Boyfriends Christmas Novels & Stories

June already laughed her ass off and Madison and Sarah were holding their laughter. "Explain what girlfriend?" I smiled like an idiot and laughed. "Awww you're so cute, boyfriend.” "I'm not cute.” "Last night you admitted that you're cute.” "That's not me." He denied. Luke Hastington is official my boyfriend. Am I dreaming?

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

"When are you going to decorate your tree? She asked, as he poured them each a full glass. "I don't think I will." "Why not? Got decorations?" They both walked into the front room. Chris pointed to the boxes labeled 'XMAS STUFF' beside his CD player. "Yeah I got lots of stuff. But I just can't get that holiday spirit going." "Aw come on. You should decorate the tree. I can help." "What about Jacob, your boyfriend?" "He's gone. He left last week to go home to Florida and stay with his parents." Chris perked up higher than a playground slide knowing Beth's boyfriend was far away.

“You never fail to amaze me with your strength to face such a sort of life, baby.” “I have no choice but to be strong until I lose everything, Marcov. Yet you came to rescue me.” “Merry Christmas, baby,” he said, trying to bring me back to the ground of bliss. “Merry Christmas, Marcov.” After I confessed to him about my past story regarding this season, we both decided to go downstairs. I feel good to have him as my boyfriend. He's not just a savior that helped me out of the trash life that I have, but a wonderful man that listens to my same old stories. He never gets tired of giving me an ear and a shoulder to cry on.

It was only a joke but he really did it. "Now, are you going to ask for many reasons? Because I have many more to recite. I will be your best friend, at the same time your boyfriend. I will respect you. And of course, love you forever. Even though there's no forever. But in heaven there is." He rambled on and on. "I, Eion Hudson, would like to be your boyfriend. Would you take the wonderful offer of being my girlfriend?" I smiled. "Wow, that was more than enough. I, Snow Waterstrings, shall take the privileged honor to be your girlfriend."

She held up her drawing, a colorful sketch of four figures holding hands under a bright sun. “Look, Mommy! I made this for you!” she said, her voice bubbling with pride. “That’s me, you, Grandpa Emerson, and Mr. Hayes—your boyfriend!” I laughed, a giddy, heartfelt sound, my cheeks flushing at the word. Boyfriend. It felt delicious, like a secret I wanted to savor. Shawn, with his goofy grin and unwavering heart, was mine, and the thought made my soul sing. “Boyfriend, huh?” I said, teasing, ruffling her curls. “You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

“My parents always do this big, chaotic thing. Food everywhere, Christmas movies on repeat, cousins running around like feral animals, aunts arguing over board games. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s… nice. You’d fit right in.” I stared at him. He hurried on, words tumbling faster. “I mean—not as, like—not as my boyfriend or anything. Just… as a friend. Roommate. Someone who doesn’t want to spend the holidays eating takeout alone in an empty off-campus apartment while the heat’s set to sixty to save money.” The word *boyfriend* hung between us anyway, bright and unignorable, even though we’d both been careful not to say it out loud yet. My throat tightened.

Bob eyed him closely, seemingly accepting the fact Alison did, indeed, have a boyfriend. "So this is the guy?" Bob asked rhetorically. "You're a lucky man, Greg, if that's true. I hope to see you two in action tonight. After all, such a cute couple should enjoy Christmas eve" He said, almost spitefully but behind a veil of nicety. "Anyway, have a drink, Bob! Stuff's in the kitchen." She said, relieved as she walked away. "That seemed to go well, I guess" her son said as she now calmed down and was able to relax.

He said, "Gentlemen, please let Mr. Kensington know that we really couldn't come up with the money, so we found a new way to settle the debt. We've brought him a Christmas gift. He'll definitely like it." One of the men shone a flashlight on my face, making me squint. His voice was flat. "You mean this woman?" Zoe quickly chimed in, grabbing my chin and forcing my face up. "Yes. She's my son's girlfriend. Look at her—doesn't she resemble the woman Mr. Kensington visits at the cemetery every year? We asked around and found that out. "Plus, she studied dance, so she's very flexible. She'll definitely know how to please a man in bed."

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.