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Advent Calendar - Dec 14

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A/N: Part 15, which would be due tomorrow, is going to be late, since I am out of town for most the weekend. I'll upload it together with Part 16 on Sunday!

You were sitting on the big sofa in Pete's house, squeezed in between Patrick and Tyler, and nervously watched how Andy pulled in a coaster wagon filled with wrapped presents. This year, just like the past three years as well, Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, and Twenty One Pilots were having their own little Secret Santa party, somewhat in the middle of December. After the Save Rock and Roll tour, the bands had decided to meet up at least once a year, and a small Christmas party had seemed like the perfect opportunity. You, being somewhat a permanent touring member of Fall Out Boy, were invited as well, all the men agreeing that without touring members like yourself, bands would be totally helpless, and therefore were just as much part of the band as the official members.

Andy adjusted the red Santa hat, and pulled out the first package. This year it had been his turn to collect the different presents, and later get them to the right people. You barely payed attention as Andy called out Joe's name who jumped up excitedly and ripped away the paper. Instead your eyes were fixed on Brendon, who sat a few seats away. He seemed very concentrated on the main action, demanding Joe should guess who had gotten him his little present. You were about to look away from the handsome lead singer, when he turned his head, and looked straight at you. For a moment it felt like he was checking in with you, but then his expression changed and a grin spread over his face. It felt like your heart skipped a few beats for the time that he was locking eyes with you, and only when he looked away again, you dared exhaling the breath you had held in subconsciously. The crush you had been having on Brendon since he first talked to you was your private, little secret. His enthusiasm in everything he did, the passion for his music, and his dorkiness had drawn you in from the first moment on.

"Brendon," Andy called, holding up the box that you had wrapped in red and golden wrapping paper. You vividly remembered the feeling of both excitement and dread flooding you when you had pulled the paper with Brendon's name from the Patrick's hat in which you had mixed the names.

Brendon jumped up from the armchair in which he had been seated, and walked over to Andy, taking the box out of the bearded man's hands. Back at his place, he ripped open the paper unceremoniously and unfolded the flaps of the carton. Nervously you held your breath, hoping he would at least be amused over what you had gotten him.

To your relief his eyes widened in surprise, and a smile lit up his face as he inspected the contents of the box.

"Someone really knows me," he laughed.

"What'd you get," Pete asked excitedly, standing up so he could peer into the carton.

"It's like... a set of different wines and whiskeys," he explained, "and they're all in these tiny bottles!"

He pulled out one of the bottles, to show it around, earning laughs from the others at its size.

"Guess who got you that one," Patrick suggested.

You could not help but tense up. There were a few rules when it came to guessing who had gotten you the gift.

First: everyone had three tries.

Second: if someone guessed right, the giver had to admit it.

Third: if after the last guess the recipient still had not guessed correctly, the giver had to be kept a secret by everyone who might know.

Somehow you could not decide whether or not you wanted Brendon to guess right. Was it embarrassing that you had found something that he enjoyed so much?