Under the mistletoe
One Shot
Taylor and Chad sat on a couch arguing about the time it takes girls and boys to get ready.
"Boys don't care how they look. They put on what they want. Girls spend hours, in the shop, in the shower, getting ready, making your face up," Chad moaned.
Taylor went to smack him on the head.
"Not the fro," screeched Chad, his hands grabbing his hair to protect it from Taylor but in doing so, he shifted his balance and somersaulted off the couch.
Taylor sprung to her feet. "Chad, are you ok?"
"I'm just fine," said Chad standing up
The rest of the gang were laughing as Chad was silent and Taylor was starting to smile.
"Look up," whispered Chad.
Taylor looked up to find a sprig of mistletoe taped to the roof.
"SHARPAY!" shouted Taylor, looking down only to find Chad's face inches from hers, more importantly his lips millimetres apart, and his breath breezing over her lips.
He reached up a hand and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Chad, what are you doing?" whispered Taylor.
"I'm going to kiss you," whispered Chad, reaching up a hand to cup her cheek.
Taylor inhaled and froze.
"Relax," whispered Chad.
Taylor made her body relax.
"Close your eyes," whispered Chad.
She closed her eyes.
"And enjoy," whispered Chad.
His lips brushed over hers, before they moulded together.
"Wow," whispered Taylor as they pulled apart, forehead's resting together.
The gang burst into cheers, but the newly formed couple did not notice as their lips moulded together again. And it was all thanks to mistletoe.
The End
Merry Christmas
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Gabriella Somerfield