What Do You Want for Christmas?
"What do you want for Christmas?" she asked silently, as if it were the most dangerous question in the world. Although, it almost was in ways.
"What do you mean?" I asked, scooting up a little, my eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion.
"What do you want for Christmas?" she asked again, hardly louder than before. She looked almost embarressed to ask, I couldn't understand why.
"Like, what do I want?" I asked and paused briefly, "Or what do I think I'll get?" I added slowly.
This is fiction, but based on real life. Most of this actually happened to me, just not in the way described. Everything's mine.
"What do you mean?" I asked, scooting up a little, my eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion.
"What do you want for Christmas?" she asked again, hardly louder than before. She looked almost embarressed to ask, I couldn't understand why.
"Like, what do I want?" I asked and paused briefly, "Or what do I think I'll get?" I added slowly.
This is fiction, but based on real life. Most of this actually happened to me, just not in the way described. Everything's mine.