Part 7

"What's wrong, Santa?" he asked gently.

"Nothing, I just... tomorrow at the GMMTV outing will be so much fun, but I hate that I can't act around you like I usually do when we're alone. I mean, they're our friends, our co-workers they're in the same mess we are..." I admitted.

"Oh fuck, Santa, what time is it?" Perth asked suddenly, quickly grabbing his phone.

"Santa, we have to leave for the bus in thirty minutes!" he reminded me.

"What? No!" I panicked, jumping out of bed.

"You take a shower, I'll make a quick breakfast," he suggested.