Under pressure

34: Christmas

*23rd December*

Betty's POV 

I hear knocks on my door and shut my diary immediatly. "Can I come in?" dad asks.

I push my diary under the pillows, "Yeah," I say.

He comes in and I place the pen down and look at him as I'm lying on the bed.

"What's under the pillow?" he smirks.

I chuckle, "My diary." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed.

"Last chance. What do you want for Cheistmas?"

I raise my eyebrows, "I told you."

"Nothing," he states and I nod with a smile. "One thing, just tell me one thing."

"I'm sure you have a gift though," I say.

"Yes, but I don't know if you'll like it. Now shoot."

I sigh and think about it. A laptop, a phone, a car. I smile big and look back at him, "A motorcycle."

He sighs. I smile big, knowing that there's no way he'll get it for me.

"Betty.."

"That's it. One thing. Byeee," I say and kiss his cheek.

He rolls his eyes at me and stands up. I giggle as he goes out of the room. Never gonna happen anyways.

I pull my diary back out and keep writing where I left over.

*20 minutes later* 

Jug comes into our room, "Betts, wanna go somewhere?" he asks, sitting on the bed.

"Where?" I ask.

He shrugs, "The beach, skating, riding my bike somewhere, eating. Whatever you want."

"How many degrees?" I ask.

"24, the warmest one this week," he smiles.

I stand up, "Let me get dressed."

"Where are we going?" he asks.

"Take me somewhere on your bike," I say, pulling his T-shirt off of me, leaving me in my board shorts and bikini. I pull on a tank top and then pull him up.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek two times in a row. "Where?"

I shrug while taking his hand. He seems to think about it and then smiles big.

"Okay, come on."

*1h later* 

"Juggie, where are we?" I ask. He squeezes my hand as we sit down in a beautiful field full of flowers, yellow, white, pink.

"I have no idea. Just a beautiful place," he says as I climb onto his lap. He presses his lips against my temple.

"I love it," I say quietly.

"Mhmm and do you love something else as well?" he smiles big.

"Yes," I say and spoon his face, "The ocean."

He groans and I giggle while he's smirking. "I love you," I say.

"You better," he says and kisses me.

I giggle into the kiss and cup his face.

*Time pass, the night* 

We're having a Christmas eve part in the whyrm, with many Serpents and their families.

"Come oon, Betty," Cheryl whines.