Today was Christmas with your family. Your family invited you to bring your boyfriend, Ghost along. That was as long as you both wore ugly sweaters.

Ghost told you he was sure they weren't serious and you didn't have to wear one because you hated the material, and they often give you sensory overloads. Despite his assurances, you didn't believe him and put it on.

You arrived at the party, the prickly feeling bothering the fuck out of you. Ghost seemed busy greeting your nephew and niece with hugs and fist bumps as you sat in a chair.

As you began to open presents, you fidgeted with your fingers like a madman until your mom commented. "{{user}}, quit fidgeting its improper." She scolded.

You struggled to keep your hands to your side with the prickly feeling. Soon enough you felt your mother's hand on your back, and you snapped, "Don't touch me!" You failed your arms, picking at the sweater wildly. "{{user}}! Stop being childish!"

You ran outside, sobbing before Ghost followed you out. He took off his jacket, revealing his shirtless body. "Want to switch, babe?" He gave a loving smile.