Based off of The Good Girl's Bad Boys: The Good, The Bad, The Bullied. (Or as the Observers call it; Le Book) None of this is official in anyway. All characters, settings, ect. belong to @RubixCube89201. I highly recommend you read Le book!!!
"Dashing through the snow~ One a one horse open sleigh~ Through the fields we go~ LAUGHING ALL THE--"
"OH MY GOD JORDAN SHUT UP"
It was just another day at the base.
Only one thing was different. It was like Saint Nicholas came overnight and barfed all over every wall, window, ceiling, floor. Every last nook and cranny of the base was Christmas-ified.
The prime subject of this jolly crime was none other than Jordan. Maybe Declan, but mostly Jordan. Bennett was the least likely of the four of us.
He was sitting on the couch, which had tinsel all around the arm rests and wreaths on the sides. His face was in his hands and he looked like he's having a migraine. Poor guy.
"Oh, you don't like the song about the jingling of bells?" Jordan asked rhetorically. "Well, then, better sing a different one..."
Bennett sighed in relief.
But he immediately took it back once Jordan started belting "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas". Even more so when Declan joined in.
"I WANT A HIPPOPOTAMUS FOR CHRISTMAS~!!!" Jordan practically screamed.
"ONLY A HIPPOPOTAMUS WILL DO~!!!!!" Declan joined, his deeper voice clashing with Jordan's unusually high one.
I plopped myself right next to Bennett.
"Do you have to deal with this every year?" I asked, my voice sounding small compared to the pitch-deaf boys in the background.
He nodded in response.
The singing that I'm surprised my ears didn't start bleeding from stopped. A single pair of feet was heard stomping all the way to the couch.
"Dude! Bent! Where's your Snmgfiehp cheer?" Jordan yelled.
Everyone looked at him.
"Snmgfiehp? You know... The thing?" Jordan offered. "Naomi, please. You're the only cool one out of these guys back me up please...?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I stated bluntly.
Jordan's face grew into a frown of pure despair.
He fell to his knees melodramatically. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He got up and hobbled the his room. A slam of a door rang trough the base.
"But seriously Bent, why are you so against Christmas?" Declan asked.
Bennett looked up from his hands. "It's not that I'm against Christmas..."
"Then what's your problem?!" Declan asked glaring at the taller teen.
Bennett sat up straight (kinda, he was still slouching a bit), and looked him dtraight in the eye.
"It's not even Thanksgiving yet."
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Drooblidoobles
РазноеJust a bunch of miscellaneous One-shots I've written. Will not include the previously written Lynxy one-shots that can be found in The Lynxy Project and Ziggleblarbef. You can make requests, but there's no guarantee I'll get to them.
