Summary: Jake didn't think you'll be home in time for Christmas
Warnings: swearing, fluff
Word Count: 1.6k | unedited
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"I don't even think I want to celebrate Christmas this year, it's just not the same without you, y/n." Jake sighs, "Like, yesterday, Johnnie put his cover of Last Christmas on, and I was ready to knock him square in his teeth."
You let out a sigh, frowning as you look at Jake on your phone screen, "I know, baby. I'm sorry. I really thought I was going to be home, but then they needed a model last minute and with me being new.."
"No, baby. I get it. I do. I just.. wish people would stop pushing Christmas on me. It just makes me miss you even fucking more, god." He groans, "Where are you? I think I'll just fly to you."
You panic, "Um, I'm getting flown to Paris in the morning, and you know how the holidays are, Jake. I don't even think you'd be able to get a ticket."
He looks at you, nodding his head, "No, you're right. Fuck." He covers his face, letting out a laugh, "I just.. fucking miss you."
"I miss you too, Jake. And I promise. I'll be home at the end of the week and we can celebrate every day until you get sick of it."
He laughs slightly, sniffling and your heart sinks into your stomach, "I'm sorry." You whisper, tears welling up in your eyes, "I hate this."
"I'm going to go cry myself to sleep." Jake wipes his face and laughs, "I'll call you in the morning. Have a safe flight." Jake sighs, "I love you, so much."
You nod, "I love you."
"Merry Christmas Eve." He smiles slightly and you tilt your head, fighting back tears, "Merry Christmas Eve, baby."
He smiles and the screen goes back to your home page.
"Did he buy it?" Johnnie asks walking into your room and you shrug, "I think he's crying. I feel like shit, Johnnie. He said he doesn't want anything to do with Christmas because he thinks I'm across the world right now."
"So then we do it tonight?" Johnnie sits down on your bed, "we can do it after midnight, so it's technically Christmas."
You nod, "Yeah. What do you want to do?"
Johnnie laughs, "We can put you in a giant ass box and wrap it."
Your eyes go wide and you nod, "Oh my god, Johnnie. That's absolutely perfect." You stand up, "Do you have a box?" He furrows his brows, "I was just joking, but if you're serious, we can do that."
"I think I have a box downstairs somewhere. Come on."
You pull Johnnie with you, and you infact still have the old refrigerator box that you never thrown away, "this is.. perfect!" You pull it over and look at Johnnie, "We can probably just wrap it here? And leave the bottom open so we can just put it overtop of me."
"Don't you need like, air holes or something?" Johnnie laughs and you nod, we can poke holes in the back so that way it'll face away from him." You sigh, "The only issue is actually getting him to open it."
"Yeah, he'll probably just tell me to fuck off or some shit, but I'll try my best." Johnnie looks around, "Where's the wrapping paper?"
You point, "Hall closet."
After spending an hour or so, wrapping this old box, you stand up, "So." You rest your hands on your hips, "another problem."
"What's up?" Johnnie stands up and looks at the box, and you scratch your head, "How.. are we getting this to your house?"
