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I'm not afraid anymore~ I'm not afraid...

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12•20|December 20

Another week passed quickly, more gifts were sent and given, but (Y/n) didn't come close to figuring out who her secret Santa is.

It's obvious this person knows her, she wasn't a social butterfly so she doesn't have a lot of acquaintances, let alone friends.

So the girl figured that this must be a secret admirer that stalked for who knows how long, thus why they know so much about her.

Of course, that conclusion is too crazy. As mentioned, she isn't much into interacting with other human beings so there's no way one can like (y/n) with just a glance, and plus with looks as average as her's which doesn't really suit anyone's Standards these days, this person must be a mad lad or something!

Ever since secret Santa started and ever since she got that declaration letter, all she could dwell her mind into is that strange dream and who her secret Santa is.

And one person didn't quiet like the lack of attention he's getting.

The sound of knocking from the front door echoed throughout the house, reaching (Y/n)'s ear. It was the weekends, Sunday to be precise. It has been awhile since she got any visitors, the last one was her parents who didn't really stay for too long.

Knock knock knock

It echoed once again and (y/n) was quick to react this time, taking her fuzzy jacket to cover her exposed cold skin as she loudly answered, "Coming!"

After sliding through the short hall, the teen finally reached the door and opened it and to her Surprise, an unexpected person stood there, wearing his usual toothy smile.

"Bill? What are you doing here? And why does it look like you're going to a party... A fancy party..."

She looked at him, observing Bill from top hat to shiny shoes and the more she looked at his attire, the more she questioned.

Come to think of it... I don't know where he lives or what his private life is like. Well, considering how he can afford all this expensive looking stuff, he must be a rich kid!

"Well, that is because we are to go to a fancy party!" Bill exclaimed with Both hands in the air with two shiney purple envelopes, looking like a child who's receiving his first toy.

(Y/n) took a minute to process what the heck he just said before letting out a silent and confused "Hah?" With a blank expression.

And before she knew it, her newly awoken, unshowered, unhygienic self was dragged by a gorgeous blond young man who is dressed in 1800's attire to who knows where.

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"A.... A Thrift store?"

"Yep!"

"...why?"

"Because we're both broke!"(*desperate poor screeching*)

Oh. So he isn't a prodigy from a rich family... This makes me sound like a gold digger for some reason.

After that thought, (y/n) heard Bill snicker from behind her which made her turn to glare at him.

"What's so funny?" She asked, making him ceased his laughter and wiped a tear as he walked over.

"Ahaha~ just amused by a thought," Bill answered, now infront of the girl.

(Y/n) just sighed, rolling her eyes playfully while hugging her jacket closer, "Me too."

"Alright! Let's get in before you freeze to death," He said as enthusiastically as ever and thought jokingly but sadly, Don't want you to die again.

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Wew. It's been awhile... And my writing still hasn't improved XD