"How may I help you? My names Kaitlyn," You were a waitress at the Dingo, you were serving a group of six guys, they seemed nice and they were greasers like you. "Can I get you cutie?" The one with dark hair and dark eyes said to you, "Stop it Dal," "I'm just playing Johnny, how about I take you to my house after this Kaitlyn?" "I'm sorry, but I'm working," you said with a grin. Another guy ran into the Dingo and all the guys yelled "Hey Pony! Where were you?" You stood there staring at his dreamy eyes and he stared back while he bit his lip. Through out the rest of the day, you couldn't stop thinking about him, his green gray eyes that sparked and his beautiful smile and you remember hearing his name before, but where you couldn't exactly place a point where you heard his name. As you were leaving the Dingo because your shift ended you saw someone outside, he seemed to be waiting for you. "Hey Kaitlyn!" "Oh hi, um Pony right?" "Yeah, I was just kinda waiting for you to finish so I could um, ask you if you wanted to take a walk with me?" "I'd love to! Oh wait I should probably go home and change first because I'm all covered in grease and oils and food from work," "No it's fine, I think you look beautiful right now and it's only me, I'm not a big time soc or anything," he said with a small grin you guys walked in silence for a few minutes then you felt a warm hand around your waist and Pony was pulling you closer to him and spun you around so you were facing him and his hands were both on your waist holding you tightly. "Kaitlyn, I've always liked you, you're in three of my classes at school and I never had the nerve to come up and talk to you, but you're gorgeous and will you be my girl?" "Yes I will!" You let out a small shriek and he slowly pulled you in for a soft kiss.
“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” You mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the bed a little more.
“Did you remember the football?” You ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll love it.”
“Yeah…” You mumble.
“Before you fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, showing you a black box.
You open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I love it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”