author's note: thanks for all the fantastic reviews, everybody! here the
'ship gets flushed out a little. sorry this story isn't wrapped up and it's
Christmas already!! But anyway, have a great holiday and enjoy the story!
"Whitney, what did you get.whoa, nice boxers!" Whitney's friend David grinned as Whitney waved them in the air.
"Yeah. Apparently my secret Santa has quite the sense of humor." Whitney said, grinning.
"I'm pretty sure my Santa is a girl." David grinned.
"Do I even want to know?" Whitney asked.
"Well, on the card, they gave me the oh-so-subtle hint that all they wanted for Christmas was a boyfriend.me or one of my friends, to be exact." David said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Not happening with this friend," Whitney said, chuckling.
"Man! Well.hope you can fend off the flock of the girls when you wear those sexy-man boxers." David grinned, indicating my red and black abomination as he walked to another unsuspecting soul to pawn his Santa off on.
*
"Hey, Lana. Looks like you're Santa has the same kind of sense of humor mine does." Whitney said as he made his way over to the young brunette.
"Yeah, I guess so." Lana grinned, leaning down to pick up some wrapping paper.
"Lana, do you need some help? This place is kind of a mess." Pete interjected, virtually appearing out of nowhere.
Whitney got the message in Pete's eyes and turned to leave, walking straight into Chloe.
"Chloe, whoa!" Whitney said, grabbing her arm to keep her from falling. "Hey," He said, realizing he hadn't talked to her since probably the night of his father's death the previous year.
"I want my exclusive." The blonde stated bluntly.
"Do you ever let up?" Whitney joked.
"Never. Besides, I need something for the issue to put out when school gets back in. So far, I'm going to have to write about the stupidity of secret Santa's," Chloe replied.
"What, got a gift you didn't like?" Whitney asked, trying to mask his concern. This girl wasn't his best friend, but it sucks when you get gifts you don't like from anyone.
"No, that's not it. I actually like the gift I got," Chloe said, grinning as he showed him her loot. "But I'm afraid what else Lana has revealed to my Santa to help them find a present suiting me."
"For someone who likes to get in everyone else's business, you sure don't like it when people get in yours," Whitney replied. He was proud of his new way of thinking and addressing the situations this oppressing town put him in, but his face fell when a look of slight pain flash over Chloe's features.
"Hey, I'm the woman behind the breaking news, not THE breaking news." Chloe replied.
"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean anything by that!" Whitney apologized.
"No big deal. I guess I'm not over some of the scathing letters I get regularly from jockstraps.and I guess I just haven't stopped lumping you in with those idiots. And at least I'm hitting a nerve." Chloe shrugged. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go help Pete not make a fool of himself." Chloe grinned, walking on.
Whitney was a little put out by her statement about jockstraps at first, but then realized it may have actually been a compliment that the most judgmental person he had ever known was changing their opinion about him.
~end part four
"Whitney, what did you get.whoa, nice boxers!" Whitney's friend David grinned as Whitney waved them in the air.
"Yeah. Apparently my secret Santa has quite the sense of humor." Whitney said, grinning.
"I'm pretty sure my Santa is a girl." David grinned.
"Do I even want to know?" Whitney asked.
"Well, on the card, they gave me the oh-so-subtle hint that all they wanted for Christmas was a boyfriend.me or one of my friends, to be exact." David said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Not happening with this friend," Whitney said, chuckling.
"Man! Well.hope you can fend off the flock of the girls when you wear those sexy-man boxers." David grinned, indicating my red and black abomination as he walked to another unsuspecting soul to pawn his Santa off on.
*
"Hey, Lana. Looks like you're Santa has the same kind of sense of humor mine does." Whitney said as he made his way over to the young brunette.
"Yeah, I guess so." Lana grinned, leaning down to pick up some wrapping paper.
"Lana, do you need some help? This place is kind of a mess." Pete interjected, virtually appearing out of nowhere.
Whitney got the message in Pete's eyes and turned to leave, walking straight into Chloe.
"Chloe, whoa!" Whitney said, grabbing her arm to keep her from falling. "Hey," He said, realizing he hadn't talked to her since probably the night of his father's death the previous year.
"I want my exclusive." The blonde stated bluntly.
"Do you ever let up?" Whitney joked.
"Never. Besides, I need something for the issue to put out when school gets back in. So far, I'm going to have to write about the stupidity of secret Santa's," Chloe replied.
"What, got a gift you didn't like?" Whitney asked, trying to mask his concern. This girl wasn't his best friend, but it sucks when you get gifts you don't like from anyone.
"No, that's not it. I actually like the gift I got," Chloe said, grinning as he showed him her loot. "But I'm afraid what else Lana has revealed to my Santa to help them find a present suiting me."
"For someone who likes to get in everyone else's business, you sure don't like it when people get in yours," Whitney replied. He was proud of his new way of thinking and addressing the situations this oppressing town put him in, but his face fell when a look of slight pain flash over Chloe's features.
"Hey, I'm the woman behind the breaking news, not THE breaking news." Chloe replied.
"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean anything by that!" Whitney apologized.
"No big deal. I guess I'm not over some of the scathing letters I get regularly from jockstraps.and I guess I just haven't stopped lumping you in with those idiots. And at least I'm hitting a nerve." Chloe shrugged. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go help Pete not make a fool of himself." Chloe grinned, walking on.
Whitney was a little put out by her statement about jockstraps at first, but then realized it may have actually been a compliment that the most judgmental person he had ever known was changing their opinion about him.
~end part four