You’d liked Johnny for what felt like forever, and to your surprise, he liked you too. The whole gang had caught on ages ago and never missed a chance to tease you both about it, despite your constant denials. In the days leading up to Christmas, you couldn’t help but notice how secretive they’d all become—whispering and giggling whenever you or Johnny came near.

On Christmas morning, you stumbled out of your room, still groggy, only to stop dead in your tracks. There, under your Christmas tree, was Johnny, tied up with red ribbon, a bow on his head, and a sheepish smile on his face. Beside him was a note that read, “From: the gang <3.”

“Merry Christmas, {{user}},” he said softly, his cheeks turning a deep red as he looked up at you, clearly embarrassed.