John and Dave were at the mall, utterly bored. All they could do was sit around while they watched random kids get on Santa's lap. What a fucking creep Santa is. Dave sat up as John walked over to their table and sat down with his slushy.

"So what flavor did you get?" Dave asked.

John shrugged and answered, "Blueberry. "

"Heh. Blueberry and Cherry. Not surprising."

"It makes my tongue all blue though, it's weird." John said, looking down at the drink.

"Mine does the same thing. " Dave said, looking at his as well. "Dude, we should make purple."

"What?"

"I mean, like, mixing the drinks together," he explained quickly. "Not kissing. Cause that'd be… weird."

John nodded and took another drink, looking around. Dave was being really awkward and he didn't know why. Maybe he was just being weird because of that Santa guy. Still a creepy fuck. Then again, the thought of sitting up there with him was awesome and Jo- no. Stop it. NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

"Hey Dave, we should go sit on his lap," John said, pointing at the guy in the Santa costume. He was grinning like a dork when he saw Dave look over at "Santa" nervously.

"No dude. Only kids do that."
"Technically we are kids, Dave. Come on!"

John grabbed the other's hand and headed over to the line that probably shouldn't have had that many people in it. I mean, you're in line to get candy from a guy in a fake beard. Why would you do that? Dave still didn't look too comfortable as they got closer to the front of the line.

"Lighten up, dude! It's just some fat guy," John said, giggling.

"Exactly why I'm not okay with this," Dave muttered, keeping a straight face as he looked ahead.

"Whatever, candy is candy."

As soon as it was their turn, Dave regretted even getting in the line. John didn't hesitate to hop up onto the chair, but Dave slowly made his way up with his head down. How embarrassing. The two could hear some little kids giggling as they sat down.

"So what do you guys want for Christmas?" the santa asked.

"Oh my gosh, so many things, I can't list them all," John said, making awkward arm motions.

"A kiss from John." Well that silenced everyone. I'd hate to be that Santa. Apparently everyone knew who John was, they were all staring at the boy. The giggling started again and broke the silence.

"Wait. What?" John asked.

Dave remained quiet, and the santa looked at them both, very confused. What's happening anymore. Oh. That. Before anyone else could ask, Dave grabbed John's shirt, and eventually made purple. Goodie, in front of the entire mall, too. He pulled away and hopped out of the chair, walking in a "don't-give-two-fucks" way. John looked at the so called Santa and narrowed his eyes.

"Be sure to give the bitch coal."

And with that, he jumped off and sprinted after Dave, who was already back at their table. John sat down across from him and stared intently.

"Sup." Dave said.

"Was it on your list twice?" John asked.

"What?"

He leaned across the table, this time kissing Dave. He was blushing and smiling by the time he sat down. Dave smirked and leaned back in his chair.

"So Egderp. How many times you think I can have that present?"