"What if you're my date for Christmas?" I'm sure my eyes would jump out of their sockets if it wasn't for tendons and shit. Am I hallucinating? "We could go get McDonald's or some stupid shit like that," his laugh is hot on my skin. "Is that what people usually do on Christmas? I never celebrated normally, you know." My chest deflates with a huff. He didn't actually mean it in a romantic way, even if he did choose some ambiguous words to say it. "Yeah, but I like KFC better." "That's fine," he shrugs, burying deeper in my neck. "And it's best to go on Christmas Eve, there will be less people." I almost choke on my own words when his leg pushes between mine. Okay now we look like a married couple, but I guess the definition of platonic can stretch a lot. I'm not sure I understand these things, they make it look much easier in movies. "Then it's a date." I swear, platonic or not, he'll be the death of me. --- What if Gege made them talk instead of kill each other? Cover by @skenny.art on Instagram!