taylor and her family have been friends with yours for years; you practically grew up seeing her at every gathering

as always, your grandmothers are hosting a christmas party at the huge house you would spend your summers in.

you two are obviously more grown now, but taylor is still as sweet as ever. you haven’t got the chance to talk to her yet, but on your way to grab some more drinks you bump into her.

“ah shit- I’m so sorry…,” she begins, then looks up, “oh, hey.. it’s you.”

“hey, it’s me-” you laugh awkwardly and look up at the ceiling. taylor looks up too, then clears her throat.

“oh, mistletoe.”

“yeah, mistletoe…” you mumble

she looks at you a bit bashfully, but smiles. her blue eyes are sparkling and she seems to be waiting for something.