0830grr: tell
0830grr: me
0830grr: who
0830grr: it
0830grr: is
heymoon: i said no
heymoon: bc you can't keep your mouth shut
heymoon: s t o p a s k i n g
0830grr: breen
0830grr: i would never tell dallon that you like him
heymoon: omg for the last time it's NOT dallon
0830grr: uh huh sure
0830grr: whatever you say
heymoon: why do you wanna know so bad??
0830grr: curious
heymoon: i'll tell you if you tell me who you like
0830grr: ...
0830grr: who said i liked anyone?
heymoon: there has to be someone that you like
heymoon: if you wanna know who i like, then tell me who you like
0830grr: ok
0830grr: at the same time then
0830grr: on the count of 3
0830grr: sarah
heymoon: sike
0830grr: you fucking asshole
0830grr: i was jk about sarah
0830grr: so haha
heymoon: im sure you were.
Who the hell am I kidding.
Ryan will never like me like that.
I ignore his texts and plug my phone into the charger, setting it on my nightstand. The stars are glowing on the ceiling. They remind me of Ryan because we always stare at them when he comes over. But not tonight. He's probably day dreaming about Sarah and here I am, thinking about him.
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"Merry Christmas!" My dad shouts happily as he walks into the living room, wearing a Santa hat and Santa pajamas.
I raise an eyebrow at him and try not to laugh.
"Brendon, come help hand out gifts," he says, volunteering me for the fourth year in a row. I groan as I get up and sit on the floor next to the tree. "Don't sound too enthused, now," he laughs.
We pass out gifts to my mom and brother and once everyone has their gifts, we open them one at a time, taking turns.
It takes forever to get through all of them because everyone -my parents- want to sit and talk about everything they got or what they got for my brother and I.
When I hear a knock on the door, I'm releaved because now I can excuse myself from family time. "I'll get it," I say happily, getting up on my feet and walking to the front door.
Ryan is standing in front of me once the door opens, a few gifts in his hands and a Santa hat on his head. "Merry Christmas, Breen," he smiles.
"Oh, not you too. My dad is wearing the same hat," I laugh. Ryan's smile gets bigger as he walks inside.
"I love this hat!" He exclaims and goes into the kitchen. "Hi, merry Christmas," he says to my parents and my brother.
"I didn't know you were stopping by," my mom says, a smile on her face. She gets up and bends down, grabbing something under the tree. She goes to Ryan and hands him a gift, and he shoves the gifts in his hands into mine.
