Tales of Christmas Day 15 - cc!Awesamdude x gn!reader
Genre - friends to lovers, Christmas, fake relationship
Warnings - one mention of drinking alcohol
Because it’s close to the holidays, you were staying with your parents. You’d been there almost a week now and it was nice to spend time with them after moving out. However, it wasn’t the holidays with the family if there was nothing that went awry.
After finishing a Christmas themed stream with Tina, you went to grab a drink from the kitchen and ran into your mother. She doesn’t notice you until you open the fridge and grab a can of coke.
“Guess what, honey?” you turn to face her with a look on your face urging her to continue. While waiting for her to say whatever she was so excited for, you take a swig of your drink.
“One of my friends is bringing their kid to the party so you’ll have a date” you almost spit out the mouthful of drink you had in your surprise.
This honestly wasn’t at all what you were expecting her to say, so you didn’t have much time to think of something to get out of it.
“Mum, I have a boyfriend, I can’t have another date” that definitely wasn’t the right thing to say, nor was it the truth so you had to hope she wouldn’t pry. Of course you wouldn’t be so lucky.
“Why didn’t you tell me? What’s his name? What does he do? How long have you-” you cut her off before she starts a full on investigation into your made up boyfriend. You didn’t want to have to think of lies you’d have to try and remember.
“We haven’t been dating long so I didn’t want to rush things” perfect, now she wouldn’t tell you to invite him because it was early on in your ‘relationship’.
“Honey, you have to invite him! I’m sure we’d love to meet him and we’ll be on our best behaviour” you were screwed.
You couldn’t say no because she’d just push until you were exposed so you had to try and convince one of your friends to do you a huge favour. Quickly finishing the conversation with your mother with a promise to ‘see what you could do’, you head back to the room you were staying in. After spending a few minutes thinking of who you could possibly ask, you find the solution. You dial his number and wait just a few seconds before he picks up.
“Hey, y/n!” his voice fills your ears and you find solace for a brief moment.
“Sam! I need a massive favour” your panicked voice seems to worry him based on his response.
“Anything you need. What’s up?” he’d soon regret the first part of that sentence you think. Taking a few seconds, you think of the best way to ask.
“Well, my mum said that she was trying to set me up with one of her friend’s kids so I told her I already have a boyfriend. Obviously I don’t and she told me to invite him so can you pretend to be my boyfriend for a night?” you quickly realised there wasn't a good way to say it so you just ended up blurting it out. He mulls it over for a little before speaking again.
“Okay. When is it?” you release the breath you didn’t even know you were holding and thank him profusely. The two of you spend the next hour planning out the basics and telling him the details of the party.
The party was tonight and you were extremely nervous. Nervous because your lie could exposed, nervous because there was so many things to remember about your ‘relationship’ and nervous because you had to pretend to date your best friend who also happens to be your crush.
Fast forward several hours and you were doing final touches to your outfit. Taking one last look in the mirror, you take a deep breath and text Sam to make sure he’s almost here because he was meant to help your family set up before everyone else arrived. He confirmed he had just pulled up so you went to meet him outside.
As soon as you brought him inside, you were swarmed by your parents who were excited to meet your ‘boyfriend’.
“Oh, y/n didn’t tell us you were so handsome!” your mother was clearly impressed by his appearance (and I mean she wasn’t wrong but it was still awkward).
“Nice to meet both of you” Sam was as polite as possible as he greeted your parent’s and shook their hands.
Just as you expected, Sam was bombarded with questions as the 4 of you set up for the holiday party. He answered all of them with ease and it was clear to you that your parents loved him. Thankfully the first few guests were starting to arrive so you were saved for now.
Most of the party went by with little to no trouble. Once people started feeling the effects of the alcohol and holiday spirit, things went downhill. People had taken it upon themselves to bring mistletoe and hold it above unsuspecting couples who would then kiss just like the age-old tradition. This was fine (albeit it cringe) until you and Sam became the victims of it.
“It’s the newest couple’s turn!” you and Sam exchange subtle looks of panic before trying to politely decline citing it was embarrassing in front of so many people.
“No one will mind, you guys make such a great couple!”
This was literally the worst thing to ever happen to you and you wanted to crawl in a hole. Sam exchanges another look in which you seemed to reach a consensus. It might be better to do it and deal with it later, after all you both knew it didn’t mean anything. Right? So you do it. You hated how much you wanted to do it again but it got them to leave you alone.
The night ends soon after that and you thank Sam while walking him out to his car once you had helped return the house to it’s preparty state. Once he had left, the overthinking started. You quickly came to the decision that your feelings were wrong and you shouldn’t talk to Sam ever again because he hates you now. Of course this wasn’t true but your brain convinced you so regardless.
A day goes by and then 4 and you hadn’t responded to any of Sam’s messages and he had given up by day 3. or so you thought. You get a text at about 10pm telling you to meet him outside and as much as you wanted to continue playing your game of one sided hide and seek, you knew if you didn’t then he’d knock on the door and alert your parents.
As you close the door, your eyes find Sam quite quickly with a bouquet of flowers and a cute polar bear wearing a Santa hat soft toy. He waits for you to get a bit closer, not wanting to raise his voice any louder than he needed to.
“Thank you for coming out” you don’t say anything, wanting to play the unaffected angle.
“Are you okay? You haven’t been answering any texts or calls” trust him to worry about you first rather than the lack of response.
“I’m fine” this was when he truly knew something was up because who ever means it when they say they’re fine?
“I wanted to talk to you about the night of the party” the way your stance adjusted told him that was the reason you’d been acting this way by the way he made a face of understanding.
“I liked kissing you, a lot. I’ve had feelings for you for ages now and so I jumped at the chance to be your boyfriend even if it was only fake” one half of your brain was cursing itself out and the other was spamming question marks at the surprising confession.
“I- this wasn’t how I pictured this conversation going. I’ve also had feelings for you for ages, too” he smiles at your words while you try and wrap your head around what was going on.
“Can I kiss you for real this time?” you nod enthusiastically and the kiss was somehow even better the second time.
That night, you both made a pact to never tell your parents that you weren’t always a couple because you knew you’d never live it down.
