I'll Always Be With You.

The next day, everyone was picking out their Kris Kringle, we made it so the girls picked out a boy and vice versa, but one boy got two presents.

“Pick a paper! Any paper!” Ray announced, as if he were one of those people at a carnival, welcoming people.

I put my hand in the hat, and picked out a piece of paper.

“Thank you madam.” He replied back, taking a bow.

“You’re welcome, sir.” I laughed, standing up and curtsying.

I opened my piece of paper and wasn’t surprised to see his name.

Gerard

“So who have you got?” Mikey asked, trying to look at my paper.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I countered back.

“Awww, come on, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“No.” I said flatly.

“Fine.” He grumbled, poking out his tongue.

“Fine.” I countered back, poking out my tongue.

“Who’s ready to go to the shops?” Ray announced, finishing the last name in the hat.

“Me!” We all said in unison, raising our hands.

~TIME ELAPSE~

“Okay, so we’ll meet back here at around 5ish, you got 3 hours peoples!” Bob stated, before everyone went of their separate ways.

All the girls going one way, and the boys there separate ways.

“So who did you get girls?” Rachel asked.

“I got Francesca!” Emily said.

“I got Bonnie!” Rachel said.

“I got Mauticia!” Corrine said.

“I got Racal!” Christa said.

“I got Mauticia!” Alicia said.

“Did you like all plan this or something?” I questioned.

“Yup!” They all said in unison.

“So who did you get Chantilly lace?” Rachel sung in a sing song voice.

“Oh my god, don’t bring that song up!”

“Why not? Chantilly lace had a pretty face-”

“Nooo, I’m going deaf!”

“Do you know how much sweeter, it would be if, Gerard sang that for you.” Corrine suggested, totally ignoring my little rant.

“I swear if he does, I will kick all of your asses for suggesting it, especially you.” I playfully glared at Rachel.

“What! Why me?”

“Because you brought it up.” I pointed out.

“Anywho, who did you get?” Christa asked, changing the subject.

“Who do you think?” I snorted.

“Gemini?”

“What the fuck?” I questioned.

“So what are you going to get him?” Emily asked me, ignoring my comment.

“I have something in mind.”

But the truth was, I had no idea what I wanted to get him.

What did he want?
What did he like?
He was a rock star he got nearly everything he wanted?
What else could he possibly want?