known Carl for such a long time you knew for a fact that he was lying but even so the situation was deeper than you thought. You tried to forget about it hut it stuck so close to your brain that you nearly crawled out of your skin to get away from it.

          After class was finished and you began to pick up your belongings until the teacher cut you all off short. "Excuse me but I dismiss you, not the bell. Ahem, anyway. Obviously it's Christmas and every year I do a secret Santa with the class. Now on the way out take a tiny card and buy the person a gift. You know how it goes." She grabbed a Santa hat filled with tiny papers off from her desk and stood at the front.

          You watched as Carl carelessly chose a card and secretly hoped he chose you. It would almost be like a Christmas gift from the heavens but you tried not to think about it much. When it was your turn, you hoped to get Carl but when you opened it- half way out the school- you found your name in the card. "If I got myself then does that mean Carl got someone else? And someone got Carl..." you frowned and crumpled your paper before stomping on it violently. Just like everyone else, you hated things not going the way you hoped.

          Taking a deep, you continued walking towards Kash and grab for you job. You couldn't exactly call it a lunch break if you had to work during and immediately after school.

          Two girls from your class came in with big smiles and giggles. "Guess who I got!" One of them exclaimed to you while placing a honey bun on the counter.

           "Who?" You fake smiled as you ran the item under the scanner and accepted her change.

          "I got Carl!" She jumped up.

          You crushed the soft burito that you had been eating in you hand, not paying too much attention to the mess you made.

          "Um.. Y/n? Are you okay?"

          "Why do you ask?"

          "Cause your crushing your burito." She pointed out with evident concern.

          "Im fine. I got myself for secret santa." Chuckling, you threw the burito in the garbage and cleaned your hands off, practically kicking the two girls out. When they were out of sight, you banged your head against the linoleum. Hard.

          *

          Considering you got yourself for secret Santa, you didn't even bother getting a gift. So as people exchanged gifts and all, you planted your face onto the cold desk and listened to all the sounds of happiness around you. This sucks. You internally pouted.

          You head Carl huskily mutter a thanks and then a counterpart giggle. It engrossed you. As you began to cringe, two hands lifted you up by the shoulders but even so you hung your head, not even daring to look the supposed attacker in the eyes.

          "Y/n look. I got you something."

          When you finally decided to stop being so stubborn and proud, you glanced up to see silver wrapping paper with a green bow. It was so neatly wrapped you almost wanted to ask who he threatened to wrap it for him. "Did you wrap this?"

          "Guys at the jewelry store did. They even- wait I just gave the present away!" Carl made a face desk as he realize the huge give away, making you laugh.

          "Carl, you didn't have to get me anything."

          He shrugged, "I heard you got yourself for secret Santa. Plus... plus I kinda feel better about things."

          You tilted your head, "things?"

          Carl smiled as if he had actually been feeling better, "nothing. Hey?"

          "Yes?" You urged him to say whatever he need to say, leaning in with intent.

          "I kinda like you." Carl smirked while cupping you chin, and planting a tender kiss on your lips.

          "Awww!" The class shouted, making you giggle.

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......ewwwwww.