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Kelsi's face grew a deep shade of violet.
"T-thanks, but I got you nothing."

"But, I could quickly make something. A scarf- anything-" Kelsi was still bright red.

"Doesn't matter. It's more about giving than receiving," he stated, and leaned against the wall. "You don't have to get me anything."

"But you just said it's more about giving. And no, you're wrong. It's about family, and being together and love, and stuff. You know."

"I worded that wrong. It's better to give than receive, yes, but there are important things on Christmas, family and friends." It sounded a bit like he put more emphasis on family. Ohemgeez. "But you don't need to give me anything. I thought you'd stare at me, call me a dumbass, throw the wig and me and run off angrily. I wasn't expecting this, really."

Of course he was really expecting it.

"But if you really want to get me something this Christmas..." he started. "Get that girl who was with me last night at the ball to get away from me."

Kelsi stared at him. SO HE REALLY DIDN'T LIKE HER!
"Do it yourself, just tell her to stop kissing you, because it's messed. Kiss me instead. But, if you insist, I could. I really wouldn't hesitate."

"I tried. She's dumber than I am. She's stalking me. I'll get something better than a Light wig - which was actually for the lolz - for you." He stood up, stretched, said good-bye, and jogged off.

"Oh, umm, bye, Drew." Kelsi waved off dreamily. She pulled the Light wig off her head and ran her fingers through it.

Kelsi giggled madly and hugged it.

"It smells like him. <3"

Kelsi began tralalaing down the hallway with the wig sprawled upon her hair giggling like a fangirl.
"He called me sexxyyyyyy! <3"