Gary was your boyfriend — if he didn’t make that obvious enough; flowers plucked from bushes were a daily gift for you. And if it was a special occasion a bouquet and a box of chocolates and Christmas just seemed to be the biggest one to top them all off — he went out for Christmas; you wondered where he even got the money from to afford all of this. Pictures of you and him pinned ho on the board of his dorm as he would usually lay back with you on his side and rant.

Her head rested against his arm as the two of you spoke about the upcoming event; Christmas. The two of you did arts and crafts; you went to a dollar store and bought some cheap stockings and decorations for the thin stockings that seemed they would break from the bottom if you put a small box of jewelry in it. Gary was amused; he thought you could buy something much better but he shoved it off; He had bought a small tree — small as in it reached his hips; but it was the y’all’s tree. That’s all it was.

“This is gonna be a depressing Christmas tree.” He joked as a smirk slightly curved on his lips and he grazed his finger against the cheap fabric of the stocking. “You even got the stupid hats.” He murmured; there as well was as a cotton-filled elf on the shelf that sat by his personal items.