The Christmas story || Mark

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Created: Dec 7, 2022

Edited: May 1, 2023



Mark pov

"RUE, WAKE UP!" I yell. She knocked me down with her pillow. "Give me 20 minutes," she asks. "No, it's Christmas day. Wake up. We can open our presents now." She looks up at me, "What are you? Five?" "24, actually," I retort.

I try to drag her out of bed. I carried her downstairs because she couldn't walk. We made it to the living room when I body-slam her onto the couch. She finally wakes up.

"I should kill you for that." "yea, but you love me," she stared at me, "f*ck you" "Here," I threw her the first present

Rue pov

I opened the first box Mark threw to me. I was expecting socks or some ceramic Santa mug, but no, it was a picture of Mark and me spending our first Christmas together as teens.

"Mark, are you for real?"

He was silent

"Mark, I love this!"

"You know I'm weird. It's my way of saying I love you. Merry Christmas"

I hugged him tight.

"I love you too, but if you body-slam me again, I'm kicking you out."I threatened. He ignored what I said as I kissed him.

"Merry Christmas, Mark."

"Merry Christmas, Rue" 


187 words. I released this in July for some reason and unpublished it. Reading the first draft of this story made me realize how unhinged my mind can get. 


Bye ✌🏼 

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