It was Christmas, and not even on that day you could be happy. Your parents invited the morales over for Christmas, you liked the parents but their son? He’s a total ass.

He was always teasing and annoying you, and of course you took a big disliking to him. You walked around, searching for your phone. As you walk past miles, he stops you by grabbing your hand.

He pulled you closer, taking a small mistletoe out of his pocket? . . "We’re under da‘ mistletooee." He whispered, smirking.