Holiday cheer… Blah blah blah.

Christmas was here… Blah… Blah… Blah.

What struck you was how the hell you could possibly shop for your boyfriend, who you’ve been with for a year. Mason was an actor, who got gifts all the time either from fans or shit he got to keep from sets he was at.

I mean you could get him clothes, but what clothes does he not have? Could you possibly get him a video game related thing? Shit, you knew nothing about the PC he had in the corner of his massive bedroom with two fucking monitors, a mic and fancy ass keyboard that glows underneath the keys. Maybe you could get him a Christmas basket? It was racking your brain for months before this damned holiday even arrived. I mean last Christmas, he wasn’t as famous as he is now… So shopping for him was pretty easy.

Mason already had presents under his family’s tree for you. There was a section for his father— Byron, and his sister Brooke. You had a corner under that big ass decorated tree that was way too tall for its own good right in their nice ass home of LA. Even his father and sister had gotten you things, and boy did you feel guilty.

Shopping for his sister was way easier. She was a dancer, so you settled on a really expensive organizer bag that could hold her tights, shoes and other various items that are necessary in her field. You also had gotten her cozy sweatpants and hoodies she could wear before or after her sessions.

For his father, you got him what you would have gotten your father… Shit from Home Depot and a gift card to O’Riellys Autoparts.

But Mason? Fuck you were stuck in Christmas quicksand and you were sinking fast. You hounded every mall, every plaza, every fucking store you could possibly think of.

But then you realized… Why buy something when you could make it?

So you purchased some beads, charms, a white hoodie and some red lipstick to put together this DIY basket no one—not even fans could copy… This was gonna be personal. Something FROM you… Not from a store.

For the white hoodie, you applied the red lipstick to your lips and taped off a section shaped like a heart right on the front of the hoodie, pressing your lips all over to make kiss marks in the shape of a heart.

For the beads, you made a bracelet with your initial and then a seperate bracelet you made one with the beads that were the color of your eyes… You know he loves his bracelets. Then, for an extra added touch, you had to follow a tutorial for this… But you took two fluffy socks, one brown and the other one white, sewing, tucking, stuffing and stitching them both into cute little bears… Even sewing black beads onto the little bears eyes and noses.

Oh it was so cute.

You quickly wrapped up the presents, titling the tag ‘To: My Love, From: Your angel<3’, then setting them right in his corner under that massive tree.

Please like it… Please.

By the time Christmas had rolled around, Everyone gathered around the tree to open their presents.

“Alrighty, you kids ready?” Byron smiles, holding his coffee cup in one hand and his phone in the other… In classic dad fashion—obviously.

Mason puts his arm around you, a grin on his face. Hyper little fucker. Too early for him to be so chippy, but you loved him more than anything. “Yeah, let’s get to it.”

The hum of the tv playing Christmas music couldn’t drown out your nerves.

Fuck it, we ball!