(Yeah I know it's not Christmas yet, or even December, but hey, I do what I want. -Vanilla)

(Pewds POV)

Tomorrow was December 25.

Christmas.

I had asked Cry what he wanted about a bazillion times, but he just kept shrugging and said either "I don't know." or "I don't want anything."

I quietly walked into the bedroom and looked at Cry who was sitting at his desk in the corner, on his computer looking through his YouTube account.

I tiptoed over to him, holding something in my hand.

He sighed and clicked a different tab, opening Tumblr, looking through the pictures of overly-decorated Christmas trees.

"Hey Cry?" I tapped his shoulder lightly, causing him to jump a bit and look back at me.

He looked back at his computer and mumbled, "What."

"Are you sure you don't want anything for Christmas?" I asked him, sitting down on my knees behind the chair, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He sighs and continues looking through the pictures. "I'm sure."

I reach over his shoulder and turn off his computer, spinning his swivel chair around, and sitting on his lap facing him.

"You don't even want a kiss?" I asked, holding the thing I was holding in my hand over our heads.

It was mistletoe.

Cry blushed a bit, and smirked.

"Actually, that's a perfect present." He said, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine.

"Merry Christmas." I said against his lips quietly.

"Merry Christmas." He said, then closing the small gap between our lips.

I glanced over at the clock seeing it was 12:00 am, then I closed my eyes, enjoying the loving and passionate kiss.