This is a Vanoss Crew (aka Banana Bus Squad, aka the Dupe Group) AU where they're Greek gods and goddesses. So bear with me, it's a very special story to me because I love both ends of what this story is. This is kind of a read it and go along with...
"I can't believe that you still take Christmas way to seriously for an adult."
"Shut the fuck up bitch." Tyler looked at Craig. "Don't tell me how to live my life."
"IT'S CHRISTMAS ITS CHRISTMAS ITS CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS."
"Jon it is December 18th calm the hell down."
"At least we have the trees up. That's the worst part." Brock said to you.
"I just want my Christmas wish to come true." You murmur to yourself.
"Guys! Guess what?" Evan walked in. "Brian?" he stopped.
"Yeah?"
"Uh, why is a selfie of you on the top of this tree?"
No one had noticed. But snickered away.
"Because I'm a star." and he struck a fabulous pose, before Tyler had composed some water and ruined the picture.
"Well, back to what I was saying. Guys, Christmas this year is gonna be fire emoji, fire emoji, 100, swag yolo and lit."
🔥🔥💯
"Well I'm gonna kill myself." Craig said.
"We are doing a secret Santa, so it'll be pretty great." Evan concluded.
"Meet back here in twenty." Jon said.
So we did.
Twenty minutes later everyone sat in a small circle on the floor.
"We've never done secret Santa before. I'm excited." Tyler said.
"I hope I don't get someone stupid." Marcel slumped down. "Like David."
"Ha focking ha."
"Okay, well I'll pass around this hat and everyone draws a name. Under no circumstances will you tell someone who you got. It defeats the purpose." Jon said, heavily emphasizing no circumstances. Like the aura around him grew dark and his eyes seethed hatred. He can be a scary individual.
"Okay, Evan's gonna go first cause he's Evan." Tyler handed the hat to him.
Once it started to pass around the circle, you felt a bit nauseous. 'What if I get Marcel? I don't know Marcel. Or Tyler? He's kinda mean.'
"Kay (Y/N) its your turn." Brian set the hat in your lap and you reached in quickly and pulled out a small slip of paper.
Hurriedly you passed the hat to Brock and sighed.
'At least that's over,' you thought as you cover the paper with your hand, to shield it from view of the others, to read what was written on it.
In a beautiful calligraphic handwriting, the name mocked you.
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