𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

16; best christmas ever

C H R I S T M A S
(Chris-miss)
A holiday, meant to spend with your family and loved ones. (my definition of it) -E n g l i s h-

Imagine 16:

Ah, it's that time of the year again. Every year I spent Christmas with my family. It would be Dad, Mom, and I, but this year is different.

This year, six months ago, I got a boyfriend. His names Daniel and he's in band. Cool right? Anyway, this year we are spending it together on New York. After that, we're going to see the ball drop.

Me and Daniel are spending time together, planning what we are going to do in New York.

We are cuddled up under our blankets— well, his, but I consider them ours— my head his on his defined chest, his arm is around me, holding me. My legs are around his torso, like a babies, and he's playing with my hair.

"How about we go shopping? New York has a lot of places to shop," he suggested.

It's really cold out; below zero. We were supposed to go Christmas shopping but it's to cold to go anywhere, so we decided to have an indoor date.

I smiled up at him. He looked at me and smiled back. You could tell when Daniels smile was genuine, his beautiful blue eyes glistened with joy, and his adorable tooth gap shows.

"Sounds good," I replied, and placed a small, loving kiss on his chest.

"Good." He sighed. He sighed again, getting my attention. He always did this. When I didn't give him attention he would sigh, and if I didn't hear him or ignored him, he'd sigh louder. I loved this about him. Even though we've only been dating for six months, I know I'm deeply in love with him. I also know the feeling is mutual, as he shows it everyday.

"Yes Daniel?" I chuckled.

"Let's make hot chocolate!" He exclaimed and jumped of the bed, excitedly. I roll off the bed from his action. It hurt a little but that hurt was replaced with glee.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry," he ran towards me. I just started laughing and he did too.

"I'm fine," I giggled. "Let's go make some hot chocolate!" I yelled with the same amount of enthusiasm as he did.

He just shook his head chuckled.

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"No. No. No. Like this," he started to shake his butt to the christmas music in the background. We were having a dance off, like we always do, he was winning, as always.

"Go Daniel! Go Daniel! Go Daniel!" I started to 'make it rain' from my hands, without any money.

He kept going, as I hyped him up.

Finally, he sat down, tiredly. "I think I won." He always says this, and I always agree.

"I agree." I jumped to the spot next to him on the comfortable couch. Then I got up and said, "We still haven't made hot chocolate!" He made an 'o' with his mouth and jumped up off the couch.

"Let's get to it then!" He ran to the kitchen, I followed behind him.

He quickly got all of the ingredients as I turned the music up. As we made it, we sang and jumped in joy. We started to have a singing contest, he won, again.