#gingerrr

            Simon thought it was a bit weird, but he made several extras just for this occasion. After all, Roger was just sort of creepy in general. Though that creepy exterior was sort of softened because of the ugly reindeer sweater he was wearing. Simon had guilted him into it, saying, “What if I suddenly die and never get the chance to see you in a Christmas sweater?”

            Roger had crossed his arms and said that the only way Simon would die was if he decided to kill him, but he wore the sweater nonetheless.

            Now, they were sitting on the couch, watching a Law & Order marathon. It made Simon a bit squeamish- all the blood and stuff- but Roger loved it. “When I grow up I want to be a serial killer,” he said slowly.

            Simon brushed it off. Roger said lots of weird things. “Sounds fun,” he answered quietly. Roger laughed.

            The shorter boy leaned his head against Roger, while Roger kept his eyes glued to the screen, watching each gruesome murder unfold.

            “Merry Christmas, Roger,” Simon said quietly.

            “I don’t celebrate Christmas,” he answered, tearing his eyes from the screen for a second to look at Simon.

            Simon rolled his eyes, leaning up and kissing Roger on the cheek. “Why cant you just accept it instead of being so annoying?”

            Roger kissed Simon back on the forehead. “Fine. Merry Christmas, Si.”