#convojason

                  Christmas Eve; the time to start feeling even more jolly than you have ever been. There was something about Christmas that made everyone happy regardless of the amount of presents they were receiving, the people they were celebrating it with or even if they had anyone to celebrate it with------------ just looking at somoeone so happy with receiving a gift is enough to make your heart flutter. It was no different for the four best friends. Despite the fact that they had no one else but each other, they cherished each and everyone of themselves and made sure they were all having a good time. Oh, they always had a good time, be it Christmas or not but there was just something about Christmas that made it all better.

                   Every year, the four would always order food to each during their Christmas eve and Christmas morning, not trusting themselves to cook. They were just a bunch of silly teenagers, cooking was obviously not something they would part take in. Although this year, Debby had came up with the idea to cook a Christmas meal together. The four of them plus a kitchen, who knows what kind of things could happen? Hell, within seconds, the smoke alarm will most probably start ringing. But, let's see, "Alright, bitchatos! It's Christmas soon and we're going to cook this year no matter what because we are mature adults who live independently."  The perky brunette yelled, her loud voice booming through the small apartment as she slid across the wooden floor ------ (yes, slid. Never provide this girl fuzzy slippery socks, ever.) to the kitchen. "Um---- We have turkey? Does anyone have any idea of what we should cook?" How prepared.

                     Who knows what was going on in their minds when the thought of wanting to cook a Christmas meal together on their own. During the past years, they had done absolutely no cooking except for some microwable food packages or some ramen noodles. And even that Jason couldn't manage sometimes. These guys couldn't cook for shit. But there was something along the lines of cooking together and Christmas that made him agree without a second thought when the idea was brought up. He knew that no doubt, even if the end result would end up with the fire department coming to their rescue or with them sitting at the dining table with satisfied smirks on their face, he knows that they would have fun either way.

"I-I know you have candy, hand them over."

"Jingle bells, jingle bells --- oh, wait! Bro, what's the next line?" Jackson yelled at his twin, stumbling around as he walked with the half empty bottle of vodka in his hands. Drunk. He was beyond drunk. He was fucking shit faced drunk. Bouncing and giggle, he started poking Jason who was standing next to him.

Jackson Vega; the hyper drunk.

Jason stood there with a blank expression, deep in thought about what was the next line of the popular Christmas song before he dropped to his knees, "I-I can't remember!" The male yelled before, one two three, breaking into sobs.

"I-I'm telling y-you, Cara. We're a-at the wrong place!"

Today was going to be a good day. Jason already knew. He had a surprise for his girlfriend and he couldn't wait to break it to her. The smile on his face was unwashable as he walked towards the sapphire eyed beauty with a pair of airplane tickets to the City of Love in his back pocket. His hands found their way to her waist while his lips found their way to the side of her neck, "Morning, baby." He mumbled against the smooth skin before he continued pressing kisses onto the female's neck up to her back of her ear. Just giving her affection made him feel good, ---hell, her presence made him get butterflies and shit.