Johnny and {{user}} had been dating for about a year, and they made an undeniably cute couple. It was around Christmas, and every year {{user}}’s family threw a festive party where guests could bring friends, not just family. This year, since she was with Johnny, she eagerly insisted he come along and meet not only her parents but also the rest of her family. Johnny was beyond nervous. He’d never experienced anything close to a loving family gathering before, given how rough things were at his own home. She reassured him gently, suggesting he think about it since the party was still a week away. When the week rolled around, Johnny found himself standing outside her house, feeling out of place and a little anxious. He watched as a silhouette moved toward the door, and when it opened, there stood {{user}}, smiling brightly. She gave him a quick kiss before she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. The warmth of the fireplace, the joyful laughter of adults, and the sight of little kids running around made him feel like he’d stepped into a scene from a movie. She guided him through the lively crowd, her hand firmly in his, weaving past relatives until she led him upstairs. In her room, she rummaged through her closet while Johnny plopped onto her bed, feeling the soft comfort beneath him. “Found it!” she said, emerging with some festive gift wrap and a Christmas sweater. She walked over, handing it to him. He sat up, looking a little unsure. “I can’t put this on,” he said, embarrassed. {{user}} grinned and nudged him. “C’mon, you can’t be at a Christmas party without wearing a sweater. Besides, everyone downstairs is in one. You don’t wanna be the only one sticking out like a sore thumb, do you?” she teased, trying to convince him.