- Jasmine, well, what else is there? - a tall black guy wearily whined, barely shuffling his feet behind a blonde girl. Jasmine didn't answer anything, just smiled broadly at her best friend and pulled him even harder towards the huge shopping center, which glowed so that it seemed that all the garlands of the city were gathered here. The guy rolled his eyes, realizing that she was dragging him to the "Santa Claus and His Little Helpers Show" again, which takes place every year at Christmas in the same place.
Jasmine is already 17 years old, and she still can't lose her strong love for Santa. Huey thinks she still believes in him. And no matter how hard he tried to make her understand that Santa is just an invention of parents for little guys, Jasmine just waved him off, telling him with an important look: "You don't believe in Santa Claus just because you are a pessimist and black!". Hearing this answer, Huey and Riley, who was just passing by and heard their conversation, fell into a stupor. Riley was yelling at the whole house, violently proving something to the girl. That day, Grandpa barely sent Jasmine home at Tom's request. Their argument lasted for a couple more days, but in the end Huey got tired of trying to explain something to her, dismissing her as a silly girl.
- Huey, let's hurry up, or we'll miss the beginning now, - Jasmine's pleading voice brought the guy to consciousness and again longing washed over him from head to toe. He muttered something under his breath and didn't even understand what exactly he mumbled. And the blonde didn't care at all what he was mumbling there. Her eyes burned with a childish bright light, and pink blush from a slight cold made her even more beautiful than ordinary.
- Ho-ho-ho! - Santa's voice was heard, Huey growled and squeezed the palm of the girl in front of him. She only looked back at him and pushed aside all the passers-by who were interfering with her.
They entered a huge bright room, full of parents with their constantly whining children. Jasmine deftly and quickly slipped between happy people, but Huey kept hitting someone with his foot, hand or hair. Finally, the girl found a suitable place for her - right in front of the stage - and began clapping her hands, shouting at the same time: "Santa, Santa, Santa Claus!". Huey rolled his eyes and laughed, because, whatever it was, she was his girlfriend and the first person he met after moving, who became dear to him. And he loves her.

- Huey, it was great, - the blonde screamed after the guy, leaving the building and waving her arms in delight.
- Jasmine, you watch this show every year and can't you get tired of it? Personally, I'm already tired of him through the roof, I've had enough, I won't go to him with you anymore. Better take Riley, at least do something more useful. - The black man answered clearly and clearly, and the girl just stuck out her tongue, catching snowflakes falling from the sky.
"Where are you going, Huey, you're going anyway. And we'll take Riley, if that's what you want, it'll be even better," she replied cheerfully, poking him in the shoulder, and then laughed loudly.
Dozens of deer jumped in the guy's stomach, as if a nigger moment had come in his stomach, and a happy smile froze on his face for a second. He cringed and looked at Jasmine laughing. He feels this "nigger moment" not for the first time. For the first time it happened on the very day of moving, the first day of acquaintance with Jasmine. He didn't want to realize that he loved her not as a great and close friend, but as a girl.
He walked and looked at her straight in the eye, Jasmine noticed this and smiled, asking what he needed, but he turned away as if nothing had happened and said:
- You have something stuck in your teeth.
The girl was taken aback and, turning her head to the side, began picking her teeth. Huey looked at her and smiled the most sincere smile he could have and gently took her hand...

- You're not angry that I, without telling you anything, dragged you to a show that you just can't stand? - she looked shyly from below at the tall guy, but a wide smile did not fall from her happy, beautiful face.
They were standing at her house, as always he accompanies her, but he does not leave immediately, as usual. He stands, looks into her wide eyes and does not understand very clearly what he is doing or wants to do. Of course, he had girls, but he only walked with them and tried to drive something into their empty heads. But Jasmine is not like that, she is smart and damn beautiful.
"I'm angry," he answered shortly and, lightly kissing her on the lips, left.
Jasmine's eyes became even wider, her cheeks turned red and burned strongly from the feelings that overwhelmed her to the brim. She touched her lips and broke into a wide, satisfied smile.
She finally got him.

I'm terribly sorry for my broken English. This fan fiction was written by another author in 2013. I translated it and I want you to be able to enjoy it too