Novel & Cerita Misfits Xmas

– His smile couldn't be described as anything but deliciously devilish – And, since there are so many of them and you certainly need someone to admire you wearing them… Why don't you let me help you with that? - Great idea. – Missy returned his mischievous smile and, quickly reaching for the wrapped lingerie that was closest, she began to make an effort to give her future husband another Christmas present... And also to Santa Claus, of course.

“Daphne, it’s a week to Christmas, and you’ve barely called your stepmother or me. Is this how you want us to end the year? Without speaking? You know that brings bad luck into the new year, right?” I scoff. I don’t believe in that shit, just as I don’t believe in whatever celebrations the whole of New York is obsessed over. The decorations, the traditions, the superstitions…I believe in none of it, and my dad knows that. I also don’t have the best relationship with him, but we try. Moaning comes through the TV, and I roll my eyes, walking further into the house. Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas.

“Is it weird that we’re spending Christmas together and not with our families?” Axl snorted and shook his head. “Grandma’s spending the day with her poker girls, and told me not to come home too early. I think they’re going to spend the day drinking gin and playing cards.” “We’re family, too,” Aspen said. “Yeah, we are. Screw the adults in our lives,” Merit said, and smiled. “Are you two going to sit there and talk shit the whole day, or are you actually going to help me prep this food so we can eat at some point?” They both laughed as they looked at Axl. Merit finished her coffee and got to her feet.

“Remember in seventh grade when I asked you out, and you told me ‘not even if you were the last boy in Mississippi’?” She groaned, hiding her face. “Let it go.” “Never. That was my villain origin story.” “You’re insufferable.” “You love it.” She smiled up at him. “Yeah. I really do.” Christmas Eve was loud and messy and perfect. Harper’s house was packed with extended family—her cousins screaming over board games, someone burning the dinner rolls, off-key caroling and someone’s aunt insisting everyone wear reindeer ears for a group photo. Jaxon fit in like he always had. He helped Harper’s dad in the

Confused, she looked at the Christmas tree and at me and Isa and screeched, “fuck don’t tell me I missed Christmas? Smitty, you let me miss Christmas?” Smitty made his way into the living room where we all were muttering in a humored slur, “woman your high ass the one missed Christmas, don’t blame dat’ shit on me! You the one kept smokin’ and trickin’ not me; all I do is watches you and the money. Now go take a shower and get yourself together we hitting up the Hyatt tonight, it's money to be made.” Mama looked pitiful and shamed, she stared at the makeshift Christmas tree crying, shaking her head.

“Honestly, it’s probably better. I don’t want to see either of my stupid mates anyway. Let’s just eat, and I’ll help you guys pick out something killer to wear.” Mia pouts. “Maybe we shouldn’t go either.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” I shake my head, forcing a smile. “It’s Christmas. You guys should go out and have fun.” And just like that, my two best friends nod, trying to look cheerful as we head out. But I know them. They’re worried. Honestly? So am I. …..

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"No? Right...." Mitch reappears, rubbing her fingers through each other. "Back again." "Hey, Mitch." Frank snatches up the camera. "Let's have a photo, eh. The Intrepid Trio at Christmas." Intrepid Trio? How fucking cheesy can you be? "It's a bit late for Christmas, Frank," she says doubtfully. "C'mon, go with me why don't you. Hey, Angelo, come and take a shot for us." Then he slings an arm around Mitch, pulling her closer to himself.

Knox chimed with a grin. Megan snorted, drinking her wine. "Those three alone tomorrow. You might as well postpone the wedding." Alice elbowed her friend, who was sitting next to her. "Ow. You made me spill superb wine." "You are sounding more and more like an alcoholic," Tristan jabbed, "And you say we are bad." "Fuck off Tristan," Megan pushed her chair and walked off. "Classic Meg," Evan chuckled. "And in front of elders too," Owen clapped, "Bravo sis."