1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Sweaters (56) 🎄

Word count: 2151

I frown sitting in the office upset that I was missing the pizza party.

When the bell on the door rings I look up to see Jean walking in with an annoyed look on his face.

He angry sits next to me and I offer him a smile.

"What are you in for?" I ask and he smiles before gestures to his sweater that reads 'Where my hos at?' with a smiling Santa.

I can't help but laugh before gesturing to my own that reads 'It's not gonna lick itself.' with a candy cane.

He slightly laughs and I offer him a smile.

"This was one of my only cheat days and now I'm stuck in the principals office." He says and I turn to his already thin frame. Like this guys was ninety present hair.

"You're on a diet?" I ask and he looks at me still upset.

"No I meant on my boyfriend." He says and I smile. He was so open about his sexuality even in front of the quarterback and head jock slash popular kid.

"Good news I found one of the Hos." I tell him and he starts to laugh.

"Nah I'm joking, I'm so lonely I screamed I love you into the wind just to hear it echo and come back to me." He says and I laugh.

"No it gets worse, it called back I'm sweet but not its type." He says and I laugh a little harder.

"Yeah I'm single too. By choice of course, Not my choice, but someones." I tell him and he smiles.

"So you're single, and I'm single. You know what that means?" He says nudging his eyebrows at me.

I smile.

"What?" I ask smiling. Was he really hitting on me right now? I like that.

"We're both ugly!" He says and I smile.

"Oh please, I'm so hot the the fire department knows me on a first name bases alright." I tell him and he smiles.

"No. I'm so hot I give the sun a run for its money. I'm so hot the United Nations has declared me the source of global warming. I'm so hot;"

"If you say you're so hot one more time. I will set you on fire." He says and I smile.

"I'm so hot if you were to set me on fire. I wouldn't even notice." I say and he laughs and I take in how nice of a laugh he had.

He laughs for a moment and then suddenly stops glaring at me.

"Where's my lighter?" He says and I pull away.

"But I doubt that you, Mr. Sexy, quarterback, head of everything loved by everyone doesn't have at least twelve cheerleaders in your pocket." I smile.

"You're right but I'm gay." I say not even caring that I wasn't even out yet.

He's eyes go big and suddenly things get quiet.

"Hey, do you have any plans Christmas Eve?" I ask not trying to look at him.

"Well, probably hide in my room from my terrible family." He says and I smile.

"Well I'm probably gonna just work out to counter act the fact that I'm gonna eat half my body wait Christmas. So if you wanna hang out." I ask trying not to blush.

"Uh. You know Christmas eve is the day for couples right?" He says looking away.

"Well yeah, I suppose." I tell him and he smiles.