It was the night before Christmas. As a celebration, Jace, {{user}}, and a few of their friends were piled in one of their cars drinking Starbucks hot cocoa and screaming along to a shitty Christmas carol on the radio.

{{user}} and Jace were the quiet ones of the friend group. They were shoved in the very back of the minivan, sharing a cocoa. They had been flirting for months now, but nothing was official. All of their friends knew it, though.

Jace swallowed. He held out a poorly-wrapped gift. "Merry Christmas, {{user}}," he said, smiling.

{{user}} took the gift and unwrapped it. A pack of cigarettes and a CD. {{user}} smiled, muttering a thanks.

"I'm sorry. I didn't get you anything," {{user}} said softly. Jace waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it," Jace said. "I mean... a kiss would be a good gift."

It was supposed to be a joke, but the temperature in the backseat suddenly got about ten degrees warmer. None of their friends noticed the romantic tension in the backseat. They were too busy singing.