5SOS LAND

Christmas with Luke

When you woke up, you noticed two things.

1. Luke isn't in bed with you.

2. The house smells like slightly burnt cookies.

Oh, dear, you thought to yourself, before jumping out out of bed, and immediately sighing the moment you see yourself in the mirror.  Luke insisted-- no wait, he begged for you two to wear ugly Christmas sweaters because it "fits so well."

Your ugly Christmas sweater has Santa riding in his sleigh, along with his reindeer, and Rudolph going, "Happy Holidays!"

It's truly an embarrassment, and you can't believe you agreed to this.

You shake your head at the stupid sweater, before walking downstairs to see what your tall, idiotic, adorable boyfriend is doing.

The moment he sees you, he bursts into laughter, pointing at your sweater.

"Hey, at least I'm the one with a drunk ass snowman on theirs!" you defend.

It's true.  Although his sweater doesn't have a cheesy caption on it like yours, it does have a snowman all dressed up in Christmas theme colors, with a big, dopey smile on its face, and overall it just looks really drunk.

"I know, (Y/N)." he giggles. "You're the one who agreed to this."

"Yeah. . . And now I'm questioning why."

"You did it because it makes me happy, and you love me."

"Guess that's true." you shrug.

"Indeed." he says, and leans down to give you a kiss. "I love you."

"Love you, too." you say.

"I kind of made cookies. . . but I almost killed them. . . so I had to call Michael for help, but he said he was busy, so I had to deal with them by myself." he says.

"Why the fuck would you ask Michael to help you with baking?" you laugh.

"I don't know!" he giggles. "He was the most recent person in my contacts."

"Okay, first of all, I can't you believe you would ask someone like Michael to help you with baking. And second of all, why is he the most recent person in your contacts, huh? Are you having an affair, Luke?" you say

He gives you a funny look. "What? No--"

"Dammit, Luke." you sigh, and place your fingers your eyebrows, making it look like you're stressed. "Why didn't you tell me? I trusted you, and you go around having an affair with that Clifford kid."

"Babe, what the fuck?" he giggles.

You try to keep a stern face, but his giggling is just too cute, and you find yourself grinning.

"I'm gonna go get your present."

"Okay, I'll wait here." he says.

You skip off, and go upstairs to fetch his present, that you wrapped and hid under the bed.  For his present, you made him a scrapbook, full of all the stupid, and silly pictures you've taken together over the few years you've been together.  And as a little bonus, you got him some new guitar picks, that you knew he really wanted.  And a handwritten letter to tie it all together.

Smiling, you walk back downstairs, with his present in your arms, and walk over to the couch, where Luke is waiting.

"Finally." he says sarcastically.

"Oh, whatever. Here's your present."

"Thank you." he smiles, giving you a kiss on the cheek, before ripping the paper off of whatever is underneath it.

The moment he sees it, his eyes light up, and a big grin forms on his face.

"(Y/N), did you do this all on your own?" he asks.

"Yup."

"Wow." he breathes. "I love it. There's so many embarrassing pictures in here."

"Yeah, I know. Mainly you." you tease.

"Actually, that's true. I look stupid and embarrassing in all of these pictures, while you look cute and beautiful."

You blush a little, before changing the subject. "There's a little bonus."

"Really?" he asks, sounding like an excited child.

"Yeah. A card--" you hand him the card. "And these." you say, and him the guitar picks.

"Oh, my God! I wanted these and-- you--you. . . wow." he says.

"Thank you, babe."

"You're welcome." you smile. "Now cone on, read the card, you dork."

"Oh, right." he giggles, and opens up the card, clearing his throat, before reading it. "Dear Luke, merry Christmas. You're really stupid, but I love you. Can't believe this is our third Christmas together. Either you really love me, or you feel bad for me, and don't wanna leave me to be a loner for the rest of my life. Either way, I love you lots. Also, next year we are NOT wearing these dumb sweaters."

"Wow." he says, after reading your letter.

Then he sets it, along with the scrapbook and guitar picks aside and walks over to you.

"I loved your letter. And speaking of love. . . I guess it's my turn to give you my present." he says.

"Luke, it's Christmas, not Valentine's Day."

"I know, (Y/N)." he says, and grabs your hands. "Just sit down, babe."

You sit down, and watch him leave the room and go upstairs for a minute.

When he comes back, he's got his hands behind his back.

"Close your eyes, and put your hands out." he commands, and you do so.

You sense Luke coming closer to you, and next you feel something being put into your eyes.

You hear Luke inhale deeply, before exhaling, his breath shaky. "Okay. Open your eyes."

Smiling, you open your eyes and look down, only to find yourself gasping as you look at what's in your hands, with wide eyes, and jaw slacked.

"L-Luke. . ."

Luke grabs what he put in your hands, and gets down on one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

"I-I. . . Luke. . .L-Luke. . ." you say, but struggle to get anything out.  You're truly at a lost for words.

"Babe?" he says, and you can sense the nervousness in his tone.

"Yes." you manage to get out.

"Wait, what?" he jumps up. "Did you say yes?"

"I did." you giggle.

A huge smile appears on his face, and he engulfs you in a tight hug.

"I love you. I love so much." he mumbles against your skin.

"I love you, too." you say, as he puts the ring on your finger.

Next thing you know, you're cuddled up, togther, having stupid conversations, underneath the blankets and eating the slightly burnt cookies, that Luke also attempted to decorate and make them look "Christmas-y".

What a wonderful Christmas, you think to yourself, and it really is. 

Your boyfriend proposed to you in an ugly sweater.  Oh, how perfect.