Vincent's POV
The week was descent. Now it's Friday the 11th of December. (Same day today!) That means Santa time yay.
Hear the sarcasm? But don't worry I have someone to keep me some company....
"I can't believe you convinced my mom to make me be an elf." Sammie said annoyed and probably pissed off.
"It wasn't that hard. I told her you'll get paid and your barely going to do anything. And boom! Your an elf." I said with jazz hands.
He rolls his eyes while smiling as we walk into the boys restroom in the mall. I walk out of the stall itching at my fake beard. And I turn around when I hear a stall door open.
"Nice tights." I say smirking.
"Shut up."he said flustered.
"But you look like the fakest elf I've ever seen." I said shaking my head.
"Well I'm sorry I found out at the last
