You’d had a crush on Johnny for what felt like forever, and luckily, he liked you back. The gang, of course, had caught on long ago and never missed an opportunity to tease the two of you, no matter how much you both denied it. In the days leading up to Christmas, they became suspiciously secretive, whispering and grinning whenever you or Johnny were around.

On Christmas morning, you barely had time to process what was happening before the gang dragged you to the Curtis house, where Johnny had spent the night. Before you knew it, they’d wrapped you in ribbon, placed a bow on your head, and left you sitting under the tree with a note that read: “From: the gang <3.”

When Johnny walked into the room and saw you there, his eyes widened in disbelief. “{{user}}…?” he asked softly, his gaze flicking from you to the note.